Anvil Bay Adventures

                    Drone shot of the beach.  Our casita is the one of the far right

I am writing this in bed finally warm after a hot shower and dinner. Its 7:30 at night, windy and cold.  Cold like an October night on Saturna when the wind blows but  we are glamping on the coast of Mozambique, not in Canada huddled by a fire inside and toasty warm.  

FYI: Glamping in Mozambique means we are in a large tent with thatched rushes on the roof with screens on the sides of the tent to keep the bugs out (there aren’t many since its the dry season and  did I say COLD) that close up at night.  Wood floors, comfy beds and thankfully hot water.

This is the entrance to our casita which is nestled in the thicket with a wind break facing the sea

It is unusually cold for this time of year.   I have been surprised because I thought I was heading to a tropical country in East Africa:  Not necessarily in August in Southern Africa.  Its winter here and while it was in the high 20c yesterday,  it sure turned cold this afternoon.  Happy to say we leave tomorrow although our stay has been pleasant. Even more happy I brought my puffy jacket which has kept it bearable for most of the afternoon and this evening.

The food and the staff here are both excellent.  Fresh fish, and seafood abounds along with just about anything one desires.  Staff are locals and have gone out of their way and almost make up for the terrible management. We've even had sundowners by the lake and on the beach in front of a fire. 

Basically we’ve had a good time hanging out on the beach, getting caught up with each other (it has been almost 2 years), playing with Malakai .

Tonite we chatted about the conflict in the northern part of the country with a Humanitarian Consultant who works for the British Government. It seems to be all about resource sharing, not so much about religion although a significant part of the northern population is Muslim.  ISIS is funding the conflict but the folks are just pissed that the French, Chinese and the government here take the oil and gas and rubies, get all the money and the province is left to rot. I'm told it is the poorest of the provinces in the country with the mother-load of resources. 

Politics aside, Bob Dylan is so right about the beaches here. The sandy beach here goes on forever and there is nobody here but us chickens.  

Yesterday Sierra and Khi tried to Kayak but the waves were too rough to go out beyond them so the area where they could go was limited.  Thus, we ended up tide pooling, finding cool shells, looking at the sand crabs and sitting in the warm water. 

We also figured out that the dunes would be great for sledding and  both Sierra and Khi did several runs today. I tried to post a video of this but this platform doesn't seem to want to let me insert it.

And, on the way out we saw giraffes, warthogs (my favourite of the African animals because they are so weird looking and fold their front legs very politely before they eat) and zebras. Oh and a Crested Guinea Fowl that had pokka dot feathers.