We arrived in Tofo, just to the east of Inhambane, and got down to some serious relaxing. We were staying on Tofo beach itself which is about 10km of pure white sand and practically deserted. The water is very warm and clear and so there is a big diving scene here. We were too broke to do any actual diving but we did spot some dolphins from the beach. In fact, Alice had quite a few run ins with the local wildlife: covered in Mozzie bites the first night, stood on the only sea urchin in the entire country when we rented surfboards the next day, and stung by a jelly fish on the last day. If we'd been there any longer she would have been getting friendly with sharks.

We had a really nice time in Tofo because we bumped into some guys we'd met in Malawi a couple of weeks ago and so had a couple of cool parties. It's really strange how you meet the same people time and again out here despite the fact the continent is huge. After teaching an American guy called Kevin my killer dance move, the 'Wiggle', we decided we had better move on before we turned into permanent beach bums. I'm currently writing this in a little cafe in Inhambane before we catch a bus tomorrow. This town is pretty weird. When we arrived it was dead and there was hardly a soul on the streets, we had some lunch and Alice decided to sleep off last nights hangover (we were celebrating the leap year afterall). I got bored and wandered back into town and everything had changed. I'm writing in a cafe owned by a guy from Maidstone, Kent as Dido and other divas scream power ballards on the sound system. Outside a carnival is just starting and a man dressed as a clown is amusing the crowd and pointing at me through the window. Think I'll go out and see what it's all about...