The chapa (minibus) to Beira leaves at 4 in the morning, and arrives at around 2pm. The road is long and good, but the seats where we have to try to sit on, provisionally installed in the aile of the jampacked vehicle to transport even more passengers, are not comfortable. Yeon’s back hurts and I try to massage her en route, something that is not easy to to. The ride takes its toll and we are very tired when we make it to our couchsurfing hosts, a very friendly French couple with two young girls. We have a traditional Mocambiquean dinner of rice with a coconut-vegetable sauce, preceded by a walk on the beach on the right side of the sewage canal.
February 7. To Beira.
