Nametil was our base camp while we went out to the farms to harvest - it is, like most of the towns in this province, obviously still haunted by its history of portuguese enslavement. this town was a vacation destination before mozambique's independence in the seventies, and the graceful architecture looks very misplaced. this is the main (only) road through nametil - there is a mosque just off the edge of the right side of the picture with periodic singing that seems to test the lung capacity of the singer. this photograph is from the steps of the cafe tropical, where right now they are playing tracy chapman. a second ago they were playing diddy. all their music is played at the highest volume, which is pretty loud because they have three amps. it complements my beer and egg sandwich perfectly.

the road is always busy, mostly with bicycles and goats and people walking, but occasionally with pickups barrelling down this street at 80 miles an hour with someone yelling from the driver's seat advertising for trips to nampula. once they fill up the truck bed, usually about 20 people and some children and some bicycles, they'll be on their way.