Tell me where you’re going in life
Remember Tinashe from Victoria Falls? Meet his voice.
Out of the simple things in life, the rather insignificant ones – things are inspired.
Indeed.
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Remember Tinashe from Victoria Falls? Meet his voice.
Out of the simple things in life, the rather insignificant ones – things are inspired.
Indeed.
Once again, I will mention how amazing it is to live in Maputo, with the most beautiful places just a short drive away. Yesterday, Manuel got the brilliant idea to cross the border and take a daytrip to Blyde River Canyon in South Africa which is the world’s third biggest canyon. We got there just as the sun was setting and the gates had closed, but we asked nicely – and got in to see amazing light over a breathtaking view on our own. I love the flexibility of this place.
I drove us back home and everything was pitch black, but the roads in South Africa are a dream to drive on and going through all the curves in the mountains with the girls sleeping in the backseat was simply enchanting. It was me and my iPod against the world – singing to Vetusta Morla and swaying to electronic music. The drive would easily have made it to be my favourite part of the day had it not been for the overwhelming view of the canyon. Go there if you live anywhere close by. Or come visit me and we’ll go together.
Went to a girl party at my friend Nara’s place on Saturday. It was a nice evening with girls, food and drinks – and later we went to Coconuts. The club was filled with palm trees and beach gear, people were drinking from their coconuts, the floors were covered with sand and we danced barefoot – beach theme all the way!
I absolutely adore this tune. It’s been the theme of the weekend and will probably hang along for some time. Enjoy.
DJ Sbu feat. Zahara – Lengoma (2011)
But god do I love my new shoes that I bought in the street for 5€. Iiiih!
I’m dancing barefoot – it’s beach party theme! See you tomorrow, darlings!
Yet another Mozambican girl party. They always serve great food. Also, this might lead to dancing. It’s Saturday, ladies!
#Happiness.
After the elections in Inhambane, I stayed among the palm trees and chose to make my way to the amazing beaches in Tofo. As most other travellers, I stayed at Fatimas nest which is situated beautifully right on the beach. The first day I met some people in the hostel bar but was completely exhausted after the elections and decided to just spend the evening at the beach, watch the sunset, and crash early.
After a long sleep, I woke up to the sound of the sea and decided to take a morning walk on the beach. As I was walking towards Tofinho beach, picking up pretty shells, I met the two young brothers Fernando and Nelson. They started following me, searching for seashells as well and giving me the nice one’s they were finding. We started playing, kicking sand, jumping around, running, throwing rocks into the water, eating cashew nuts.. At one point, I sat down to get my back away from the sun for a while. The brothers joined me and sat around playing with the seashells we had picked together. They were singing a little song in their local language and I was smiling inside. Their Portuguese wasn’t very good, they told me their ages and names and that they were currently on holidays from school. We didn’t need to talk much anyway, we were just playing and it was great. That’s what I love about kids, hanging out with them is often much more fruitful than interacting with adults. There are no weird social rules or limitations to keep in mind – one can just play, sing and jump as one pleases – or just hang out. I spent four hours with Fernando and Nelson and they followed me back to my hostel before running back to their home, shouting “see you tomorrow, Carolina!”.
My time in Tofo consisted of the hours I spent at the beach, plus the time I spent dancing, because during the rest of my time in paradise – I danced. First, I went with new friends to their home where we did a barbecue. Afterwards, we went to a club and started dancing.. and did so without stopping until the sun got up. Or maybe even longer. It was raw, real and fun. I get so happy when I get to dance that I never want to stop. Tofo gave me that and it came with amazing beaches and a very friendly people. So once again, I have found a place that I would like to return to some day. But as the cheesy Tofo-truck said – “Time will tell.”
Oh and as there are no photos from the different clubs we went to, I have some “crazy stuff” from Angola for you instead. And the Mozambican pride Lizha James of course. I really enjoy the music around here, it’s so much fun to dance to.
Adi Cudz feat. Yola Araujo – Coisa Doida (Crazy stuff)
Lizha James – Tote (Remix)
Haha, this was an all-in-one post. But hey, it’s friday!
Last week I got the amazing opportunity to join the EU diplomatic observation mission to observe the municipal by-elections in Inhambane. Inhambane is the capital of the province with the same name and is located about 500km north of Maputo. Nicknamed “Terra da Boa Gente” (“The land of good people”) in 1948 by the explorer Vasco da Gama, Inhambane certainly is a beautiful, palm tree-filled place with colourful colonial architecture and a very calm and friendly athmosphere.
On Wednesday, the people of Inhambane voted for a new mayor, as their last one passed away in December following a heart attack. The two parties taking part in the elections were MDM and Frelimo, with candidates that both are former professors with wide popularity. The Frelimo candidate Benedito Guimino won over MDM’s Fernando Nhaca with 78,5% to 21,4%, and the voter turnout in the municipality was 38.8%.
The role of the international observers is to be present and see if the procedures are running smoothly, keep their eyes open to spot possible fraud or irregularities and check if regulations are being followed according to Mozambican law. So, for example – checking if police and security forces stay at a distance of at least 300m from the polling stations, or that no campaigning is being conducted in the area. The observer is, however, not allowed to interfere in any way, not even when there is an obvious fault or issue – what they do is to watch and take notes – and later report back and give feedback that can be used for future elections.
The polling stations were scattered in schools all over the municipality. Some of the stations had electricity, other didn’t. Some didn’t even have proper windows – or walls. We drove around to different places, taking a look in and around the polling stations, watching the voting procedures and talking to people. In the evening, as the voting was closing, we stayed at one place and observed the entire counting process. It continued until late at night and was quite tiring as every ballot had to be counted and the name of the chosen candidate read out loud, every ballot was also shown to all people present in the room, before it finally ended up in its designated pile on the floor. When the counting process was finalized, the maths had been done and a local winner had been declared – we left, met with the team again, and wrote a report before crashing to bed.
A thing I was touched by was in the beginning when I was watching the people who were on their way into the polling stations. There, in a remote rural area outside of town, I saw a young man with completely wrecked clothes and only one shoe. He showed his voting card and entered the polling station and got the same instructions as everybody else were being given. He seemed to be a first time voter and he seemed to be pretty lost but taking the procedure very seriously. I asked myself whether this man had any genuine interest in politics or if he maybe had been forced by somebody to go and vote for their candidate for a small amount of money. But then, after a couple of minutes, he came out again from the polling station with his face shining of pride. He looked at his index finger that had been dipped in ink – he had made his choice and nobody could take that away from him.
In a country like Mozambique, with a very recent history of violent conflict and continuing problems of poverty and corruption – seeing democracy and politics going beyond that, smoothly, calmly and considerably fairly – giving every person, no matter the position, a right to express his or her preference, is amazing.
The elections in Inhambane was my first ever election observation, and I was there with the best support I could have imagined. My supervisor knows everything about elections and is always patient enough to explain, share and answer my questions. In her company, I got the opportunity to learn and get a broader understanding of what we were actually doing which turned every single moment into a fruitful and interesting experience.
As usual, I give you the visual part of the story, enjoy.