July 21, 2004
Pemba
Before we left the rather uninspiring environs of Nampula, we treated our Mozambiquian translator, travel companion and newfound friend Mikesh to a much deserved dinner, after he cleared it with his wife (apparently an American woman taking a Moz'ian to dinner raises a little suspicion :-)). Mikesh is one "local" we won't soon forget - someone whose good nature was as easy to see as his deep chuckle was to hear.
Jim, Janet and friend Mikesh, post-indulging
After yet another ever-so-enjoyable Moz transportation adventure we arrived at Pemba, Moz's third largest port. Just south of Pemba is very chill Wembe Beach, a quaint spot that we headed to as fast as our travel-weary bodies (and of all things a TAXI CAB!) would take us.
Paradise Found
After checking in at Russel's Place, a cool backpacker not too far from the beach, we relieved our days in Brazil with a tasty (and well earned) Caiperoska (vodka with tons of lime and sugar....yum).
Before we left the rather uninspiring environs of Nampula, we treated our Mozambiquian translator, travel companion and newfound friend Mikesh to a much deserved dinner, after he cleared it with his wife (apparently an American woman taking a Moz'ian to dinner raises a little suspicion :-)). Mikesh is one "local" we won't soon forget - someone whose good nature was as easy to see as his deep chuckle was to hear.
Jim, Janet and friend Mikesh, post-indulging
After yet another ever-so-enjoyable Moz transportation adventure we arrived at Pemba, Moz's third largest port. Just south of Pemba is very chill Wembe Beach, a quaint spot that we headed to as fast as our travel-weary bodies (and of all things a TAXI CAB!) would take us.
Paradise Found
After checking in at Russel's Place, a cool backpacker not too far from the beach, we relieved our days in Brazil with a tasty (and well earned) Caiperoska (vodka with tons of lime and sugar....yum).
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