Still feeling worn out from the bus adventure down to Vilanculos, we continued to take it easy. We slept in. We took our time drinking coffee in the morning. We walked around. We had dinner. We played poker with a some lawyers (and one teacher) from London. Not seriously, I mean, how could one take poker seriously when you’re betting grains of rice and matchsticks against one another. Needless to say, I kept going out. Our new friends kept sneaking rice over to my end of the table so I could stay in the game.
They were good fun. They even bought us a beer. This is the equivalent to buying someone who isn’t on a trip around the world (let alone trying to budget through three weeks in Mozambique) an entire night of beers.
There are good people in the world. This trip is a constant reminder of that fact.