"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.
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...
We walked for a while through dark tunnels, where the hardness of black men's work could be observed, carrying and transporting routinely big stones of which finally the gold is won.
Swazi people wear animal's leathers and use lances and shields. They told me that as all African, the victory of a family father is to have many daughters. Their customs consisted on giving them to the marriage in exchange for cows.
In Shakaland is possible to return time back. The Zulu people live like in XV century and they keep intact their costumes. They even continue grasped to the glorious past of the empire that formed Shaka Zulu. There I was to know them.