For Pomene you travel North along the coastal highway of Mozambique and over the Tropic of Capricorn. A right turn takes you onto the Red Road that leads towards the Pomene National Reserve.
We were introduced to Pomene by a South African Champion Angler. An amazing woman who can cast a penn reel into a swirl of ocean with such elegance that one may be forgiven for thinking that she is using a fly rod.
Just before the lodge one passes through the hamlet of Pomene City which provides freshly baked, warm and smoky bread rolls, cold beer, onions, tomatoes, fish and a curio or two.
Oh yes – and coconuts. Always coconuts.
If the sea has been rough the lodge’s culinary offerings are in line with those of the little village, minus the fish, although fresh crab seems to be fairly consistent.
This is a remote destination,
of excessive beauty.
Flamingoes abound and dugongs are said to live in the estuary waters along with a variety of other birdlife living off the offerings of the mangroves and the critters that take shelter in their shadows.
launching on the low tide next to our water chalet, while our ‘kiting orphans’ looked on.
And when the wind switched direction we headed to the ocean side,
in search of waves…
and rock pools,
while taking time out to explore the abandoned Portuguese hotel laying in ruins on the hill,
now occupied by a wonderer who has taken up residence in a room with a view:
Nothing to disturb him except the odd tourist, turtle, egret or fisherman.
This is a place one longs to return to,
and once there,
Celebrating our return to Pomene: Mid 2014