Thibaud is in his room, he comes out once in a while and talks to us for a bit then gets back to his work. Kajsa and Maud are out getting pizza. It is Tuesday so you can buy one, get one for free at the restaurant on the corner. Otherwise we take turns in cooking, most of the time some kind of mixture of potatoes, aubergine, onion, manioc, tomatoes and avocado with rice. The avocado is heavenly here. I have a feeling I have to write an avocado post in a near future.
As you understand we stayed in the apartment the rest of the week even though our French couple came back, so now we've been five people living here. It has worked brilliant. We feel like we are a big family now.
Or at least I feel like we are one. Not sure what the others think but they are so sweet so I guess everything is just fine. We never imagined that we would be here for so long when we came here more than four weeks ago but it has all worked out really well and to be honest I will miss our apartment. I've started to feel like home here in Maputo. We know the streets. We've been out dancing with Arsenio at a local bar, learning the pasada. We've looked at traditional African dance to which we got invited by a Swedish girl and her dancing teacher who we ran into when we were out. We've had three more interviews and now we casually say hi to people at FUNAE when we get there and the guards at the Norwegian Embassy wonders when we get back next time. We've found the best chicken piri piri and we've had a few 2M, the local beer.
One funny thing about Maputo is the names of the streets. The communist times have had a big influence on the choice. To start with we live on Avenida Vladimir Lenine. And we walk to Karl Marx whenever we want to catch a chapa. The most frequently visited street must be Avenida Mao Tse Tung, which of course has a crossing with Kim Il Sung. And it goes on like this. Everywhere we go we just run into the communist leaders of the world.
Me and Kajsa start to see the signs of us spending too much time together. Yesterday we realised we sat talking about the best way on how to do laundry. People might say it is a sign of lack of topics for conversation. I see it as a good time to share our experiences on the noble art of getting your clothes clean. I mean, everything has its time and you can't expect us to talk about hydro power 24/7. Another moment when our ingeniousness flashed before us was when we discussed how good it would be to get back to work with the project after our mini vacation on Inhaca and Kajsa says "It is time for the second act of this project and it will be great and we will rise like a ... a fairly satisfied bunny".
I suspect that people who know Kajsa from before understands this. I don't. And at the same time I am starting to understand the way her creativity leads her away on sidetracks where fairly satisfied rabbits are common, and are hopefully a symbol for something mighty and powerful. I like it. And I accept that from that day the rabbit became our totem.
Tomorrow we are getting up at 2 am to catch the bus to Chimoio. Finally! We have 15 h of bus ride to look forward to and hopefully we will be in the metropolitan junction of Inchope by 7 pm so we can chose to get off (preferably) and take some kind of transportation the last hour to Chimoio or we may have to (if it is too late at night) go to Beira, stay the night there, and then take a chapa back to Chimoio the next morning.
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