Inhassoro North of the sky is blue and the landscape is painted a thousand shades of green. The drought island the city gives way to more healthy and clear that return showers that smell of wet grass reminiscent of walking in the mountains of Sundays in July - my Sundays in July.
A day like any other, with a little initiative and courage, can be transformed into a splendid opportunity to explore your surroundings and enjoy a wild and uninhabited Mozambique, not too far away but infinitely. Far away are the sounds of baracas away is the smell of dried fish market Inhassoro away is the ringing of the church announcing the start of the mass. A trip
shake that stimulates thought, riding a mattress and armed only with machine Photo ... these are our Sundays ... .. cucumber, tuna and boiled egg on the banks of the river Save.
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