mozam BIG not so big

so first of all after a hell of a drive we reach Mozambique border. very small uncivilised mismanaged couple of buildings in the middle of shitty roads black community schools and nowhere. parked the car unloaded our luggage on local bakkie that looks like a war vehicle. I cant believe how so much luggage came out of such a a smal car Toyota etios. never the less on the local bakkie we left with a nother couple on a 15km journey through rugged terrain. the driver obviously got his drivers licence in hell for he drives like the devil. we passed some villages abd small shops and bars and the local kids waving and hoping on rich foreigners. at the camp we found our local house man who does everything short of massaging my feet. the next adventure was on a similar route with my new made campsite friends marcell handre and andrew aka bra ennies. hys I gam. some made up name to express a badass. what a bunch of lekker okes. at this point its where the trouble started. after reaching ponta do orou we hit a bar for a drink local r and r. Mozambiques sugarcane rum with raspberry mix. so I browsed around and found a shop selling the most devine sweety bun. something like a bun with a sweet covering like a Chelsea bun. I also discovered Pao. a local bread and its heaven I eat it with every meal. on the way back to our campsite we stopped at a few bars and had some fun . back at camp my mates reminded me that I have to scuba the next morning so the fun had to stop. we braaied and then I went to bed on a broken blow uo matres. what a night see you in the morning