First Time Solo Traveler_ Part 2

It’s 05h00 and I’m ready to take my adventure to the next level.

Board the bus to Tofo (Inhambane) from Fatima’s backpacker’s hostel. There was approximately 9 of us on the bus from the hostel so I assumed I would sit alone, stretch my legs all the to Praia do Tofo but that wasn’t the case. We drove all the way to the main bus depot. At that time I had figured that it was not a special bus. The bus doesn’t leave until the seats are full. I live in Johannesburg, South Africa, and the mini bus system is awful but I have never seen more than 20 people and livestock in a 26 seater bus.

I sat next to a beautiful Swedish lady who was meeting her friends who were already in Inhambane. I was hoping she was a solo traveler. We arrived after 11 hours, the journey is very long but it was worth it. Arrived at Fatima’s Nest in Tofo. Legs are swollen, I need to shower and maybe go to the beach. I met a lovely American girl who happens to be sharing the same dorm. Yay! We freshen up then went straight to the beach. Moments later the lovely Swedish lady introduces me to her friends. We get along as if we knew each other, they are beautiful people.

Day 1 in Praia do Tofo, I needed to explore the coastline alone, so I took an afternoon stroll all the way to the Monument of Fallen Heroes and went back to rest. To be continued… -Nomadic Nomzeth

First Pit stop In Mozambique
View of the ocean from Fatima’s



First Time Solo Traveler_ Part 1

Everything happens for a reason. This all started in August, no itinerary just a trip to Mozambique.  It was time for our vacation but my friends decided not to go anymore. Boy did I feel like crying, but I said I’m going, even if it means going alone.

So I booked a Intercape bus ticket from Johannesburg to Maputo where I would sleep at Fatima’s Backpackers for the night and leave the following morning. Arrived at Maputo at 17h45 with the hopes that my pick up shuttle will be waiting for me but I was fooled by an old man who said he was going to Fatima’s only to find he was taking chances and I had to pay him 500mt. He dropped me off safely at the backpacker hostel where I met several beautiful solo travelers. Two Brazilian guys and a beautiful American lady.

I had to sort out my internet so I could either SKYPE or Whatsapp my mother in South African. I decided to use Mobicel as I assumed it would be better than Vodacom. But assumptions are never good but it wasn’t that bad for. We shared stories and eventually decided on going out to a chilled bar in Maputo. I decided to take a nap so I can feel fresh for the night out but I didn’t wake up until 03h00 the following morning when I had to catch a 05h00 bus to Tofo in Inhambane. – Nomadic Nomzeth