Almost 10 years ago, as a young man of 26 years old I arrived for the first time to Africa. I had been living in Asia at that time and had recently quit my job at Merrill’s in Hong Kong. I confess I harboured many fears about the Continent. I arrived first in Mauritius, then Madagascar, then South Africa, on and on until I arrived one day many many months later to Ilha de Mozambique, the old colonial capital of Portugal in Sub-Saharan Africa.
I was enamoured at first sight, the aesthetics, the decadence, the architecture. I remembered the first time I saw the hospital when I got dropped off in the “chapa” that brought me to the island. The amazement I felt at seeing a hospital that really looked like an opera house – head spun, and I began to dream.
So every year, almost, I try to come back. There are many reasons, the children’s programme, the house, etc, but more than anything tis the island and its people that have given me a second home in Africa. Or one of the “many homes” as Margarate Meade would say.
And so I wanted to share with you the landscapes and sites first, people will come in the next post. This is the infrastructure, the setting where an African home begins. In particular, this is a series of photos of the island in the evening, as fishermen (sorry, yes, they are only men) come into port behind the mosque during the call to prayer.
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