It's been a while...
After saying goodbye to Ashlea and Riaz, April and May were a blur of annual reports, semi-annual reports, quarterly reports, strategic plans, strategic reviews, budget papers, and life in Pemba revolved more around Pemba than travelling outside of Pemba. Now that I'm back home in Canada (and preparing for my Masters of Global Public Health in Vancouver in a couple months), I can look back at the last few months.
Luckily, scattered within these busy months, there were still weekends, a trip to the big city, birthday parties, engagement parties, boat parties, and the inescapable farewell parties. My birthday turned into a weeklong extravaganza with a beautiful surprise dinner (thanks Sarah!) and mammoth princess cake (thanks Luis!), a weekend getaway to Bush Camp with an upgrade to the honeymoon chalet, and melted into Sarah's birthday where we celebrated her birth with a boat trip and classic Wimbe beach party. One of the best birthdays yet, all thanks to the lovely people around me...
|Surprise birthday dinner - tableclothes and fresh flowers in Pemba?!|
|The mastermind behind the birthday dinner (and fellow Taurus)|
|Part of the birthday crowd|
|Princess cake (obrigdada Luis)|
|Edna and I are the exact same age, |
born on the exact same day, only continents away
|The beginning of the Bush Camp birthday weekend|
|Beach bonfire under the moon and stars|
|The weekend's chef and his FIRE|
|Our professional volleyball game (that got crashed by a handful of random men)|
|Another big meal|
|Not a bad way to ring in 26|
Then we moved to another Taurus celebration with a boat trip to welcome Sarah to another year. What started as a calm and beautiful ride out to a beach across the bay to snorkel, swim, and picnic on a private cove ended with giant waves, gusting winds, soaking cold bodies, and me devising strategies about how the 9 of us (plus 2 dogs and 3 coolers) could swim to shore. Then we moved to a classic Wimbe beach party complete with tiki torches, matapa, DJ booth, and dancing in the sand.
|Lounging in the private lagoon|
|Our trusty ship and captain|
|The (seemingly calm) journey home begins|
|Winds picking up and the dogs begin to hide under the coolers|
|And finally home!|
|The gardens and courtyard in the Franco Mocambicano Cultural Centre|
|The garden was full of sculptures made from the |
recycled metal of weapons used during the wars
|Behind the white truck is a wheelbarrow OVERFLOWING with perfect tropical fruit|
|Luis's first tastes of sushi (and a chopstick natural)|
|Sushi moved into the famous Mundo's and Laurentina beer on tap|
|The swanky Polana Hotel (and the most expensive orange juice I've ever had)|
|We belong here|
|Entering the famous Mercado do Peixe (Fish Market)|
|You enter the busy market and order your fish and shellfish. |
From there, you give it one of the little stands where they prepare it how you want
and add sides like rice, xima (maize meal pap), and salad.
|The national football team of Mozambique and our jerseys from Maputo|