the 2 bikers had just come from Mozambique side and the info that i got from them was reassuring. they did do another route than that of harolds' planned route but still was good to hear what was going on. it did not entirely prepare me for the coming afternoons' ride.
leaving malawi was prompt and eazy getting into mozambique was slow. you could see from the reception or lack thereof that not too many tourist follow this road. there were 3 guys in military uniform looking serious and i was taken from one shot up building to the next shot up building, was like stepping into a war torn country. well it is one, luckily that was long ago but it was very visible all over. i lived in spain for 7 years and my spanish came to good use here. i wonder how long those other bikers battled through here.folk were friendly but i could not take any photos here.i did not push my luck here so exchanged some dollars and cruised on...
the area was wild and you could see from the reaction of the people that they dont get too many passers by here. it made the experience more amazing. so i stopped at a village or shall i say a few mud huts and bought a few things. but here they spoke another language and not portuguese, very rural. there were signs of people and being new to this country i didn t look at bushcamping here so i cruised on towards the donna anna railroad bridge. the longest rail in africa. 3,7 kms long crossing the zambezi river.
i saw it on the map but could not really believe my eyes when i finely saw it. so after 2 hrs passing a few villages and exiting the really rural area you reach a place called mutarara. then suddenly after following the railway line you come to an amazing site. the donna anna bridge and the mighty zambezi river.to think that the last time i saw this river we were 2 friends enjoying one of our best experiences ever.
so i rode over stopping every now and again for pics. but as the walkway were you ride on is very narrow. every stop was not always enjoyed by the other bridge users

exiting the other side at vill de sena was chaos. it was getting dark so i started on and drove to a place called caia. there i stayed at a campsite that wasnt operational but had a 2 security guards and one of the guards' wife and child was also there. so my 1st nite in mozambique was spent chillen with da locals around a fire and drinkin the famous dous emme or 2M beer.
i had arrived savely into Mozambique and it was awesome.