Another nine hour crammed and freezing busride later, I am back to Maputo without really understanding why I’m here now. There is nothing of the things I need to do that couldn’t have been done while listening to the ocean.

My reasons for not spending another day on the lovely beaches in Tofo, instead of being in a city where I only can enjoy the sun through a window aren’t completely understandable, nor are they particularly pleasant.

I am currently in the state of creating feasible and exiting alternatives, and making choices. Comparing scenarios. Defining priorities.

This process takes time, patience, and hopefully a little bit of feedback from somebody who might understand and care enough to give relevant advice. And I’m not asking for romantic quotes from a Paulo Coelho book. Of course everything is going to be great, did I even question that? I mean, there are more beaches, right? And palm trees. And there’s always music. Please dance with me.

On our way to the Bushfire music festival in Swaziland. This car brings us, our friends, sleeping bags, tents, dancing-friendly shoes and my camera. See you on the other side!

(If I have 3g roaming. Otherwise – see you on Monday. haha)

Mo’Faya!