We packed up slow and waved goodbye to Malawi. Heading out of Salima we dodged a gazillion villagers on bikes carrying wives / kids / wood / 8 crates of Fanta Orange and headed south to the Mozambique border and Tete, our stop-off before Vilanculos.
Stopped on the way to buy some bread, tomatoes and eggs in a little village and were proposed to buy a shop owner and his friends. Driving through these little places gets a lot of attention and Tertius the branded Christmas tree literally turns heads. Or maybe we’re just that good looking. We can’t really tell. Actually we’re pretty sure it’s just because we’re really good looking.
We are seeing less and less baobabs and more and more cellphone towers. One more border crossing to go and that means we are one step closer to coming home. Crossing borders has been a breeze and we feel like we are just three beards short of being well travelled adventure Camel Men.
We arrived in Tete just after 5pm and began the search for accommodation. Tete is a tiny mining town about to burst into a mini Mecca so there is little if no where to stay and prices are exuberant for very little. Found a small room that smelt like beer and hooker decided against that. Eventually found refuge with another team the Herbie Fours in a modest 2 bedroom motel-come-flat with two couches and non-existent water pressure. Paid the exuberant R1100 for one room with two beds. Made illegal spaghetti in the lounge on our gas cooker, threw in some tinned veg and was surprisingly tasty. Although it was the most overpriced night of the trip with minimal luxury, at least it was clean and we were up at sunrise to head to Vilanculos. Or “Vilaculosh” if you are Portugeesh. Can. Not. Wait.
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