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Weekend out

This weekend I went to Ponta D’Ouro. It means edge of gold and it is down south in Mozambique, almost by the South African border:



The place is worth a visit but I think there is one thing worth mentioning… the way there! You can shorten the way if you take the ferry boat from Maputo but after that, you have no other choice than 120 km of pure dirt road, in good times. With us, it rained the day before and dirt had become mud, making it look like you were driving in a big pot of butter. And the last hour, generally tough sand tracks, was more like a simulation of german bunkers in WWII, continuous ups and downs diving into literally pools of water and mud, hoping the car would make it through one more




Good thing is my blue pick up truck did make it through in just under 3 hours with only one minor flipside, it changed colour. It is now a muddy like tone and very protected from external observers as there is no way you can see through the glass brown windows.

But Ponta D’Ouro is a beautiful place and, amazingly enough, service is not too bad there. Well, at least for local standards. Specially breakfast on Sunday, we had eggs in under 15 minutes. That my friends is a breakthrough here!
The Winter is clearly at its peak here, so temperatures were around 25ºC and the sea was not the usual soup. Pass by if you have not been but be ready for an adventurous ride!
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