Maputo (Photo Diary)
Maputo is a patchwork city crumbling beautifully beyond repair. The botanic gardens are now a lawless jungle few dare to enter. 4×4 walking skills are required for navigating the potholed pavements of its hustling streets. Nothing is thrown away; everything is inventively mended and re-used. It’s colourful, filthy and inspiring with the best seafood we have ever tasted.
Nobody told this poor guy that someone already found Willy Wonka’s Golden Ticket.
Lula looked like a tree house between Portuguese buildings in Maputo.
A crumbling patchwork.
A European transplant.
More stylish today.
"Dear Santa, Please can I also have..."
Little helper selling fruit by colonial gates.
The cathedral is beautifully plain, in stark contrast to the chaos of the streets outside.
The increase in street lighting is directly proportional to the decrease in religion.
Three broken stools, make one functioning.
Where Batman eats?
When Mozambique gained independence, rural people moved in to the city but did not know how to maintain it. They used loos as wells and tried to grow crops in bath tubs filled with soil.
Down town market.
The Maputo Railway Station.
Square bubble balcony.
No frills fruit and veg section in Maputo.
Sleeping on the job.
5th floor camp site.
Second hand books for sale or street art?
Designed by Alexandre Gustave Eiffel, this iron house is too hot to inhabit.
The pungent night fish market.
Lachlan ate one of these.
After the fish sellers have gone home, the rats arrive and feast on left overs.
Everyone smiles in the same language.
The goddess of wisdom.
Piri piri chicken to your door.
CBD World Cup. Goals improvised from the cathedral steps.
Snoozing against her mother's heartbeat.