"The farther we went the fewer the Indians who spoke Spanish, and soon Arguto's linguistic capacities were as useless as our own. A cluster of huts lay here and there up in the mountains; fewer and fewer were built of clay, while more and more were made of twigs and and dry grass. Both huts and the sun-browned wrinkled-faced people seemed to have grown up out of the earth itself, from baking effect of the mountain sun of the Andes' rock walls."
Thor Heyerdahl -THE KON-TIKI EXPEDITION
Myself and my good friend Shaun Walton recently went for a meander up the sandy roads of Mozambique to where we climbed a 246-runged ladder up into some form of colossal tower. From this place I not only felt as though I lacked the correct volume of hemoglobin in my brain, but also felt full and overwhelmed. We could see for kilometers in all directions and the contrast of blue ocean and sky, green palm and coastal forests with dusty shuffling foot paths was, to say the very least, nice.
Everyone should go to Mozambique to swim, eat, buy weird local craft, get lots of sun then sip cold local beer to the magmatic sunset.
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