The busride from Joburg to Maputo went fine, actually it went great. As always, the movies shown on the bus were from the 90’s and really bad, but entertaining. I was sitting next to a Mozambican woman named Florinda and we communicated in Portuguese/Spanish about her enormous family, about her job and about life in Maputo. We shared food and made sure the bus didn’t drive away without either of us. When we arrived in Maputo we exchanged contacts and hugged. The ride took nine hours, eight hours more than a flight would have taken. But I got so much more out of it; beautiful landscapes, personal stories, border-crossing adventures.. oh, and about 250€ saved.
And I took pictures, with my phone. Nothing special, but some glimpses. The last two pictures are from inside Maputo – I’m in a state of bliss about this city.