My intention of a continuous journey down the Swahili coast – from Lamu Island in Kenya to northern Mozambique, via Tanzania – ground to an abrupt halt at the Mozambique embassy in Dar es Salaam.

Mozambique travels

Due to politics, Mozambique required travellers coming from Tanzania to have a visa beforehand. Every other land crossing was just a visa on arrival. So after wasting time in the Tanzanian capital over a closed weekend and an Islamic holiday, I went to the embassy to face a bureaucratic brick of a woman.

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Taking a small boat from Likoma Island – across Lake Malawi, to the Mozambique side and the village of Cobue.

After viewing the visa rules – $100 for visa and a 5 day wait, usual passport pics and forms, invitation letter as to why I wanted to go to Mozambique, bank statements declaring that I had $US 5000 in my bank and other petty shit; I just walked out muttering obscenities. I knew that a week-plus of more waiting around in Dar es Salaam, would be too much frustration.

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Lake Malawi, near Cobue in Mozambique, where it’s called Lake Niassa.

I knew there were better options. Studying the map, I found an alternative.

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Sunset over the boat “port” of Cobue. I got a visa on arrival for just $30, with no extra paperwork and done within 15 minutes.

But not without an extra 1500+ km added to my already long Cairo to Cape Town overland trip. New plan: cut south-west from the coast across the highlands of southern Tanzania and down into northern Malawi, then across the lake to remote north-western Mozambique.

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6AM departure: Traveling northern Mozambique. On the road in the back of a truck – the only public transport – that would later be packed with timber, a bicycle, and loads of people. It was an uncomfortable 6 hours sweltering along dusty roads from Cobue to Metangula. I shared sack of pebbles as a cushion with a young woman. Every time the bumps and sloping roads sent passengers and stuff moving  – sometimes into each other in crushes of agony.

I would arrive at the tiny settlement of Cobue on the eastern shores of Lake Malawi and hope for a visa on arrival. And from there, travel  east to Mozambique Island and the Indian Ocean.

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LEFT + TOP RIGHT: Crammed van stopped for drinks in shade of tree. I waited 2 hours for this van to leave Metangula; many other passengers had waited 5 hours for it to full and depart and later got really shitty when the driver stopped regularly to pack even more people inside – like cattle to market. It was totally stuffed – as  African bush-taxis always  seem to be. I was cramped – elbow out window for some blissful space – with 4 others into the backseat,  numb bum, legs towards my chest, hot and unable to move an inch. Extra passengers rode standing on the rear bumper. BELOW RIGHT: the only meal available in Cobue. Fish, spinach-stuff and pulped maize – that resembles mashed potato. Bland but okay. And the cheapest meal I found across the country @ $US 4. Beer was better value.

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Hanging out in Cuamba for 2 days, awaiting the train’s departure to Nampula.

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The train from Cuamba to Nampula. It took all day, and arrived 5 hours late …

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At stops, vendors swarmed the train.

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Kids at village stop. RIGHT: Inselburgs – granite humps – dominated the landscape and along with bright summer leaves, it reminded me totally of Korea in Autumn. BELOW: Inside the “executive class” carriage. (I had decided to treat myself with movable feast – it was only $5 more.  BUT despite it being a new addition to the train service, after only 2 months in service this A/C carriage was now broken, so it was sweltering. But at least not over-crowded like the other carriages – where luggage safety posed issues. A South African para-medic, working for the railway company and doing this journey regularly as his job, told me that some months ago, he’d had his entire backpack – including laptop – stolen when traveling 2nd class).

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It was an amazing, dreamy train trip traveling northern Mozambique. Hunger and sweltering heat was offset by my red wine picnic – and additional cold beer bought from vendors … I arrived that evening in Nampula, trashed and elated.

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