From our home in Chintsa, past the early morning money changes at the Mozambique border and through the crushing traffic of Maputo to our first rest camp in Moz, requires two days of solid driving.
As one heads North, the scenes change to the tropical and, exotic.
The road leads through the urban grind of rush hour in the Capital,
with staples of bread and fruit stockpiled along the road-side, ready to feed a nation…
who are rebuilding the ruins of a recent war-torn past.
The beauty of finely featured women speak of time-ago when Northern trade routes brought separation, upheaval and strife into tradition life.
And as the road winds on it runs past stretches of coconut plantations, thought to be the largest on the planet running for hundreds of km’s….along the coast,
while the warm weather throws promises into the air….
of another way of living,
where somehow life feels slower yet fuller,
and the everyday,
can easily be seen as the extra-ordinary.
And life feels good,
On Tofo Beach.
Celebrating another trip to Tofo – April / May 2013