Tuesday, March 28, 2023



We head to Immigration to get our visas. These are done by 3 different people. One takes the money ($50US each) and gives us forms to fill in. The next takes our photos and prints them onto a visa. The third person sticks them in our passports and stamps another page. Mine will be full soon! Then only a few minutes to get the vehicle paperwork sorted, no check inside the truck! Welcome to Mozambique.

We are pleased to see tarseal stretching in front of us and before long we are heading to Pont d’Ouro where our first night is booked. At the centre of town the tar ends and sandy tracks take over. We settle into our grassy spot at the top of the hill before heading out to explore. The beach looks amazing and we hunt down an ATM for some local currency and then get a Sim. The next morning after walking to a beach with huge sand dunes we drive down to the main beach to snorkel at the rocks. There are lots of pretty fish and the water is incredibly clear. When we wander along the beach, we find a place we can camp much nearer the water and set up there and stay for not one night, but two. The second day we head out on a boat trip to snorkel with the dolphins. Sadly, they don’t oblige, but we still get a chance to snorkel over a deep reef and follow some turtles. That evening we wander through the scruffy town to a seafood restaurant and discover my new favourite drink called R&R (rest & relaxation/raspberry & rum) Delicious.

A final swim and snorkel before we head out of town. We love you Ponta d’Ouro, but I’m sure there will be more great beaches. The countryside is flat, sandy, and waterlogged from all the recent rains. Our route passes through the Maputo National Reserve that is supposedly full of cranky elephants, although we don’t see a single one. Then before we know it, we are at the outskirts of Maputo city itself. In the distance we can see the brand-new suspension bridge that takes us to the city. And beyond that we see gleaming high rise. As we drive through, we get the feel of a bustling energetic city.

Our favourite way to see a big city is to take a slow drive past all the main attractions and through the busy centre. We get a bird’s eye view without hunting for a carpark and then trying to find the sights. In this case a carpark would have been near impossible to find as cars are parked sometimes 3 deep. We spy the Old Train Station, the Portuguese Fort, the Town Hall, the massive white Cathedral, and the Iron House designed by Mr Eiffel himself.

Then we drive along the waterfront passing countless lovely apartment blocks (goodness knows who can afford them in this very poor country) and a huge glitzy US Embassy. Later we head to Guillaume, Monica and Luca’s house (A lovely French family we met in Lesotho). They live in a lovely complex with lots of grass between each home, giving us plenty of space to overnight in their driveway. Most of the families living here are from Europe and work here. We meet a group of them that evening around a lovely shared meal. Thank you so much for having us and introducing us to your lovely friends.

Saturday morning John goes off to watch 11-year-old Luca’s football game and I do some paperwork, before we head off. We plan to hit the beach again. Our first stop is out on the Marracuera peninsula where we find the lovely Pisane Lodge & Camping. After we settle in, we wander the deep sand tracks (glad we didn’t try driving down here!) to the beach. It doesn’t look appealing for swimming so we wander the shore and examine the flimsy boats pulled up by the dunes. Then back to camp and the lovely pool. The next morning, we continue our drive. There are coconuts, pineapples, bananas, sweet potatoes and more. We stop at a long row of produce stalls and once I clamber out, I am engulfed by people holding up their bowls of produce, all clamouring for a sale. I am also engulfed by body odour! As we drive, we see so many things held up for us to buy. Wriggling rabbits, flapping chickens, fish and even the odd turtle. We finally reach our next beach at Xai-Xai. It is Sunday and the locals are on the beach and the streets are full of cars. The Campissimo has a low entry so we follow the very sandy track to a few more camp spots on our app. Both are closed so we find a back entry to the Campissimo and stay for the night. No gate or guard, but it proves to be a quiet spot.

Come Monday morning the beach is empty so we head to the rocks to snorkel, but there is too much current and sand, so we continue our drive back out to Xai-Xai town and north on the N1. Every so often there is a toll gate and John is determined to get the lowest rate. Its 50MKZ for cars, caravans & vans. 200MKZ for big trucks. We keep our old receipts to show them and hand over our vehicle paperwork if necessary. So far, we have paid the higher amount once. We throw that receipt out!

Back on the main road we continue our drive north until we spy a glorious aqua lake down by the ocean. We can’t resist and head down the washed-out track. Once over the inlet the scratchy bushes crowd us off the track and we give up. It will just be a lunch stop as locals confirm the camping areas are closed. Sadly, so many places are closed and left to deteriorate. By the time we reach the old colonial town of Inhambane it’s getting late, so rather than explore we head to Tofo beach to find the very scruffy Fatima’s Backpackers where we can camp on a big sandy block. In the morning head out for a swim before leaving camp to explore Ponte de Barra with its row of beachfront resorts, before continuing back to Inhambane to explore the colonial remnants of the town. A rather lovely Cathedral, a smattering of old houses and a long jetty into the huge bay where ferries still run. Then back to the main road to continue northwards.

Everywhere there are countless school children. There are 2 sessions a day so children seem to be coming and going all day long. As well as walking they jump on the local transport. How many kids can fit on the back of a ute?  Hmmm must be over 20. Sadly, education is not free and there are over 60 kids in a class!

