The great Zambezi

Needing to put some serious km on the clock we made an early start from our free stop at James' house, not before blagging some firewood as James would not accept payment for it.
Anyway, the Zambezi was calling and the scrum that goes with it. The bridge is due for completion this year, lucky if it is this decade! Touts try and sell you anything they can lay their hands on while you queue and wait, or they just beg. The ferry duely arrived and we were directed onboard, drivers driving and passengers walking. I guess if the ferry goes down then hopefully only the drivers drown!
Safely across we made fast tracks to Zalala on the coast east of Quelimane. The sun was doing its sinking and our hopes of a good spot to stay were doing likewise. Thankfully we found Zalala beach camp and restaurant, a nice camp despite the bucket showers. As we were late we ate in the restaurant, a whole 'pedra' fish, prawns, rice and chips, it was delicious. Took a while to hit the table as they had to light a fire to cook on, but well worth the wait!
An early start again the following morning after negotiating a price for the camping. Sue and I agreed on mts200 per family on arrival, but it changed to mts250 that morning. We stood firm and they grudgingly accepted our stance.
So we sped off on the long trek to Nampula. The road was under construction, so some good and some not so good. It was dark when we made it and the campsite didn't exist, the hotel Bamboo next door wanted $80 for a double room! So after a discussion we headed out towards Rapale west of town hoping to find another mystical option that was in our book. 20km later in the dark on a bumpy dirt road avoiding pedestrians, bicycles, motorbikes, and assorted animals we got lucky and the place actually existed. A couple of gins and a plate of pasta soon eased our weary bodies after 9 hour haul.
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