After the traditional switch into ghostmode for a twenty hour transit, I arrived in Maputo, which I found to be surprisingly quiet and cool. It is Sunday and it rained yesterday.
The streets here are lined with palms and foliage, birds darting from one tall structure to the next, cars lazily meandering across lanes and through stop signs. Colonial architecture is everywhere, Portuguese roofs and window frames and influences are everywhere, and the streets are boulevards with sweeps of trees and greenery. Almost everywhere is coastline, from which a cool breeze tempers the warm air. Winter is closing in but no northern European would dare to call this winter.
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In the evening, I went on my usual solo jaunt, getting into scrapes and ending up - again, as per usual - stumbling along a dual carriageway in the dark. I managed to find the bay regardless, and as the sun was setting, I began my descent down a gentle curve, and swallows flipped and twisted their way between light sources gathering loud insects. Up on the hill, odd Soviet-style housing blocks peaked by masses of radio transmitters. Before I knew it I was lost. In Maputo, the darkness arrives suddenly, as with an extinguished light.