A Good One - Mozambique Accommodation
After a long exhausting year it was eventually time for a break. Feeling totally drained and absolutely stressed because of work, the mere idea of a holiday sent chills down my spine, but even better, it was the Christmas holiday season and I was in Mozambique.
Good old friends
Christmas is usually the time spent rather with family than friends, but this year our group of friends, the fifteen of us, decided to head off to Mozambique. So while everybody was lying on the beach, getting a tan and enjoying some small talk, some of the boys decided it would be a good idea to learn how to sail a hobie-cat.
As it turns out, it was fun for the guys more so for some of the girls. A hobie-cat looks something like a catamaran, but instead of some rather big engine steering it, it's mostly controlled by the wind and easier to tip over. And as it turned out, it turned completely upside down. I blame Graham for that though, because he was the one standing across from me trying to see-saw the hobie-cat on rather quiet water. They say small things amuse small minds, and I have to admit that I agree. I was furious with Graham, but then again, I should've known better. There hasn't been a holiday or party where the guys didn't do something stupid, it's part of their charm. And Graham seems to be the ring leader in all of this.
Benguerra Lodge
So after much chaotic play, and actually learning how to sail the hobie-cat while doing so, we headed back to the hotel. It was that time of the day when everybody got lazy and either slept or read. We were all lying on the beach, working on that holiday tan, with the sound of the waves breaking behind us and a slight breeze was adding to a very relaxed atmosphere. It was perfect and exactly what the doctor ordered when you need to getaway for awhile.
The lodge was perfect. All the couples shared double beds and the rest of us twin beds. Not that we got much sleep in during the night anyway because after dinner we usually stayed up chatting until the early mornings. On one of these occasions we stayed up until the sun came up and everybody was still pretty much awake. Everybody except Angela, her life is like clockwork, get up in the morning at seven, breakfast usually at the same time everyday and then by ten, at latest eleven o'clock in the night already in bed. But while we were all still so much awake it was time for a game of touch-rugby on the beach. I don't think the rest of the tourists and staff appreciated our energy, but we didn't really care. Eventually after eight in the morning we all passed out exhausted from the night's debaucheries and rugby game.
A lazy afternoon...
When the clang eventually woke up in the afternoon, it was with great difficulty. Nicole had already organised a big platter of scrambled eggs, bacon and coffee for us and by the time we had finished our meal, I was ready to hit the beach for a day in the sun. And that is exactly how our day was spent.
Mozambique is the perfect destination for any kind of traveller. Our group of friends who are so diverse in personality and needs all had their bit of something to do. Whether it was a lazy day tanning under the warmth of the African sun, or an adventure filled day snorkelling, each got his own bit of fun. After our week of holiday, Nicole made the comment of not just feeling well rested but that this holiday gave her new energy for whatever was waiting back home. I understood what she meant. It's not so much that life back home was unsatisfying, but after a good well enjoyed break, thinks tend to seem easier to handle, life seems to be happier altogether.