30 August 2009: Inhambane
Posted By Sika on May 27, 2010
I was feeling better, but still sick, and so I refused to accept my wake up time of 6am and puttered around (pretending I was going to do yoga) and then took a nap.
John arrived while I was adjusting the toe loop on my damn stubborn left Chaco, and so I finally had someone to talk to in English besides the German couple who had arrived in my dorm, selfishly occupying other beds.
We wandered around a bit, looking at the mangrove swamps, encountering an obviously murdered teddy bear and debating taking it to the police investigation office to see if they’d solve the whodunit. We looked at the train station, wandered through the museum, and just generally meandered. Like Ilha de Moçambique, Inhambane was a quiet town where it was easy to just walk around, watching the people and the water, and find the whole day had melted away. The architecture, too, was a joy to look at—partially because of its modified colonialism, and partially because of the bright, tropical colors many buildings were painted. I wish we could get away with those colors in Seattle—I think they’d make people less ironic and happier. My absolutely favorite thing though, was the street sign for Rua Karl Marx—planted right in front of a big Catholic church.
Cynthia, the woman who took my reservation when I called from Vilankulo*, was working and she is much more friendly and helpful than the other staff. Plus, she opened the pensão restaurant, which was very welcome since Verdinhos was closed and although the ice cream at Oxima was ok, the sandwiches were strictly eh (in the same way nearly all the sandwiches have been not all that great—good bread, but fake cheese and meat, one slice of each, basi). She said she only speaks poco ingles, but her English was actually pretty good.
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