Praia do Tofo (Photo Diary)
All flippers and limbs, we gracelessly fell backwards from the boat and in to the sub tropical Indian Ocean. Before I had a chance to adjust my eyes, I felt a bump and turned to face every plankton’s worst fear; the gummy cavernous mouth of the world’s biggest fish. Unperturbed by my slack jawed mimicry, the whale shark casually propelled itself past with a few languid flicks of its powerful tail. It appeared to be moving in slow motion and yet we could barely keep up. More whale sharks appeared and we followed them until they dived too deep. We could hear humpback whales singing to one another in the distance.
Much like the whale sharks, Tofo’s locals have an unhurried, laid back approach to life. Fisher folk still sail in and out of the bay in dhows and time is measured not by ticking clocks but by the ebb and flow of the tide. We learnt how to play an ancient game called Bao as we waited (an African length of time) for our tasty prawns and calamari to be cooked up in a shack by the sea.
With so many travellers washing in on its white shore, we felt blessed to witness Tofo’s culture, pristine dunes and abundant marine life before they are inevitably spoilt by its popularity.
Truck roof travel. If a seatbelt law is ever enforced, Africa will grind to a halt.
God is my Judge corner shop.
Axe ready for the coconuts.
"We keep you alive to serve this ship. Row well, and live." (Ben Hur)
"Why did I open my big mouth?"
Good things come to those who bait. All we need now is seven loaves.
Laid back Tofo life.
Every hour is happy hour in Tofo.
Who's got the biggest melons?
Our comfortable camp at Fatima's Nest.
How to slow cook a tourist.
Web surfer turned soul surfer.
As Gordon Ramsay says "Keep it simple."
View from the chef's table.
The one that got away?
None for the pot.
Black & White is an African beats filled shack by the sea which serves cheap, authentic grub and is hard to leave.
Entrepreneurial young boys make trinkets for tourists with shells that they collect along the shore. Impressed with their skill and ingenuity, we commissioned some lovely headbands for Vagabond Van.
Where time is still measured by the tides.
Lachlan got a lift with a German couple in their 1965 Unimog. A makeshift syringe is required to stop the engine.
Vorsprung Durch Technik.
Worshipping at Whale Shark Mecca.
Gulp! (Photo by fellow snorkeler, Tristan Guttridge of www.silentwildlife.com.)
Being a whale shark in Tofo certainly has its perks. (Photo by fellow snorkeler, Tristan Guttridge of www.silentwildlife.com.)
“We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop.” (Mother Teresa) (Photo by fellow snorkeler, Tristan Guttridge of www.silentwildlife.com.)
Exquisite design man can only dream of imitating. (Photo by fellow snorkeler, Tristan Guttridge of www.silentwildlife.com.)
You promise there aren't any more landmines about?
Please check out Tristan Guttridge’s site, Silent Wildlife.