AK47s and Topless Dancers

One of the best holidays in the world is said to be Mozambique. Not because of it's great hospitality or world class accomadations. But because of mere fact that it's simple pleasures. If the evolution of society was a circle, We'd end up at Mocambique. One of Africa's great hopes during the 70's and early 80's, the country was finally brought to it's knees as one of the stages of Cold War. Now you can eat the best seafood next to a bullet ridden buildings. You can pick up weapons of choice on the market with a few hundred dollars. Off course Tourist stories of hiring bodyguards just to go the beach may be exaggerated. And off course there was the story of an AK47 wielding body guard slamming a kid for trying to steal the belongings of a tourist. How unodd is that?

Mozambique is what the world will look like when we realise that we have been chasing our tails and tales. When that happens, Mozambique will be a developed nation having long gotten used to being the National Geographic picture of ass fucked but still soldiering on. Timeshares anyone?

So welcome to Africa, the best place on earth where you can party till your eyes bleed with topless dancers and get a face full of AK47 while going out for a gentle swim in the warm Indian Ocean.

So it's not the seafood, or the exotic women, or the cheap guns and gunmen. It's a real life where the next iPod or great CD dont really matter. It is the very marrow of life. In my opinion anyway. It's where your meticals are worth less than the black stuff under your toenails but you can still get crayfish for less than it cost you to fall off to sleep the night before.

Bliss is so rare.