There's a 'pot of holes' at the end of the rainbow

The further we go the further we realise we still have to go, even just in Mozambique!
We made steady progress up the coast stopping in Inhambane to change some money but couldn't stop for lunch thanks to the rain. Instead we headed to Tofo to eat and find a spot to sleep. Not finding anything suitable sometime later, to sleep, we diverted to Barra in the fading light. After an interesting drive on a very loose sandy track we made it to the site of 'choice', next to the lighthouse. The view was great, the ablutions interesting, and the dog that barked all night, tiring! Kaz shut it in the ladies at about 1am and some sleep was finally gotten.
A new day, a released, relieved, and now quiet dog, and back on the road. We couldn't stay another night with the barking and the ladies was not an option as the dog had almost eaten its way out overnight! Ironically the faded painting on the side of the toilets read 'PONTA DA BARKA'.
Our daily coffee stop turned into a lesson on opening coconuts, and amusing the crowd of children that appeared from nowhere. They seemed most amused and bemused in our ritual.
Our next stop evolved into Morrungulo, a beach resort. A delightful 2 nights was spent, and a combination of swimming, clothes washing, and relaxation was had.
Back on the tar again, well the tar that could be found amid the onslaught of potholes! Vilanculos was a diversion on route for essentials like money and fuel. The bank took ages, not too busy, but slow and they also did a check on Rich to see if he was a money laundering Columbian drug lord, very thorough!
It was a relief to make Inhassoro at the end of the day. A hotel on the beach that is slowly being rebuilt with ample camping to the side. So 2 nights here, swimming etc sigh, and then attack the potholes again!