After attending yet another mandatory compound-based training given by the you-know-what I spent a few weeks in Mozambique. I got there via a 10 hour overnight busride from Joburg to Maputo – a mode of transportation that makes you feel rough, unrested and unwashed. At about 6am the bus stopped just shy of the razor wire enforced SA-Moz border, where we all got off and walked across. The sun had just come up and the border post had just opened. The bus had been sitting in a line of traffic since at least 3am, as you can’t get your passport stamped 24 hours a day.
Inside the border post office the bus stewardess (they have those here on long bus trips) herded myself and the other Americans into some special line that allowed us to get through the country entry process a little bit faster. I think her assistance was motivated more by a desire to get the hell out of there and back on the road then by any goodwill towards our clueless selves. Then it was back to the bus, which we stood beside for about 20 minutes while Moz customs officials searched the cargo hold for undocumented/untaxed goods being brought into the country from South Africa.
Its really hard to get alot of stuff in Mozambique as I learned throughout my time there. Even in the capital, Maputo. But South Africa is closeby so its quite common for people to go across the border, go shopping, and bring craploads of stuff back into Moz – without paying the country any tax on the stuff they’re importing.
Arriving in Maputo was kind of like having some sort of weight lifted after being in SA. There isnt the same sort of tension hanging the air or something. There’s crime and anyone traveling through should keep their guard up, but the way people look at you is different; kind of like they find you curious as a white person walking around on the street. But unlike SA there’s no anger in people’s eyes – I didn’t feel once like someone would rather kill me than look at me. Kind of a nice change.
And they speak Portuguese there which is pretty cool since I can actually understand a little bit of that language. There’s definitely a Latin cultural-feel to the country in their architecture, attitude, food – they even have siesta there where all the shops close for 3 hours in the middle of the afternoon!
Moz is worse off economically than SA though, which you can tell by how many people are constantly out to rip you off in any way possible. During our 2 days in Maputo our cab driver and hostel manager both tried to get away with some shady stuff. When you know the going price for things – like cab rides for instance – this type of situation is easy to deal with. You just tell the person, “I know how much this should cost. This is a fair price and this is what I’m giving you.” If the price really is fair, and if they’re smart they’ll take it. But things can get a little more complicated in some cases – like with the hostel manager. Mathew sorted this out though, so thanks for that dude!
There really isn’t much to see in Maputo other than a neat, colorful open air market selling all sorts of fruits, veggies, nuts and crafts. So after a visit there we got on another never-ending busride up the coast to Inhambane. By this time Mathew, Joanna and I had hooked up with Brooke and Tom and we all endured the unairconditioned bus together. Although it was long (9 hours!) and monotonous after awhile, it was a nice way to see the countryside. Once you get out of the capital Moz is RURAL, there ain’t nothing around except a few towns here and there. My favorite one we went through is called Xai-Xai (pronounced Shy-Shy).
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