Miss Vicious with a rash gets two shots in the a**
Tuesday, August 1st, 2006The ride back to Maputo wasn’t too bad; it was impressively fast, in fact. As we got into Maputo, I asked some of the local passengers the best way to get to the center of town (where the hostel is). As one lady directed me out of the chapa, another one told me to stay on just a little bit further, so I stuck with her. We pulled into the same chapa yard where I protested people giving up their seats just a week and a half earlier (had so much time already passed?) As I got off the chapa, someone carried my bag away and put it in the trunk of a nice car. “Get in. Get in.” I got in. “This is my father. We’ll drive you to your hotel.” The woman was a doctor in the region where I had just come from, and her father did indeed drive me right to the hotel – such a nice gesture. They gave me their phone numbers in case I needed anything while in Maputo, and we said our goodbyes. [read on]
Tania