The purposely purposeless life

After my 9 days of exile in Johannesburg, I spent the month of November in Inhambane at Theresa's house. I was able to pay a small fee for food and water and eat with the family that Theresa lives with which means I got to eat lots of very typical, local food such as Xigenha, Colve, Matapa and Feijoada. After a week of doing nothing (well, writing a paper for the course I am in plus my usual homework), I started volunteering at Theresa's school. In the morning's we helped with Escolinha (kindergarten) so basically playing with the youngins, stopping fighting and stopping crying. On Wednesday and Monday we did English class with the Escolinha. So singing songs, teaching them My name is... What's your name... Colours and Articles of clothing. Then on Tuesday and Thursday I taught the 2nd and 3 classes English. This was a... challenging and slightly terrifying experience.  One, I am not educated as a teacher and two, the children here do not respect education. But, as always a good learning experience and it was fun to hang out with the kids and help at the school.

Some deep breathing exercises to help calm the kids...

Yamin! 

Otherwise, there was a lot of going to bed at 20h and waking up at 0600. A lot of movie watching. Some jumping off the harbour in our clothes. Some late nights or all nighters at Tofo beach. Some midnight swims. Some new expat friends in Tofo. A lot of chocolate. A lot. A lot of cookies. A lot of bread. And a lot of Suzanna's (local "barraca" owner-- i.e. where we ate a lot of peanut caril chicken that was so delicious).

All in all, this month without purpose was one of the best times in my life and made all the turmoil of my Visa situation worth it.

Life's funny like that.

Happy to arrive home. Our living room, bedroom and kitchen.

Sunrise in Tofo. Who needs to pay for a hostel? 

Theresa later in the morning... 

Tofo delights 

Post jumping fully clothed off of Ponte (the harbour) 

Walking in the bay at low tide

Catching "isca" or bait

Low tide

State of the art boat

Sunset on Ponte

Perfect Sunset, Inhambane 

Getting lost... but finding our way after we so rudely jumped a small stream into someone's private property and then ask if directions...

Theresa trying to decide how to jump across...

Me, Theresa and Hannah, celebrating Hannah's birthday!!