After Ian had finalised Toms paperwork and issued him with a temporary dive card we said our goodbyes and headed for Nacala.
As we left I felt that even after a rubbish Christmas and a few horrid sweaty days, overall we had a pleasant time. I was sad to say bye to Martain who had been good fun and a great dive buddy, although we may meet up in S.A.
As Ian dropped us off, sorted us out a bus and drove off, no wave. Couldn't quite figure Ian out. Nice chap, but quite off at times..
Bus took around 2 hours and didn't drop us off as expected, but another hour later after a chappa ride we were there.
Illia, was a funny old place, very run down and depressing, containing so much history and sorrow.
Illia used to be the capital of Mozambique, the main port. It was used primarily to keep and export slaves to other nations. A large castle containing the pit where the slaves once were kept, waiting for the ships arrival so they could be taken away from their families to another country was at one end. A church at the other.
After finding our accommodation we tried to find the museum or enter the castle which the corrupt guards tried to charge a fortune to get in! After a busy morning we hadn't eaten anything and we walked and walked around this 7km long island trying to fin some food! Every restaurant/cafe opened after 5. It was so hot, walking down the crumbled sea front, which was obviously once stunning.
The whole place was just weird.
Eventually we found somewhere to eat and met a lovely couple, Brian was Dutch and his girlfriend was Portuguese.
Tom and I later that evening went out too a recommended pizza restaurant and had starter, main and dessert. After we went to a bar with brain and his partner and had a few beers, shared travel advice and then headed back to the hostel where we sat on the roof, all four of us and watched the fruit bats and toms interesting puppet show..
It had been an interesting day, in an interesting place, one birthday I shan't forget in a hurry..