Raf's Travel Diaries

Buenos Aires has this certain something that makes me claustrophobic. Maybe it’s the lack of real nature, all the cement, the smog or the grim-faced fast-paced people that come and go unceasingly. This particular story I’m about to tell you is set on a Friday afternoon, at about 6pm. My boyfriend and I where in need of breaking the routine and a bit of fresh air, but we where also on a tight budget and we had to be back for work early the following Monday. After looking at a few possible destinations, we chose Mar del Plata where, oddly enough for an Argentine, I had never been to. By then it was about 7pm, we rushed to the closest Camping gear shop and bought a decent tent for two. We searched online and the next train heading there left at 11pm. We headed to the train station at about 10 and got seats for Economy class at something like 35 pesos each (cheap, very cheap). --------- 11pm, the station is packed, people sitting on the dirty floor, kids running aroun

Traducción al Castellano abajo. Ishhhh! 7 days VERY out of the ordinary. For starters, the place is called Morrungulo. It's 7/8 hr drive from Maputo. And not a normal drive but a bumpy and muddy one, with suicide chapas (local public transport). The closer you get to Morrungulo, the worse the road gets. When you are about 14 km away you take a turn and have to try and find your way through the red mud and holes (not to say crates). But once you get to the camp site you realize it seems like it might have been worth it.  And once you get to the beach, you know so.  You are isolated from everything: cellphones don't work, let alone internet connexion (I didn't even bother taking my laptop), no newspaper, no direct roads or commercial ones, no stores except for 3 local bread shops (please do check the picture beneath) and a palhota (for those who don't know it's a shack made out of straw and cane, like the one in the bakery picture) with local wooden souvenirs. The loc