Los descuidos en el interior del país fueron muchos: poca higiene, extraña agua y comidas servidas en cualquier lugar me provocaron parásitos que me llevaron a perder cinco kilos y por momentos a pasarla bastante mal!
Cycling the Makonde highlands, through its people I heard about their habits, which some of them, as they told me, should be abandoned according to the times. At that moment I perceived that I was standing in front of the last generation of those who still conserve intact their oldest traditions.
While I was getting further into the Niassa province, I started to discover the true dangers. I remember that in the city some people told me: "On that road you will suffer".
According to Abudo, the government tries to combat the problem of the over fishing putting restrictions during certain months of the year to protect the fish in the breeding station, but many of the fishermen don't always understand...
The sun began to go down, and with that delicate darkness, all those doubts that I had after the advice of that man woke up again. Doubts that were strengthening with the different noises that arose behind the bush. So I began to feel fear and to pedal faster.
"You will not enter without visa! Go back from where you came or go to get the documentation to Maputo", the customs officer told me, seriously. I was in the Malawi - Mozambique border, and the capital city of Mozambique, Maputo, was to 2.000 Km from there. At once I thought: Be kind, please!!".
With a little cold and rain, I remained in Gurue for three days, picking up information for my next destination: the Mount Namuli, and to know then, as they told me, where the white man doesn't reach.
In the morning, many families unfolded a net that was so long as a soccer ground. After it was completely opened, when the tide began to rise, men went into the sea making a semicircle that could catch any fish, mollusk or crustacean that was in it. Men, children and even old women changed positions for hours with only one wish: that the sea was generous.
Hardly knowing about the reality of Argentina in the end of 2001, I thought that, as any Mozambiquean person, I had to wait that local banks free money in the automatic cash dispensers of the city. But, unfortunately, I was wrong...