Monday morning again. So of course my mind is wondering to all the places I would rather be than at work. In my last installment of holiday pics I feature the road trip home. While we had beautiful perfect-beach-days weather every day we were in Mozambique, the night before we left there was a torrential rain storm. Which can make dirt road navigation more exciting than usual. Being a Camel Man in his heart, my father chose the quicker route to get back to the border- this can also be interpreted as the dirt road route. All was going well and we even managed to tow a truck out the mud. However, after opting for a side farm road in the hope of less mud, we slipped off the road in to the side gully and landed up knee deep (or tire deep?) in the softest, squishiest mud.
Three and a half hours later, with the help of 9 local farm workers who spoke not one word of English, and after waiting on the main road for an hour before a vehicle drove past (clearly most people had decided to avoid this route), we managed to get out. We went through the border posts with many strange looks (although there were a couple of envious looks too as we drove past in the muddiest 4x4). An eventful end to a wonderful holiday.
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