36 Hours

- they have hippo crossing signs here
- according to the South Africa Airways sommelier a person's taste buds lose up to 30% of their sensitivity while flying in a pressurized cabin
- I had Barracuda for dinner. Sid had chicken fingers.
- at our hostel we met a guy who claimed to be the nephew of the Pakistan Minister of Agriculture. After he told us about being in a Chinese prison for three days he informed us that Mozambique does not make very good cocaine.
- Kenny and Sid have a tough time seeing the locals (black people) on the side of the highway at night. Locals here are fond of walking along the highway at night.
- fruit roll-ups here are ridiculously hard to eat. They do not come in special shapes either.
- Fuge thought his 'Tropicalissimo' drink was too fruity. Kenny thought his 'America' drink was unpatriotic.
- They sell Che Guevera posters on the beach.... we are staying on Mao Tse Tung avenue... someone call McCarthy the commy's are everywhere.
- unfortunately we did not see any sharks while hanging out at Inhaca and Portuguese islands, but we did see some intense starfish.
- American country music is alive and well in Mozambique. While we were trying to figure out if chumbo was gasoline or diesel, the guy next to us rocked out to some Keith Urban while refueling his 1982 Toyota. On the ferry ride a local Maputo homeboy danced and sang to Bryan Adams. Apparently 12,000 miles is not far enough to get away from American music. Actually Kenny just informed me Bryan Adams is from Canada. Whatever, I made my point.
- and finally I'll leave you with some Mozambique wisdom: "be aware of the falling coconuts".

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