The people of the school who came to see us in Gurué, Mozambique
And finally, almost 2 years after the start of my first African adventure, it's time to write the last chapters of that book that I opened in this blog in 2013.
Having been writing about this trip quite constantly during all this time, I have revived it through my lines and I have the feeling that it has not been so long since that day at the end of February 2013 when I was getting on a Train in Alicante to Madrid. From there I flew to Cape Town (South Africa), previous stop in London, without even knowing if my trip was going to last 10 days or 2 months.
All in this adventure, except the first ten days, it was totally improvised. And that's how the best trips come out. Without a doubt.
Elephant in the Kruger National Park
I started my journey in the cosmopolitan Cape Town, to tour the Soweto neighborhood in Johannesburg, where Mandela lived, a week later. From there I took a bus to Nelspruit, very close to the south entrance of the famous Kruger Park. Immersed in the wild African nature I spent a couple of days hoping to meet some of the big cats. I didn't have that fortune but I could see, in freedom, animals like elephants, gazelles, water buffalo, zebras, hippos, hyenas ... and a long etcetera, including birds, reptiles and invertebrates.
Here came the turning point of my trip. I planned to spend a few weeks in Lesotho and Swaziland but I found myself on a bus with a Mozambican who sold me his country like no tourist office can ever do. I had read something about Mozambique but I wasn't sure if I went there alone. Finally, the passion of my friend Wiliam (yes, with an “l”) decanted the balance and I crossed the border located only about 80 kms from the South African Nelspruit.
It was the best traveling decision I ever made.
Sunset on Lake Malawi