After several hours in a cramped car, we arrived in Maputo on Friday night. There were five of us packed into a little Nissan. We saw elephants and giraffes on the drive up, which was very exciting. Mainly for Peter and me. The Africans in the car didn't seem nearly as thrilled. Peter's friend Marina is Mozambiquan, and she was kind enough to drive us here, and put us up in her gorgeous home. This house is beautiful, and I never want to leave. Marina and her family are incredible. Everything I've heard about Mozambique is true. This place is seriously beautiful and charming, and people are really nice. (except for the person who stole Peter's cell phone). Internet access here is very slow, and hard to come across. So for the next week or so I'm not sure how frequent these blog updates will be. Anyway, I'm in love with Maputo, and want to move here. I also love that people here speak Portuguese. I think it's some sort of rule, that people who speak a latin language are amazing dancers. We did a lot of that last night. Yesterday was probably the most random day of my life. We did so much I don't even know where to start. And nothing is ever planned here. Things just happen. We ended up at the police station, because some corrupt police officers wanted money from Marina for making an "illegal turn". They thought she was a foreigner because she has a South African license plate. Apparently getting stopped by police is a common occurence. We went to this really amazing fish market with a bunch of Marina's friends and her parents. The food was incredible, hence the title. That's what Marina's Mom told me in order to clear up the misconception that all Africans are starving. I would write more, but I feel like I'm hogging the computer. We're heading to Zimbabwe tomorrow, and still don't know how we're going to get there. So we should probably figure that out.
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