It's that time of year when many of our comrades are packing up and heading into the dusty abyss that is Burning Man. We're not going this year (see below for links to our past adventures) but this is a good reminder to finally post the last bit of content from our 2012 trip to Africa.
After a rainy safari in South Africa and a strenous week building houses in Xai-Xai, Mark and I took some time to relax. We'd heard the diving was amazing in Mozambique, so we headed north to Tofo to hang out with the whale sharks.
Relaxing, not-so-much. The conditions were incredibly stressful, with vomit-inducing waves and strong frigid currents. But we did see some amazing stuff, including giant manta rays and a hammerhead shark. It was one of those "makes you wish you were dead/makes you glad to be alive" kinda things. 'Twas a bit early in the season for whale sharks, as it happened. I'm still glad we did it.
OK, so what does this have to do with The Burn? Oddly enough, the place we stayed reminded me a lot of Burning Man. Mozambeat Motel had just opened a few months before and was still working out the kinks. But it was the perfect funky home-away-from-home to allow us to chillax and unwind from our Habitat work. Before we even got there, the person from the diveshop who gave us a ride up to Mozambeat warned us that we were heading into a huge party. Perfect! As we rolled up, colored lights flashed and the familiar loungey refrains of Thievery Corporation, our favorite DC band, wafted out from within.
As they say on the Playa, Welcome Home!
That particular night was atypical for Mozambeat, as they'd planned a huge celebration for guests, staff, and the neighborhood. Brazilian acrobats performed, there was an open mic jam, and the normally chill vibe was kicked up several notches. We loved it.
The rest of our time at Mozambeat was a lot more mellow.
We lounged by the pool, taking in the gorgeous landscaping and enjoying the funktastic decor. In between our harrowing dive adventures, we chatted with the friendly staff and guests from all over the world. It was delicious.
To cap off the experience, on our last day we encountered a random stranger on a fairly deserted road into town. He was carrying a guitar and sporting a huge grin. In true "This One Time at Burning Man" fashion, he proceeded to play us a song, Mark tuned his guitar for him, and we conversed for a while. He wasn't trying to sell us anything, other than maybe coming back to his country sometime for another visit. We left our new 15-minute friend with our own huge smiles.
The Man Burns in 4 days! Wishing dusty bliss to all those at this year's burn. We look forward to hearing your stories when you return to the Default World.