A few sights along the road to Maputo

I took some photos of things we don't see everyday up in Quelimane.  We drove over 1700 kilometers to Maputo each way and then into South Africa.  But for now, share in our Mozambican road trip.


Liz gets car sick, so she often closed her eyes during the pot hole sections.
I thought the double decker pillow treatment and her laundry drying on the
back of the front seat was amusing!



Piri Piri is the famous sauce in this neck of the woods.  It is made from tiny chili peppers.  This area
in the south had stand after stand of homemade bottled stuff, so we bought a bottle for
Liz's husband Caleb, who loves his sauces.  It is really hot!!!



These odd looking fruits were for sale along a section of the road.  They are from the
baobab tree.  In Tanzania we saw them sweetened and colored and chopped and
made into bags of candy. 



Let's just say that the art market in Maputo is so much fun.  It
was a little bit of heaven on earth for a grandma like me and the
other couple missionary sisters.



The beaches in Maxixie Vilanculous, Inhassoro and others are very
beautiful and attract a lot of tourists.  We could only take a
brief walk and want to to come back for more.



Yep, we passed over this famous landmark going both ways.  We were trying to
remember our elementary  school geography for the specifics.  (The tropic of Capricorn is the last spot at which the sun can be directly overhead--which occurs on our summer solstice of December 21.  It is also the southern boundry of what we refer to as the "tropics", matched in the northern hemisphere by the tropic of cancer.  It lies at a latitude of about 23 degrees 26 minutes and strangely enough, is not fixed in its position, but moves around a bit).  Toby, who is wearing a very tropical tie in this picture, added this little parenthetical comment in the interest of general gographical enlightenment.



We have seen this animal skinned and cut up for sale, but never whole
like this one.  It is a dik dik, the smallest of the deer family.  His tongue is
sticking out, but he is very dead.  We passed on dinner, but had to
pay for the picture.



The ox carts we saw all through the south are not common in Quelimane.
We see these carts being pushed and pulled by humans, but
not by oxen, cows and donkeys.



Tangerine season is in full swing throughout the country.  However,
down south they are 1 or 2 meticail a piece.  We pay 50 metacais
for 6.   So we loaded up from road side vendors each way.