By coincidence the road we had chosen to travel had been labelled the most scenic stretch in the whole of Mozambique. It soon became evident why - giant granite monoliths rose from the lush plantation forest, their magnificence emphasised by the rainstorms and rainbows scattered across the horizon.The road was rough, but not impassable. Potholed dusty dirt track alternating with rutted mud and bone jarring corrugations, we travelled in convoy and choked on the du...

With no fuel station, and not enough fuel to get us south to the next fuel station, we purchased some "gasolina" from a local entrepreneur selling us 20L at almost twice the going rate, before beginning the journey back the way we came. We needed to map a new route, but at this point there was the only the 1 road heading south, so whilst we drove we researched our new plan. We passed through another small town and received a text from J&J stating th...

Our first impressions of Pangane were not great. The beach was ok, but not the palm fringed oasis we were expecting. The inhabitants were again using it as the local toilet and a storm had washed a great deal of sea grass ashore.We arrived at the campground and although Boner and Susie were nowhere to be seen, we were relieved to see their clothes hanging up to dry. We asked a few questions of the owner and it became apparent they would return later.The beach opp...

After a laid back few days in Pemba we were ready for some more adventure. Despite the weather, of the two tracks heading north we decided upon the shorter more challenging dirt and sand track to Tandanhangui, where we could get a boat to Ibo. There were plenty of rain storms about, but we figured at worst we would need to back track a couple of hours and go the long way round. The rain had taken its toll on the track, rutted, muddy and slippery in parts but we w...

We headed on to Pemba, the last major town heading North before the border, and the southern gateway to the Quirimba Archipelago and National park. Again it was just a larger congregation of grass huts, but we felt like we were back in civilisation, sort of. We camped a few kilometres south of town at Russels Place on Wimbe Beach. We met Russel, a nice Aussie guy from the sunshine coast, another expat who came and just never quite made it home. Russel's was in th...