Quelimane:

Mum suggested the road less travelled, as lazy landy was in need of a good hard work out! So we set out on the gravelled road, to a city largely unheard of by most non-mozambiquan's called Quelimane. It was on this road we really noticed the devastation to the indigenous forest by the making of charcoal, as large sections of the landscape were missing.
It was also a road that revealed rural Mozam as we passed hut after hut. Dad stopped the car to help a middle aged man who was carrying a hard-wood door that looked like it weighed a ton... on his head! If we hadn't put on the landy's roof, he would have carried it like that for 15km!!!
We arrived in Quelimane after dark, to a 1940's hotel that made all of us feel as if we had been caught in a time warp! The food and service was all provided by one man and was excellent! Lovely veiws of an old portugese church and the River.