Dani wasnt coping with her giant hangover and demanded a Wimpy. There was none. Sorry Dani.
We packed up fairly early with high hopes of a quick cooked breakfast at the restaurant, only to find they only started serving food at 11am. Africa time strikes again! Disappointed in more ways than one, we said a slow goodbye to all the teams. Some still hid from the day in their tents so it was a foot tap here, and a whisper into a tent flap there. Massive hugs for those who stood around. A couple of waves. "See you's laters and it's not goodbye it's just farewells for now".
Heading away from camp felt quite significant. It was the end. We had come full circle and the journey back home loomed. An interesting kind of loom. A happy, but sad kinda loom. Going closer instead of further away. Mozambleak.
We arrived in Maputo (last stop off before crossing the border) in the late afternoon. Got stuck in the chaos that is Maputo traffic, got extremely lost and extremely frustrated. Only made it to our destination late that evening, after experiencing pretty much ALL Maputo could offer. Joined a couple teams at the famous Costa Del Sol restaurant and shoveled delicious prawns and fish into our faces while local race kings did doughnuts in the parking lot opposite us. Oh Maputo.
That night we boarded with Ma Se Kinders and The Natives at a backpackers round the corner. Not sure who snored the loudest. Out for the count.
In which night many of us boarded along with Mummy Se Kinders along with the Local people in a backpackers round the place. Not sure which snored your loudest. Out there for that depend.cheapest rs gold
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