Train from Nampula to Cuamba
Niassa Reserve extends further north: the tropical sea that shelters the turquoise jewel of the lake. Greasy caterpillar of the train merges with the red of terrain, framing with its slither that distant universe. Meanwhile cans of beer, countless train stops stuffed with mangos, comfort of the trip in absence of foul smokers. In spite of this comfort we arrived relieved to Cuamba. In a rush to continue the trip in more accustomed way for us. An unexpected return from halfway to resume it the following day. Learning more on cars and roads before plunging into dreams of the greenish freshness in the middle of a small suffocating room.