Our funny sight for the day is a double mattress and base being loaded onto an oxen cart. Sadly, no photo! Finally, we take the 13km of terrible track to Morrungulo Beach. It’s a very expensive campground right on the beach, but the strong sideways rip in the surf and the long walk up to the swimming pool put us off staying another night.

So, in the morning we set off for Vilankulo, gateway to the Bazaruto Archipelago. We settle in at the Baobab Backpackers and try to book a boat trip. While we wait, we wander the waterfront and enjoy watching the fishing boats, local dhows and ladies at the port sorting fish. No joy yet with a trip. But when John checks in the morning they find one. Yay. We hurriedly get ready and find our boat. And what a lovely day we have. Sorry not a single picture to show you as our small underwater camera decides to play up.  We explore the huge sand island of Bazaruto, snorkel on Two Mile Reef with fish all the colours of the rainbow, enjoy a fabulous lunch that include lots of seafood and swim off Benguera Island. The water glows aqua blue and the sand dazzles in its whiteness. Local dhows are out fishing. A stunning sight.

The following day we hit the road again heading inland. Our plan was to go to Gorongosa National Park, but we have been reliably informed that we would be mad to go from this direction because there are miles of destroyed tar roads. The recommendation is to go on a back gravel road which takes us well away from the park. We will visit the Chimaniani Mountains instead. As we head up the tar road (the main road in this country) we cross huge sections of destroyed seal which only confirms our decision. We drive hours and hours and only cover just over 300km. We finally reach Chibamo and turn onto the gravel road. A definite improvement. It is getting late so we are glad to pull into Willies mango farm for the night. This great guy offers his back yard for people like us to camp on.

Another early start as we head along our back road. There are countless simple villages and so much is happening. It is Saturday and the kids are all out with their hoes. We stop at one village where the ladies are pounding dried maize. They kindly let me take photos and all rush around to look at the photos on my camera. And of course, the kids need to get in on the action.

Later we turn and head north and find a sealed road that heads up and over stunning mountains which are part of the Chimaniani Range. There are bananas growing everywhere and every village and town has rows of people selling bananas. At the town of Sussundenga we see rows of buses and the Church is packed with singing, swaying ladies. We stop to wander the markets and listen to the singing. It has been a day full of experiences. We round out our day with a drive through the big smoke at Chimioi where we fill up with diesel (we hear it costs more in Malawi!), argue at the toll booth that we should pay 180, not 450 – but we lose the battle this time and finally camp for the night at Lamimos Lodge where there is a nice big swimming pool.  

Another early start this morning as we head off on a long slow drive, dodging potholes the size of craters. And there are plenty of trucks to keep us company. We keep seeing guys holding out plastic bottles with prices on them. They want the trucks to stop to sell them diesel. A win for the truck drivers and locals, but a loss for the trucking companies! The main things for sale today are live chickens (the Sunday roast?) and bags and bags of charcoal. Just before Tete all the trucks and foreign vehicles are stopped to pay road tax, which we weren’t asked for on entry. Its $10US per vehicle, but over 3.5T its $125US A massive difference. John works his usual magic and negotiates the price to $50US. By the time we reach our campspot near Tete its nearly 4pm. Phew, it is lovely to camp on lush green manicured lawns right beside the mighty Zambezi River. And as a bonus there is a lovely pool to cool off in.

Today is our last day in Mozambique and we have just over 100km to the border.  After a drive through Tete town we head off passing the huge Volcan coalmine and then heaps of very poor villages. The landscape gets hillier as we near Malawi. Finally, we see a long row of trucks waiting at the border. Goodbye Mozambique. Fingers crossed that Malawi will give us a visa.


Looking out over the beach and dunes at Pona d'Ouro

And the lovely main beach

Snorkeling with the turtles

The only naughty elephant we could find

Heading into Maputo

The Town Hall in Maputo

And the lovely Cathedral

And the Iron House

The glitzy USA Embassy

Hmmm will that stay afloat 

The local tip!!

There are some very tidy villages

Xai-Xai Beach

Local mini bus

And local school bus

Heading down to the aqua lakes

Just a common sight

Tofo Beach

Local sawmill & workshop

Drving past the new and old church in Inhambane

The long ferry there

Heading down to our next beach

View from our campspot on Morrungulo Beach

The schools are getting more basic

And the shops are getting smaller

Loading coconuts

So many school kids

Loading charcoal

A dhow

The fishing port at Vilankolis

Camping under the baobab tree at Baobab Backpackers

Looking across to the Bazaruto Archipelago

And the main port

Such a cute local church just out of town

Oh those tolls... and our challenge to get the cheapest price!

The Save Bridges - old one on the left, new unfinished one above and we are on the tempory one

The N1 - the main highway in Mozambique!!

Village life

Numerous truck drivers just buy a goat and chuck them on the top!

Selling rice

Last truckload for the day! 

That looks interesting - we will have to stop

The women in action

The kids have to be in on the photos too

Whoops - schools are getting poorer

Its alway washing day

A huge Ladies Day at Church

Yet more washing

Driving through Chimois

Getting the bananas ready for market

Water filling station

More village life

Boys and their toys

The mighty Zambezi River

Such a lovely spot to camp beside the Zambezi at Tete

Oh the load!  Bags of charcoal

Chickens to market

Tete town


Such a load

Rows of trucks waiting at the border to cross into Malawi - we drove past them all