Fish Tales II

As the fishermen of Tofo Beach head out to sea in their wooden boats, just around the corner at firing Tofino Point,  the swell is small on this winter morning and the sea calm – perfect for the youngsters to venture out at this legendary spot for the first time. While they do that, three local fishermen appear on the beach. They too are keen to take advantage of the low tide and gentle conditions.

From my perch on the hillside I watch as they strategize and arrange their net.

Heading out onto the rocks they slip into the water with confidence and ease.

The lead pulls the net around the selected area,

while the ‘fish flapper’ swims, slapping the water with his arms and legs in an attempt to get the fish into a confused tis which will hopefully result in their capture.

Once the slapping and flapping is done the net is dragged ashore.

Slippery, silvery fish – shimmering in the net,

from which they are gathered and bagged for the trip back up the beach towards The Market.

Celebrating more of the Magic of Mozambique – Winter 2013

Fish Tales I

At the break of each day with the exception of Domingo,

the local fisherman of Tofo gather under the trees on the beach, where their colourful boats have rested for the night.

Traces are drawn while sustenance for the day ahead gets stacked away into the middle storage box that will hopefully be filled with fish on their return.

Most mornings are warm and as the light kicks in,

the boats head out with determined and confident crew.

By 2pm they begin to head back.  First in gets first access to The Market demand.

Without fancy equipment or fishfinders, these men fish with a knowing, handed down from father to son and developed over generations of doing,

Complimented with the rich bounty that is the Mozambique Coast Line.

Celebrating Early Mornings and Early Evenings on Tofo Beach – July 2013

(Talk in the village is that the record catch brought in on one of these boats was a 200kg Sailfish. I reckon the fish might have brought the boat in!)

The Road to Tofo

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.

Money-changers at Kamatiport Border post.

As one heads North, the scenes change to the tropical and, exotic.

 blending into the influences of an East African trade history.

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,

Tofo Beach at Sunset

On Tofo Beach.

Celebrating another trip to Tofo – April / May 2013