Our two glorious days in the bush ended when Goodman met us as we left the park & took us on a almost three hour ride to our hut in Mozambique on the Indian Ocean on one side & a river on the other. Sound gorgeous?? Not. The "toll road" was worse than most roads in Mozambique which says a lot. Our hut was "well used" and showed lots of water damage...but it had air conditioning & a frig. And since it was about 100F that was good.
We were hungry so we headed to the restaurant. I ordered shrimp...which was a bit gritty and the boys got chicken. Jen was too hot to eat. Mosquitoes invaded us just as we started to eat so we finished ASAP & headed back to our hut (or shift house as Jen calls it)...and crashed.
Unfortunately, Ben woke up feeling crappy. The wind was whipping & waves crashing both on the river & ocean side. We all just laid around til. 10. Then we covered our eyes & lowered our heads to make our way to the restaurant/veranda area. No one was hungry so we just got drinks Cokes & beer & bought a loaf of fresh bread. We were the only ones at the hotel so it was like our own private place. We played a couple games of euchre but even a win didn't perk Ben up. About noon,he took a Capri & headed back to the room. Rog & Jen played Yahtzee & I sat by the pool & did some writing.
By now we all assumed Ben had food poisoning so no one dared eat in the restaurant. So we bought more bread, & opened a jar of peanut butter. Then Jen & I went for a long beach walk stopping to watch the red crabs scramble and look for shells. The waves were gigantic & the sand whipped across our legs. About sunset, we ate more PJ & bread & all went to bed early...hoping Ben would be better in the a.m.
Woke up next day to a calm ocean, blue skies & a smiling Ben. We savored a few more hours on the beach watching fishermen in their small bamboo, handmade boats throw out & retrieve their nets. A few walked by with bamboo fishing spears.
We enjoyed the last of our bread with PJ and some granola bars. Packed up & several lady waitstaff showed up to carry our luggage...on their heads!! Luckily our taxi was waiting for us when we got to the veranda.
Our taxi driver spoke good English & conversed freely with us as we slowly inched our way navigating the bumpy road. He talked about corruption in Mozambique and how the Chinese were building most everything using their own labor & crappy material.
When we got to the airport, Jen did a bit of last minute shopping & then we ate a delicious lunch. It was difficult to say goodbye to B & J. We'd so cherished the time & experience we'd shared with them. A few tears & long hugs & then we got into a taxi & headed for Matola to meet the Larsons & they headed home to be with their kids.
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