The last chapa
September 1st 2009 The chapa out of Vilankulos takes an age to fill up, during which a local guy latches onto me. Swigging from a small bottle of gin (which he assures me will soon be replaced by a larger one), he sprays me with spittle while describing why he is different to other Mozambicans, be it in his excellent English from working for a time in South Africa, or his ability to see only a person where others s
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