Mboyti village

We arrived to Mboyti after dusk and struggled to find somewhere to stay. Eventually a friendly young man in the village let us stay in his mud hut, and the next morning as we stepped out of the hut this was the view. We cycled through the small village and had some breakfast bread in one of the small Spaza-shops, then continued further north towards what probably was the steepest part of the whole coast. The mountains of Pondoland.