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And just as infallibly as always, it cured everything. The sad face, the sore throat, the melancholy, the boredom and the uncertainty. There is nothing in the world that can compare to the wonders that dancing does to me, my body and my mood. I’m back on track again.

The painting above is from Núcleo de Arte here in Maputo, the Sunday hangout venue where art meets live music, grilled food, expats, rastas, dancers, painters and – unfortunately I don’t know the name of the artist.

(The sore throat might also have been cured by a wonder-spray that I got from a friend and sprayed onto my non-existent tonsils a couple of times. And the bottle of wine we shared the same day while painting our nails and talking about girly stuff.)

Ponta do Ouro

We listened to tukstuks music, we laughed, we played Ha-Ko-So. We did a little bit of beach hanging, a lot of eating and some dancing. A group of friends in a rented house on the golden point of Mozambique. There was a broken exhaust pipe, some blood, a bucket of caipirinha, a captain, and a big sensation.

Sunscreen and happy people

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Guess who forgot her sunscreen when sitting in the sun all Sunday. I’m all pink today.

My favourite moment of that 34 hour birthday celebration? Back in Maputo, after returning from those sand dunes I showed you before, a perfect song comes on. It’s 8am, Sunday morning, and the streets are almost empty. Etevaldo suddenly stops the car, jumps out, drags the rest of us out as well, and we all dance kizomba in the middle of the street.

This group is just great, so much energy, love and happiness.

Hey!

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Good morning and happy birthday!

Another great night out in Maputo. It’s Etevaldo’s birthday and we have danced until there was almost no people left, so we took the party to the car and found ourselves on this huge sand dune somewhere on the outskirts of the city where it now continues. Next stop is dropping by to pick up swimsuits at home and going to spend the day by a pool.

We will sleep when we get old, life is just too awesome right now.

Filming the sunrise

Wonderful, wonderful sunrise drive with friends.

That was Saturday morning, right after leaving the Maputo Fortress:

People don’t stop dancing here even after the sun has come up, I haven’t even managed to be the last person on the dancefloor yet – it’s so great.

The song in the video from the car is Angel Eyes by Submotion Orchestra and this is my opportunity to officially thank Rui for having the best car music in Maputo and for introducing me to this band. Obrigada, mister!

Close to.. who?

Today’s big question is why I sent an email to myself at 1am last night, saying nothing but “close to you”.

Actually, it’s far less mysterious than one might think. We were dancing at Núcleo De Arte and the DJ was playing oldschool funk and New Jack Swing. The reference is to a song that I was very happy to hear and wanted to look up once I got home, the problem was I couldn’t remember the title, and that I wanted to dance rather than write. So I sticked with these three words that I can’t even google nor use to spark my memory. Instead, I’ll use the email and this blogpost to reminisce about yesterday’s adventures, it was like being sixteen all over again. The music, the athmosphere, the giggles!

And to ease your dissapointment for this not being a juicy novel about some mysterious person that I suddenly was being oh-so-close with, I give you three girls in LBD’s and an intensely bouncing Bobby instead.

To the rescue

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Things that will save you if you are going to sleep after sunrise in a house where the family with two loud little children will be waking up in one hour.

What a great night, really. We visited three different clubs and only stopped dancing when the sun came up. The new girls were teaching me some steps and a Malawian dance that looks like: “ouch, I’ve hurt my back!” So much fun.

Boa noite.