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We left for Mozambique knowing only two things: We could stay at Fatima’s Backpackers Place on all nights in our week long journey except for Friday and that we were legally permitted to be in the country for up to 30 days. Most of us didn’t even know the simplest Portuguese phrases, which may or may not have led to a misunderstanding at the boarder (Hint: don’t take pictures of Mozambique Boarder Patrol Guards) with the threat of four to six months jail time (Eu só falo inglês.). Somehow everything worked out perfectly, probably due to the good company, the kindness of strangers, our superb fact-finding/ hustling skills and sheer luck.

I feel like a picture essay would be the best way to explain our glorious adventures (Note- click on pictures to enlarge):

Part I- Bright City Lights

Part II- On the Water

See that white van (i.e. taxi bus)… we stuffed 19 people (plus luggage and a well-behaved baby) in there and drove for three hours over meandering, knee-deep sand roads. Oh man, that was an experience I will never forget.

Part III- The Diva is a Female Version of a Hustla

After we used our best poker faces to get this sweet deal at this brand spankin’ new hotel that’s named after a sinus medication, we spent the night being classy wearing our provided robes. Oh yeah, and the only other guests at the hotel were members of the Mozambican National Soccer Team and coaching squad.

Cheers to Spring Break '09- The Remix Edition!