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Gurué and trekking to Mount Namuli of Mozambique (Part 4)

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Finally the day comes after the stores flooded

After a tedious and wet night in which I stayed awake and sat inside my flooded tentFinally, the rooster announced the sunrise, I opened the zipper and went to wake Dulce and Ophir. It would be only 6 in the morning, but it seemed incredible to me that this couple could be asleep with the amount of water that had entered our canvas cabins. Well, they were.

I managed to wake them up and we prepared to make breakfast with the help of our camping gas. The Namuli family was already dedicated to their daily chores. We finally met the patriarch.

Namuli was a guy very similar to the eccentric basketball player Dennis Rodman. Lucia biker leather jacket, combined with sandals that called for her withdrawal for more years than former King Juan Carlos, a shabby shirt and shorts that were one day blue but had faded to make the perfect canvas for a multitude of stains you expire

His kindness and warmth was appreciated in the greeting. He kissed us all three on the cheeks and hugged us. We were perplexed, not knowing how to react to such a kindly village chief. We thanked them for their hospitality and asked for practical information about the part of the road we had to cover to reach the sacred Mount namuli, the second highest in the country with its 2,413 meters.

The children of the village followed us to the exit

And here we learned One more lesson about Africa: the majority of its population has a very different appreciation of time and space than we have in Europe.

The good man from Namuli told us that the homonymous mountain was no more than 3 or 4 kilometers away in the same direction we were going the previous day. We smiled, looked at each other, and asked if it was a nuisance that we left our things in tents to be able to leave lighter. Namuli downplayed the matter and told us that we could sleep there again that night. He added: “This time, better under the roof of the patio, because it will rain again”. With that he reminded us that we had been useless in rejecting the offer his wife had made us the day before. We didn't want to bother and it seemed like it wasn't going to rain the way he did. On this occasion we would listen.

Before 7.30 in the morning we were already underway. We only carried water and our cameras in a couple of small backpacks. We leave everything else in the lands of Namuli.

The girl from the village of Namuli. I fell in love with her.

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