Tofo

A bit short on time and fearful of too much backtracking I decided to go only as far north as Tofo/ Inhambane. A beautiful place in paradise. Friendly locals, a lot of good parties, the perfect beach, a true bungalow style backpackers and good people made my stay there very special. The nearest ATM is reached in 3 hours and I had to do that twice.

Tofo consists out of the market, some low key restaurants around it, 2 dive schools, and a dozen bars. The barkeeper at Fatima has been working there since 15 months. I met him in Maputo because he has overstayed his visa for 3 months and now wanted to walk past the Mozambique border officials to the South African side. South Africa has to accept any South African - even if he does not have an exit stamp from another country. He did that successfully and we met up in Tofo again. We were wingmen’s for 2 weeks and had the best time. We sipped away each afternoon on the sundeck drinking Tipo (rum, 500ml, 1.60$). The coolest people came through and the parties were a great fusion of cultures. One night Michael got a gun to his head because of rivalry between the different nightclubs. He lost is mojo afterwords and became an asshole. He had a 4 minutes fist fight with his best friend. The next morning both of them didn’t know the reason for it. The owner kicked him out of the hostel because of excessive partying, but first he had to settle his 3’500$ tab. Paradise turned to hell and I left.

During my stay I had an arty phase. I painted, I drew faces into the vast beach that corrected the perspective from the beach, I mutilated a pineapple and I built a house. Good times.