So that is pretty much it for my time in the bush in Mozambique. After the bit kittys went and sat where I could not see them and take pictures I wandered the camp a little one last time, I knew already that I was going to miss the place !!!
Hot water system again.. I am always intrigued by solutions to problems of course...
Remember that pic of the Gin Trap from earlier, here is another with some size to put it into context...
One of the other PHs got back into the main camp after a little fishing !!!
Tiger Fish... I wonder how they got that name...
Most of the camp took a siesta in the afternoon, I took the opportunity to sit and clean my rifle well and give it a good oiling, knowing it would be locked in it's case now for over a week. Sitting in the camp with no activity at all was peaceful and a little eerie at the same time. I could not help but think perhaps I was being "watched" and looking like a better and better meal opportunity
. Happily there were no issues at all. The last night was spent doing my final pack and such, we had an early dinner and turned in. I spent a good couple of hour laying and recalling the last ten days !!! Loved it all !! Now once asleep I started to dream about big cats and their interest in stalking around the camp at night, its one thing to hear about it as a maybe, it is another when you have seen it. At one point I woke with a bit of a start and then realised it was of course all a dream. I took the opportunity to fight my way out from under the mosquito net and take a pee, then I settled back in for another few hours sleep (it was about 3am), just as I settled in Africa once again reminded me where I was as a lion let out a lovely loooong roar just there along the river below camp.... !!!!!
The next morning we were up and away early as I had a plane to catch. A couple of the camp staff were starting days off so they caught a lift in with us. One thing had caught my eye a couple of times and then I asked... some writing on trees/signs I had seen....
.... mine clearance markers. Lets you know that the clearance teams had gone through recently. And yes, most of the roads we had been traversing were well mined during the civil war.
A few pics I snapped along the road just because...
... those long bags contain charcoal that is the stable money making venture for the people in the bush. They ship, carry, peddle it down to the city to sell for cooking.
A logging truck...
.... lots of these traversing the roads, they have NO idea of securing a load generally (this was a good one) and the sides of the road are littered with bloody big logs that have taken flight !!! It was not unusual to pass one coming the other way with a log stick straight out the side and only just hanging on !!!
OK... look close through the dust...
.... yep, a second class ride always beats a first class walk.... maybe...