We head back as Maputo grows faint and then bright again - an inverted saucer pinpointed by lights. It was being built when the war began. Isn t that a shame. Terry can t quite believe the recent changes in Maputo. Coming around, we head for the small harbour.
Terry strains into the darkness.
You have to watch so carefully for fishing dhows. They have no lights. Terry comes for a couple of Dos M s before whisking us to the Feire Popular de Maputo, a fairground built by Samora Machel, now a cluster of open-fronted restaurants. On Av 10 de Novembro, we pass Maputo s Indian population. Parking under the palm trees, they are promenading, sharing food, catching up on gossip and admiring each other s babies.