OK. So this is funny. I took two buses today, starting at 5am and ending at 8pm to get to Caia, which is the bridgeless, hotelless, hostelless, pensão-less, rest house-less Zambezi river crossing. I’m sleeping inside my tent on a reed mat which is on wood supports inside a mud hut, a couple hundred meters from the river. It’s hot.
I hooked up with a Maputo-an called Silva to do the whole room-finding and dinner. Good conversation, he seems nice enough.
Tomorrow, I cross the Zambezi in a “small boat” that “every once in a while” tips over into crocodile-infested waters. Goodbye, Peace Corps rules.
I had an eighteen month-old girl on my lap for about three or four hours of the trip, sleeping away. It was wonderful.
Peace,
John
