Yo. I write you from the 7th floor lounge of our host, Tomas Petersson, in the Polana district of Maputo. We've been here a day or so, just getting used to the atmosphere and plotting our next move. Maputo's an eminently walkable city, tree-lined and feels (and is) largely safe. There are plenty of cafes, Portuguese-style.
We took a stroll along the beach to the fish-market yesterday, and returned with 12 massive prawns, which did for a starter with a bottle of South African plonk. Then, just to prove how civilised it is down here, we made a great hole in Tomas' 12 year-old Glenlivet. Lucy is looking decidedly peeky this morning!
Haven't felt that confident about brandishing the camera just yet, so I've been reduced to taking long-range potshots from the balcony. Also, there's a grim blanket of cloud providing far from ideal shooting conditions. Still here's a couple of snaps:
Africa - on the way into Maputo
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Way-hey. Finally got some blog commentary from you guys. great to see you're still alive. Now then, when are you gonna start eating something impressively exotic?
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