29 October 2017
A treacherous journey
The dirt road towards the first conference in Mozambique is best attempted out of the rainy season. In the drizzling rain we reached a steep mountainside . On both sides of the built up road sheer drops reached down to a ravine.
Martin drove slowly but the cruiser slipped sideways like a crab. Willem managed better with his vehicle’s wider wheels . While the men deflated my cruiser’s tyres I slipped and slided ahead on foot to check the road and calm my nerves.
Darkness over fell us as we continued our journey on the muddy road and through water pools . The road seemed endless especially with the fuel gage dipping towards empty I wished that I had not left the jerry cans with diesel behind to make space for more passengers. The four-wheel drive gear got stuck, so we stopped and reversed a bit and tried to get it out. Suddenly pastor Mark stated that we needed to move on as it was not safe anymore . Small groups of people had gathered . He said that people had been warned over the internet that there were foreigners who were vampires and this had led to attacks on vehicles.
Finally we reached our destination and in the darkness among the casava fields we looked for a level area where we could pitch our tents