With no fuel station, and not enough fuel to get us south to the next fuel station, we purchased some "gasolina" from a local entrepreneur selling us 20L at almost twice the going rate, before beginning the journey back the way we came. We needed to map a new route, but at this point there was the only the 1 road heading south, so whilst we drove we researched our new plan. We passed through another small town and received a text from J&J stating their intention to put their car on a train, heading west across the country, this seemed a little bizarre to us but soon became apparent why.As we consulted the guidebooks and reviewed the map it became clearly visible that our journey would be a difficult one. Within the next 1000km there were 3 roads heading west to Malawi, but each labelled with a warning that they were extremely difficult to pass during the dry, and perhaps impassable during the wets unless of course you happened to own an "amphibious assault vehicle". At best we needed to track back to Nampula (approx 600km) and put our car on the train that was leaving the following morning at 5am, but tickets needed to be purchased the day before (i.e. today by 4pm)). J&J were a couple of hours ahead of us, but they were not going to make it in time either. They had established contact with the rail operator through a contact at "Russels Place" and were informed that either way the train would need a couple of days notice to collect the car carriage. The following train was due to leave on Saturday, the day our visas were to expire and this would not allow us to make the border in time. Overstaying our visa would most likely have led to a hefty fine, bribe or possible imprisonment, something none of us wanted to deal with, so this was simply not an option.Out of alternatives, we picked a route and agreed to meet J&J at a camp outside Nampula and attempt the journey in convoy the following day.The drive was long although magnificently scenic with granite inselbergs scattered across the horizon, but we had seen it previously and this time the weather was poor travelling from storm to storm. The windscreen wipers were being temperamental, one headlight was not working and it was not recommended we drive at night at the best of times, but we needed to chew up the kilometres. We arrived in Nampula an hour or more after sunset and were glad we knew our way around. The place was buzzing, people lining the roads, all over the roads in fact, it was madness, like a swarm of ants there were people everywhere. The place had come alive as the sun had gone down and the heat of the day had been relieved. Faced with the prospect of spending a couple of days in the sticks, we filled Kal and headed for the supermarket to restock. It was the first real supermarket we had seen in over a month and although exhausted from a long day on the road we ran around like kids in a lolly shop. A supermarket was the simplest of luxuries.Restocked we were back on the bumpy dirt road headed for camp and our rendezvous. The camp was in the middle of nowhere, 20km from the nearest town and not for J&J we would never have known it was there. The place however was a really nice surprise, a great little complex and without a doubt the best campground facility we had come across in Mozambique, but it was getting late, we had been travelling for 10hrs and we would need an early start the following morning, so we hatched a plan, set up camp, cooked ourselves some dinner and hit the hay.We awoke to find ourselves nestled amongst some wonderful scenery, the campground sandwiched between 2 giant impressive inselbergs. It would've been nice to spend a couple of days there, but we were on a strict timescale so come 6am we were headed out the gates and west towards the border.