The first thing you notice as the plane prepares to land in Inhambane are the coconut palms. Hundreds of them dominate the landscape in a haphazard fashion. And then there are the tranquil blue waters in every possible shade of turquoise on the way to Inhambane from Vilanculos. The moment I saw that, I had visions of capturing the Travel Photo of the Year from Seat 8a, but the flight attendant wasn’t having any of it and asked me to stop taking photos. After my narrow brush with the law in Salamanga (in case you missed that little bit of excitement see “The Road to Ponta”), I wasn’t going to argue. But I did get one shot before he spoiled my fun 🙂 Outside the window it’s just tawny sandbanks and piercing blue lagoons.
Inhambane Airport is tiny. An airstrip and modest building surrounded by coconut palms. I loved the fact that you could hop off the plane, walk a few metres to the terminal building and literally grab your bag off a trolley and go. Twenty two kilometres later we were in Tofo, a colourful piece of paradise only two hours north of the Mozambican capital. It was our home away from home for five sticky but blissful days.