“The true traveller is he who goes on foot, and even then, he sits down a lot of the time” Calette
We were met in Bil
ene by a beautiful campsite set on an azure blue lagoon. We got the tents up in seconds and headed for a local restaurant and took a walk through the small village market. We only spent a night in Bliene in an effort to get up to Tofo sooner so the next morning we had the bikes packed up and set off on a sandy track along the lagoon and up to Xai Xai. Two hours in the soft sand with a fair amount of wrong turns, dead ends and aimless loops was tiring so we stopped for a nice rest in Xai Xai before slugging out the remaining 300 km on tar. Danny, Casio and Leroy stuck with us in the car up to Tofo and against our best efforts, we still ended up navigating our way through Inhambane and along the last pot hole strewn 30km in the 
dark.
The six of us spent the next 3 days in on the beach in Tofo and catching up on some blogging and admin in my African office under blue skies. Tofo is a tourist hub with loads of accommodation options to suit your budget and one can take a moonlit stroll down the everlasting beach to the vibey beach bars. It was away with the basic travel food for a few days and out with the prawns, fish and any other marine delight your taste buds desire.
On Saturday we said goodbye to the guys in the car as they headed back to South Africa and headed 50km south to the picturesque Pandane beach. The soft sand
road to Pandane once again tested our soft sand capabilities and provided for a couple entertaining tumbles. Pandane is regarded as the best snorkelling destination i
n Southern Mozambique and the weather gods were on our side for our two days of bliss in the crystal clear waters. After the last 5 days on the beach we were feeling the urge to keep on moving and made our way north to Morrongulu for an overnight stop at yet another magnificent Mozambican beach before continuing up to Vilonculos. Travelling north from Morrongulu we hit the last stretch of Mozambican roa
d still needing to be refurbished which meant weaving in between thousands of potholes and trying our very best to avoid the occasional “tour stopper” that would be capable of swallowing a motorbike whole. Stopping at some of the tiny villages dotted in between the small towns makes for some of the most African experiences with small kids crowding around the bikes, intrigued by our every move. We rolled into Vilonculos yesterday and are resting and doing bike maintenance today before a mammoth two day stretch to Blantyre in Malawi via the Gorongosa National Park and across the Zambezi River.
See you there...
We escaped from Maputo after just one night there, the traffic in the centre of town made for some nerve racking riding. There are loads of little motorbikes weaving bet
ween the hundreds of buses, taxis an
d trucks and the motorists seemed to have a distinct disregard for anything on two wheels. The 3 of us worked hard to stay close together amongst the chaos as we headed north from Maputo on the 200km stretch to Bilene. It was a relief to put the big city lights behind us and coast through the coconut sprinkled landscape. We rode through marshlands over bridges on the main road from town to town, trying our utmost to stick to the speed limits as we had heard nothing but scary stories of the Mozambican police. Riding in a group of 3 made it easier to stop and film en route and above all it was amazing to finally have some people with whom I could share the extraordinary sights, sounds and smells of these foreign places.
ween the hundreds of buses, taxis an
d trucks and the motorists seemed to have a distinct disregard for anything on two wheels. The 3 of us worked hard to stay close together amongst the chaos as we headed north from Maputo on the 200km stretch to Bilene. It was a relief to put the big city lights behind us and coast through the coconut sprinkled landscape. We rode through marshlands over bridges on the main road from town to town, trying our utmost to stick to the speed limits as we had heard nothing but scary stories of the Mozambican police. Riding in a group of 3 made it easier to stop and film en route and above all it was amazing to finally have some people with whom I could share the extraordinary sights, sounds and smells of these foreign places.We were met in Bil
ene by a beautiful campsite set on an azure blue lagoon. We got the tents up in seconds and headed for a local restaurant and took a walk through the small village market. We only spent a night in Bliene in an effort to get up to Tofo sooner so the next morning we had the bikes packed up and set off on a sandy track along the lagoon and up to Xai Xai. Two hours in the soft sand with a fair amount of wrong turns, dead ends and aimless loops was tiring so we stopped for a nice rest in Xai Xai before slugging out the remaining 300 km on tar. Danny, Casio and Leroy stuck with us in the car up to Tofo and against our best efforts, we still ended up navigating our way through Inhambane and along the last pot hole strewn 30km in the 
dark.The six of us spent the next 3 days in on the beach in Tofo and catching up on some blogging and admin in my African office under blue skies. Tofo is a tourist hub with loads of accommodation options to suit your budget and one can take a moonlit stroll down the everlasting beach to the vibey beach bars. It was away with the basic travel food for a few days and out with the prawns, fish and any other marine delight your taste buds desire.
On Saturday we said goodbye to the guys in the car as they headed back to South Africa and headed 50km south to the picturesque Pandane beach. The soft sand
road to Pandane once again tested our soft sand capabilities and provided for a couple entertaining tumbles. Pandane is regarded as the best snorkelling destination i
n Southern Mozambique and the weather gods were on our side for our two days of bliss in the crystal clear waters. After the last 5 days on the beach we were feeling the urge to keep on moving and made our way north to Morrongulu for an overnight stop at yet another magnificent Mozambican beach before continuing up to Vilonculos. Travelling north from Morrongulu we hit the last stretch of Mozambican roa
d still needing to be refurbished which meant weaving in between thousands of potholes and trying our very best to avoid the occasional “tour stopper” that would be capable of swallowing a motorbike whole. Stopping at some of the tiny villages dotted in between the small towns makes for some of the most African experiences with small kids crowding around the bikes, intrigued by our every move. We rolled into Vilonculos yesterday and are resting and doing bike maintenance today before a mammoth two day stretch to Blantyre in Malawi via the Gorongosa National Park and across the Zambezi River.See you there...
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