Due to our bags' extended holiday in Amsterdam we spent an extra day in Johannesburg. We went to the Apartheid museum. Your ticket to enter the museum classified you as white or non white and you had to go through a seperate entrance. The museum was quite sad.
Next we took a mini-bus taxi to Mandella square. Basically there are 14 people cramed in a minivan. We had to transfer at a huge transfer station where there were hundreds of these taxis. Luckily a very kind woman walked us to the right one or we would have been lost in down town J'burg. After 45min we started getting nervous as the ride was only supposed to take 15min. We started to think we had gotten on a mini-bus that was taking us to a completely different town. We were about to get off prematurely and go to a hotel to use a phone to catch an actual taxi when another passenger asked if we were going to Mandella Square. We felt relieved to know we were still on course and arrived two minutes later!
At 11:40 pm on Tuesday our bags had finally arrived, just two days after us. Greg felt like it was Christmas morning, rapidly going through his bag almost surprised to see the things he had packed. Hilary slept.
At last we were on our way to Mozambique! The bus was pretty comfortable which was good because the trip ended up being two hours longer than anticipated. This was due to the border being shutdown and our luggage trailer getting a flat. We waited in line at the border for at least an hour before our driver was able to get us through which angered others who had been waiting even longer. One guy even shouted at Greg, 'there is a queue here, we've been waiting for hours, don't make me get upset!' Greg continued into the station, got approved and we were on our way! When we arrived Hilary's host sister (Jany) and mother (Alda) were waiting for us. They took us to Lulu's-Hilary's other sister's house where we are staying.
The next morning we woke up to rapid portuguese, barking dogs, and roosters. Aaah, its good to be back.