Rise of the baby crabs

Fishermens boats by the  Maputo beach.

fishermen boats by the Maputo beach.

When the tide is out on the Maputo beach, hundreds of thousands of tiny crabs come out to play.

Coming out

Coming out

When I take friends to the beach for the first time they fear walking on the beach for fear of either getting pinched by the crabs or crushing them. None of this happens, in fact when you walk it doesn’t feel strange at all, you would have to be looking down to see that there is a carpet of crabs below your feet.

I know nothing about crabs minds šŸ˜€Ā but just before you take a step they quickly crawl into their little underground holes. It’s as if they can sense peoples foot step before they happen. I must have looked crazy lying on the ground for the longest time taking pictures but these little crabs fascinate me. You have to be still for a couple of minutes for them to come out. If they are not fighting with one another each one is continuously making little balls of sand that it rolls out from its barrow till the tide comes in again.




Mentoring 101

I dare you! So Celso showed the others that he could get very close to a live crab.

I dare you! So Celso showed the others that he could get very close to a live crab.

I enjoying mentoring, usually I stick to a group of 4-8 girls or teen girls but in November I decided to try something different, mentor 25 youth for 3 months. My plan is meeting them once a week to do different educational fun activities and invite some of my friends to come share with the group. The reason why I am doing this is because I thought it would be a great idea to give these young adults (aged 15-22) a set time for them to think over their year and to make plans for the following year. I like to tell them, “if you don’t make plans for your future, someone else will make plans for you.” All the youth come from very discouraging back grounds all the more reason to have these 3 months with them. Last week I took them to the beach.

As soon as we got to the beach, the boys went straight to playing football whilst the girls...

As soon as we got to the beach, the boys went straight to playing football whilst the girls…

... decided to tap into their diva side and pose ... You gotta love girls

… decided to tap into their inner diva side and pose … You gotta love girls

Eventually the girls got their act together and went,

Eventually the girls got their act together and joined…

the boys to play ball.



I have no formal training in mentoring young people, if there is any advise I would give anyone it would be, don’t expect over night change, it takes years to see change in the people you are helping and most importantly be prepared to get your heart broken once in a while as your “mentees,” make stupid decisions even after you have given them sound advise. At the end of the day, everyone has free will. Mentoring sure tests: “un conditional love.”

Merry Christmas!

relax, take it easy.

I have spent 12 years of my life with a beach always 30 mins drive away from home. Its been an extra bonus having one an hour away whilst in Peru.

My work has always been the emotionally draining type thats why I enjoy sleeping and taking unhurried walks on the beachĀ  (now I am sounding like a profile on singles.com LOL)I dont care much for bikinis, utterly despise swimming and dont take the slightest pleasure in sun tanning (I love this dark chocolate coloured skin thank you very much!)

I prefer finding a quiet shady spot and peacefully passing out, occasionally waking up to eat or drink.

The sound of the waves rushing to meet the shore then quickly changing their minds and running back is very soothing… at least for me it is. I am glad that I also have friends who think just like me…except for the tanning part of course šŸ˜€

Labour Day with Sandra Dee.

My friend/sister, Sandra has come to visit me for 3 weeks. She is an American girl who lives and works in Uganda. We met at a Bible School in Montana USA in 2010 and the rest is as they call it, is history. I love having her around šŸ™‚

I live 30 minutes away from the beach and that’s where we spent our Labour Day. Maputo beach is NOT known for its beauty, most of Mozambique’s pristine beaches are found further north of Maputo City or on its islands.

What Maputo beach lacks in beauty it makes up with great vibe, very friendly locals and absolutely delicious street food.

You can order a full chicken(marinated Portuguese style) roasted on a brazier with fresh potato chips, a cabbage salad plus a drink for less that US$15. The meal is enough to feed two people. If you are more the seafood person there is a local fish market where you can take your pick at whatever the fishermen brought in that day and have it cooked by the local women. Of course western styleĀ restaurantsĀ are available along the beach BUT if you want to have a feel on where an averageĀ MozambicanĀ eats and hangs out these are the people I would go to.

The highlight of my day was having a mini-pedicure. Boys and young men can be found walking all around Maputo city looking for customers. You choose the nail polish you want and they do their business of making your toes look pretty šŸ™‚ It cost just under US$ 1 for their services. I loved every moment of theĀ experience, the boys where polite, funny and were fascinated by the digital camera and by my white sister, constantly telling me how beautiful she was! šŸ˜€

I don’t know if it’s an African thing only but men here have no problem walking up to you and telling you that you are beautiful andĀ continuing with whatever it is they where doing. It really does not matter what colour, shape or size you are, chances are, on any given day someone will find you attractive and will tell you so. If they think they have a chanceĀ they can become very persistent in wanting to know you more. Depending on the guy it can get rather annoying at times. In Mozambique, I have never felt threatened when a guy does this to me, most of the time they just want to see a girl smile or hope they can get lucky and she will instantly fall for their “charms”.lol.

I cannot say it enough, I love my Africa!