I've always wanted to visit Maputo and in December I got a small window, just two afternoons on the way to and back from Tofo near Inhamabane. We spent it exploring some of the beach and the brand-spanking new fish market.
The building had just been opened and stands were spread out with plenty of space to admire all the wares on offer. Stall-holders held fly swatters and smiles as they bargained with buyers in the rows. Outside, you can see the ocean and dhows lay in the sand as fisherman came in for the evening. The boardwalk was populated with lovers, children, beggars and people in plastic bibs selling airtime. Traffic down the promenade was backed up and slums stood side-by-side with big expat houses, which looked out of place on the dusty sand roads.
These guys were my favourite and I sat with my camera overlooking the bowl for some time to get this shot of the mollusc spraying water.
Contrary to what I've heard about this market, it was spick and span and in tip-top shape. Outside there was a line of restaurants with red plastic chairs spread out underneath umbrellas. Beers were pricier than we expected (but we stuck out like sore tourists) and when I asked for the menu I waited a long time. After about 15 minutes the waitress came back with a plate of fresh, raw prawns, calamari and fish. It was one of my favourite moments of the entire trip.
She had simply gone into the market with the plate and collected some fresh produce. I didn't realise that's how the restaurants worked - you select your goods and they'll cook it up for you.
Maputo, I've had a taste and I like it. I'm coming back for lots more.