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Jun 4, 2012 - Nampula - Beira - The Millitary Express

I was waiting at the doorstep of the hostel just before 5 for the shuttle bus come. 10 minutes later I saw it, coming out of a sight street further down going the other direction. It must have passed my place already before 5am. I took my bags and started to run. The bus didn't see me and after a few minutes I didn't see it either anymore. I was running as fast as I could and managed to reach the bus just before it was about to cross the bridge. It looked like rain so I asked if they could put my bag in the back of the car rather than in...

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Hakuna Matata

Apr 3, 2008 - Beira

Beira | O que fizemos por la???… (essa review esta sendo feito bem atrasada… ) Voamos de Nampula para Beira pois ouvimos dizer que as estradas eram muito mal conservadas. Como constatamos posteriormente, para um mocambicano, “mal conservada” means muito pior do que qualquer estrada de terra ( tipo queijo suico, - onde os motoristas encarnam o “Mario Bross” e desviam de buracoes e bolinhas assassinas). Beira ‘e a segunda maior cidade de Mocambique, (foi a capital durante muitos anos.) Fica na regiao norte, na provincia de Sefala. Nossa...

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Jul 28, 2006 - Biera

Well, we finally kicked ourselves in the ass and got out of Tofo. We had a really nice time there but it was time to leave. We had our first real brush with the well known thieves of the district. It was about midnight and everyone was in the bar drinking when I decided to get a bit of an early night coz I had a slight case of food poisoning and wasn't really feeling like a party. I went to bed and about ten minutes later heard someone come into the tent, I looked up expecting to see Honk but instead there was a young black dude going...

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May 31, 2005 - Vilankulo & Bazaruto Archipelago

Collecting our backpacks and securing them onto our backs we started the long walk towards Baobob Beach accommodation. There was a party atmosphere in the market as we walked through. People were singing and dancing to loud music, smiling and shouting hello / bao tarde (good afternoon) at us. This scene never changed over our stay in Vilankulo. They were truly fun loving people here, wanting to help or simply get an acknowledgement from the mulungu (foreigners). Before long a kid attached himself to us explaining that he'd get some...

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