Roaming Newton Chapter One: 

MOZAMBIQUE Part 1: MAPUTO      
Getting to Maputo

“An adventure around every corner” is the only way one can describe Mozambique. With extremely friendly people, awesome beaches, pothole infested roads and giant mosquitoes, what more can one ask for in a ten-day holiday?The trip from Durban was quite pleasant, driving through Swaziland to get to Mozambique turned out to be the quickest route. The boarder posts for all three countries were also surprisingly efficient. Once in Mozambique the ideology of a true Third World country hits you like a ton of bricks. Development is scarce and buildings stand incomplete or uninhabited. Abandoned cars on the side of the road rusted with time give you a scary first impression. However, that all changed once in Maputo.

 Roaming Newton Chapter Two: 

It gets you like a slap in the face. The bracing cold seems to cut through even the sturdiest of runway corridors. Most of the passengers on my particular flight seemed prepared for the change in weather. Jackets were taken out of bags, gloves come magically out of the jacket pockets and everyone assumed the all-too traditional stance – hunched over, hands in their pocket and ready for the chilling wind. A little voice in the back of my head began to laugh. Something told me the jeans and shirt were just not going to cut it, one day earlier and I was chilling on the beach having my last surf before a year of adventure and cold began.

Roaming Newton Chapter Three: 

I had now arrived in London and caught up on some much needed sleep. Waking up early on the second day of my stay I decided to go in search of work – the pubs are the most obvious place to search but they only open at around twelve so I thought it best to go and hunt for breakfast. After spending the average annual income of central Africa on a coffee and sandwich combo I really started to feel panicked about finding money.

Eventually the pubs opened their doors and the market was open. The first pub I went to was looking for a kitchen porter – no thanks. I did enough washing at my parents house thank you very much. After the third attempt I eventually landed a job as a barman and cook at the Wheatsheaf pub in central London. At last, income guaranteed. As I only started the next day I decided to go on a tour of the city – who knows, I might be working 24/7 for the rest of the year.