Tofo

our shapa (Mozambican bus)

To make a long story short on our Tofo commute "9 hours" turned into 11 hot, crowded, aggravating, pee holding, stomach growling, thirsty, confusing hours on a local shuttle that we were told was a private shuttle for backpackers.  I won't go into details but this definitely rivals our "worst commute ever" in South America a few years ago.  You know the saying, "If it sounds too good to be true it probably is?"  Well with the price we paid for this shuttle to Tofo we should have known.  Lesson learned, we will be taking a different way back that's for sure.  As my best friend Bri says "TIA," when anything happened to her while in Africa, or a bus didn't show up... "This is Africa."











When we arrived in Tofo it made everything worth it.  We are staying at a beautiful place right on the beach.  We grabbed some food and beers and headed out for the night at the local bar.  Super cute, small beach town, just what we are looking for!
Last night we went to listen to some live African Jazz at a nearby hotel, then headed to the local club Dino's for happy hour.  $1.60USD for doubles of rum, vodka or tequila... I mean it's a no brainer.  While here in Tofo we ate fresh local fish with coconut rice, drank cheap beers and had their local rum tipo tinto.