Tofo legendary Bambozi guesthouse- Picture by Gerti Brindlmayer
Backpackers in Tofo gather at Fatima’s Nest and also I could not escape its draw. In July it was pleasantly quiet, but during South African holidays it is buzzing, I was told. The location is unbeatable, with a terrace overlooking a long, curved beach. The ambience is extremely social, THE place to run into anybody who previously crossed your path, be it south or north. In my case it was Jason and the group of Americans / Brits / Aussies that he had joined in Chimoio, but it was also the time and place for making new acquaintances.
There was never a shortage of people ready to roll. In Tofo, there was always a place to party, whereas in Vilankulo, locals would pick you up and take you to a cool bar somewhere. As much as I wanted, I could not come up with the energy to join in. Sometimes I caught myself rolling my eyes at the preparations for those long nights out, the pre-drinking rituals and what must have been excessive amounts of alcohol downed till the early hours. Then I quickly had to remind myself that not too long ago I would refuse to call it quit without some serious dancing and partying…