After almost a year, we went back to Mozambique – the country we lived in for over 7 years. I cant deny it, but DAMN, it was good! As we crossed the border, I whipped out my camera – snapping away like old times. With every big broad smile I encountered, and every little scene that I once took for granted, I cherished, knowing that these next 10 days would fast be gone.
We travelled from the Malawi border all the way down to the Inhambane region for a beach wedding at Archipelago resort in Vilanculos and then onto our favourite place, Pomene.
After 15 hours on the road we finally arrived at our destination. Stuffed with sandwiches, espresso and bored silly of our music selection, I privately shed a couple tears of relief but mostly for a feeling of ‘coming home.’ To breathe in the salty sea air once again, to be reunited with old friends and the familiarity of beautiful and wild Mozambique. It was a moment I shall not forget! And the start of a wonderful holiday.
“Sometimes I will never know a value of a moment until it becomes a memory.” – Dr Seuss
“Long, long journey through the darkness. Long, long journey to go. But what are miles across the ocean to the heart that’s coming home?” – Enya
Everyone has their own idea of a perfect holiday. Mine is simple – it must be in beautiful surroundings, the less people the better (remote) and time must slow down! I have a vivid memory of a previous holiday. We saved up for months! We lugged our bulky bags and 10 month old baby across oceans to a faraway place. It was indeed a beautiful place – with white sands, turquoise waters and exotic food. Going by the brochures, it should have been perfect! While it was good to discover another culture and to see somewhere new, it was hard not to become embroiled in a beach brawl with the sun-obsessed, boozy beach tourists, encroaching on our towel space from all directions! As an African, I have been spoiled with ‘space!’ It was there on that crowded beach that my mind wandered back home, across the ocean to the vast stretching beaches of Mozambique – to a place I feel at peace and where time seems to stop.
“When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop, sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude.” – William Wordsworth
Going back to Mozambique was food for the soul! After a very busy first year in Malawi, we needed to unwind. We needed a place where the music was the gentle crashing of waves and a breeze rustling the branches of coconut palms beneath a moonlit sky. A place where crabs danced to the movement of water and flocks of birds dotted the blue skies. Where the familiar smiles of old friends embellished the holiday seascape and where cell phones, watches and laptops were locked away and forgotten about. Where the activities of the day were dictated by the coming and going of the tide and the smoky aromas of flame cooked food drifting from the kitchen.
Simplicity. Is there anything more wonderful?
“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture on the lonely shore, there is society, where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more.”
– George Gordon Byron
“Beware the barrenness of a busy life.” – Socrates