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Saturday, January 20, 2007



When we got back from Zanzibar, we began preparation for the Investor enquiry we received out of the blue. They wanted our top 4 recommendations for unexplored beaches in our area. We researched the pretty village of Lunga, from which I saw a lovely looking beach across the bay. It turned out to be the home of our nightguard Antonio, from where he cycles for hours to reach us. He was delighted we were interested in coming. To get there, we took the 4x4 down a path for walkers only, clearly no cars had been there. Antonio told me last night, that when his son sees a car now he says, 'Is that Sr Rory's car?'.



Their fort is conspicuously not European like Ilha's fort. It seems to have more in common with Maputo's which is way past Ilha, 6 hours flying south.
Zanzibari style seems to ramble and go off on tangents like a walk through a very interesting attic. Years of trade and cultural exchange between Europe, Asia and Africa means Chinese, Indian and British influences combine.

This just about sums up the way Joana and I spent hours of time. Bouncing over potholes with Jaime at the wheel, braced in the back of a car with no air conditioning, peanut shells under the brake pedal, Brazilian rap on the stereo. A day at the office!



This is the old jetty on Ilha, which used to be the grandest entrance, welcoming all Ilha's produce and seafarers, leading them up to the Governor's palace and square. Now boys encourage you along the lace-thin, perilous metal joists to the storehouse at the very end, a vantage point for the view Ilha visitors saw upon arrival.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006

On the left is Bernardo Mualeite, an extremely enthusiastic functionary of the Nampula provincial government in tourism. He is still dying to take us around Mecuburi National Park.
And behind all three you can see Jaime, trying to get into the picture.





JOANA WROTE: I object to this picture Rory!! It's disgusting, and there's no need to gross out our friends and family. Apologies to all, I couldn't quite enforce censorship on this blog...

This is Muarapo (pink t shirt) and his family. They live beside the main square with bandstand, visible on Google Earth. Their house is very ruined and this room has no roof at all. Muarapo buys fish from the fishermen and sells in the market, thus earning the money for everyone you see, his dad lives and works 2 hours away in Nacala. I've been trying to get him to save money, open a bank account etc, but only really succeeded in lending him the equivalent of £4, with a fish every so often as interest.


There are a few Ilha residents whose features suggest non Bantu African ('black' African) genetics. They sometimes show Arabic or Portuguese/European genes. The man in charge of the barrier to the bridge, the lady who owns O Paladar restaurant, the tailor's chum from earlier in the blog, the lady running the tiny convenience store in the colonnade are examples, as well as this shopkeeper in the hardware shop in stone town south of the main mosque, where I bought a grill for our charcoal barbecue.

In this bar, you can ask the lady to feed you, and you'll get an excellent plate of whatever she's prepared for the evening. Often a fish stew with sundried mango and coconut sauce, always gorgeous.
Hafiz Jamu visited us. He is the chief of one of Ilha district's confrarias, or muslim brotherhoods and is extremely charismatic, young and dynamic, and keen to work with NGOs to improve the prosperity of Ilha. You can see him on our film (link on post of Dec 10th).
Antoine, on the right, is the linchpin of our project on Ilha. He befriended Jake, Luis Filipe, Luis Bernardo and Heinrich all separately, who are, head of TechnoServe, revered Mozambican historian, ex Minister of Culture and published author, and international investor and Ilha lover. They now all form our steering committee.
Here Hafiz discusses with Antoine the dispute over those behind the Ilha cultural festival, to hold it during Ramadan, thus giving Ilha islanders the choice of drinking alcohol at the festival and break Ramadan's rules of deprivation, or miss the festival.

