Archive for November, 2008

detail #007

breakfast at the beach, a bowl of ice cream for lunch… no tea and hopefully another bowl of ice cream for dinner… with this much sweat i’m bound to lose weight!


ponta do ouro #001

another weekend with friends, this time in Ponta do Ouro, in the south point of Mozambique. it is amazing, closer to the kind of beaches i was used to in the sense that it wasn’t as paradisiac as we had seen before but hot as hell (literally… i think). it reminded me of Algarve, with just slightly lighter sand, more trasnparent water… and much bigger… maybe i should rethink my image of the Algarve.

aldo and i enjoyed ourselves very much, we even got to see South Africa… from a distance. from the top of the hill where the old light house is still standing we could see the very defined line of the border… we’re getting closer to that country, still a few weeks to go and we’ll visit it.

swiming, sunbathing, toasting, great conversations and amazing food were all part of these fantastic 2 days… nothing like leaving work on a friday at 5pm and heading to Ponta do Ouro… maybe one day i’ll show you pictures of the boat that crosses the river in Maputo to go to Ponta… i actually thought my days were over!









did i say we had great food? oh… just checking… 




of course the problem when you travel with nature people is that they feel they should include nature in their “relaxing” plans… so up the hill we went and voilá, this is what we were greeted by




do i look completely dead to you? i’ll tell you a secret… I WAS!!!







me trying to climb a coconut tree…






it’s always nice to know someone always notices when you have the sun in you eyes…


there it is… South Africa… the grey part!



i asked to be surprised at dinner… Marta made a spectacular Arroz Doce just for my portuguese taste buds… and i thanked her by writing something very true


the desert was MANINGUE NICE (here in mozambique when they want to say VERY NICE they mix the southern dialect MANINGUE which means VER and the word NICE that they picked up from it’s neighbor South Africa) 


i also will show you one of the most wierd things i have ever in my life learner and wish i hadn’t. i always hated cockroaches and now i hate them so much more… apparently there is this type of cockroaches that pick up cow poo (shit, literally!) and roll it into a ball… roll it through the sand until they get “home”… Sérgio and Hellen told us that they can be found on the “road home” all they day… and here is one… and we saw more… now please try to ignore this information as soon as you can because i know i will…


sorry, but just one more detail… they push it backwards… the head in on the ground and they push with their back feet… ok… now i’m done and really disgusted…

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i am seriously getting upset when i hear someone say “HEI-DÉ FÁZÊ” (i’ll do it) because apparently everything cannot be done on time it takes it’s own pace…


one year old and you look so cute! madalena!!!

the little girl who never misses a reunion of my “lisbon group”. she smells like baby CHICCO cream, she loves being passed on from tia (aunt) to tia and she says “ta?” when she hears someone pick up the phone and she says my name!… she loves going out to breakfast with us and she’s always dressed perfectly for the occasion!

she’s one! and she’s definitely one of the people i miss the most… “parabéns madalena”, i’m sending a big kiss on those adorable cheeks and hoping i will never miss your birthday party again. just this year sweety.

gosto muito de ti princesa linda. um beijinho da tia andrea cheia de quentinho de áfrica. ta-ta!


the saddest day

leandra died.

leandra died before she became 9 months old… she let go of the hands that held her.

i met her one sunday and just couldn’t believe that someone would give up two babies like that, she is a twin, she left behind a sister, luana, stronger, but now alone. i met her and straight away sat next to her, and held her hand… by the end of that visit she was holding my finger so strongly as if not wanting to let me go… i guess she looked weaker than she really was. her eyes had no expression, still as warm weather, but to me they had hope. i looked around us and felt that she had found a home for now, she was within a comunity, with children who sang all day round, and nuns who protected her…

but there is so much they could do. and yes now i blame myself for things i thought i could do, and didn’t, for things i dreamt for her and she won’t live to see them… i had hope for her, i had hope that one day she’d be mine… and still i left her there. and there is so much they could do…

she’s gone. she was tiny and weak but so missed.


30 days of africa

here we are, a month later, with a job, house, friends and a great tan!

nothing like coming to africa to understand how a body should look like. after three years in the dark, it’s so nice to feel the warm sun on your back, face, legs and… wherever really! the days aren’t long, they start early but summer here means that the sun goes to bed at around 7:30 pm… it isn’t much but after such a hot day you really start looking forward to it. to the light night air, to the intensive rain, and the lightning opening up the night making it look daytime again. there are so many contradictions in this city, country and this one is probably the funniest. 

how did i ever end up in a place with as much rain as belgium in the night, but with enough sun to shine in belgium for the next 30years in the day? i don’t know, but i’m happy here. one month of hapiness!

…i do miss one thing… i miss the warm teas, the warm nights in, those where you’d go over to a friends place at 6pm and only leave at 12pm hoping that the rain had stopped, hoping that soon again you’ll be back there enjoying the great gossip, or just a serious conversation, a cigaret by the kitchen window and washing dishes while i talked. i miss the warmth of a heating system, the feeling of undressing 3 scarves and saying “i’m cold”. don’t get me wrong, i hate being cold, i just like all the rituals of a cold day… or a cold night with friends. 

that is why now while i curl up in my couch in my shorts and top and look around and see noone, i remember those nights and i smile, because there is always skype to get me close to someone who can tell me how cold it is.


anyway… just to say that it’s been 30 days, 30 days in the sun… days that i wouldn’t give up… unless it was for a few hours in antwerp’s cold nights

zongoene #001