Yesterday we traveled from the Reserve to the airport and then flew to Mozambique. Why is it that the rest of the world feeds you on a 70 minute flight while in America you could starve going from NY to SF?
The immigration process in Inhambane was crazy, however. The forms were not handed out on the plane so suddenly 75 people are jammed into one small room filling them out and then trying to form ONE line through the crowd to get to the ONE guy working the desk with three different groups of people: those who didn't need Visas, those who got them ahead of time and the 10 or so of us who had to get them upon arrival.
Anyway, made it here to the resort. This is a simple, modest place but high-end for the area.
The beach is huge and the sand is so soft that it compresses under your feet with a squeaky crunchy feeling like walking in cornstarch.
Our first ocean safari is at 10:30. (Which is a nice change from 6a game drives) so 2 hours out in a zodiac in search of whale sharks (and dolphin and mantas and humpbacks but really whale sharks).
Fingers crossed.
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