Only made it to Cuamba. Rain has been on and off the past two days, making road travel – especially on dirt roads like I had all the way here – quite tricky. So I’m waiting for a train to take me to Nampula while I listen to a thunderstorm pound my tin roof in a pensão somewhere in Cuamba.
It’s beautiful here – no tar roads, some original Portuguese architecture, everyone speaks Portuguese, the mountains are all visible and fog-capped, and it’s the middle of nowhere, in a big city. It’s great. I’m even getting a hot dinner cooked for me!
Train tomorrow: 3am. Ouch.
Peace,
John
