After what seemed like the best sleep ever after our previous few nights, we treated ourself to breakfast and then grade for the bus station.
After the 7hr pickup ride and the 10hr+ train journey we wanted the next 5 hours to be reasonable. Once we arrived at the station it became apparent this wish may not come true... Mini buses rammed full like we haven't seen before. People were even hanging out the door! We were gob smacked.
After we picked our jaws off the floor we started to ask the empty, not so shabby looking busses if they were going to Nacala?! Finally one chap briefly nodded which was enough for me to jump on and claim the front two seats by the driver. Sitting by the driver insures that people can't squeeze in-between tom and myself as it would crush the driver. We sat with our bags across us, the journey whizzed helped by looking briefly at the 'WORKING' speedometer and slowly watching the km tick by.
Once at Nacala with a few strained words from Tom as he could move his legs since they had been wedged in for so long, we disembarked. Once off we were greeted with a new type if taxi, motorbikes.....
I was literally surrounded, all shouting at me and pointing at where to sit on their bikes. "Best price to Libilula" I shouted and then walked away waiting for the engines to start and the swarm to come again... Nothing, no one followed because they didn't know where Libilula was it what it was! Tom tried to mimic someone diving which let out a fee giggles and we decided to walk. We had no idea where in Nacala we were it a map or address if the place we were staying, just phone number with no phone. Eventually a chap pulled beside with his bike and said he knew Libilula, to be sure we put credit on his phone and rang. Soon after we were Golding on for dear life over bumps, ramps and through rain with 'Oder sweaty black man' blowing through the nostrils!
Met by the side if the main road by Ian in his Landrover. 27, English, quite short with wavy black hair.
Down we went to Libilula where we met PJ, his fiancé 35 and Matane, the 19yr old dutch divemaster.
Lovely place, we had a quick tour and ate some lunch followed by the long awaited dive into the sea bay watch style.
We settled into the dorms which we ok to stay in until more guests arrived, then it would be tent time..
I can't wait to do some work!!!!!