In three days, I will celebrate my fourth months in Beira. Two months ago I posed this post in which simply stated that my time in Mozambique has not been as enjoyable as it should have been. Two months ago, I was seriously considering looking at other prospects away from Beira and even Mozambique… Fortunately two months later that has changed.
The good thing is that all my ill feelings towards Beira were simply work related and fortunately those work issues have now been resolved. With the change in work vis a vis Tonito relations, things in Beira have returned to some sort of expat normality: Home-Work-Home, interupted with the odd meal at restaurants and the occasional (very occassional) work do, where I have a free meal and some brief chit chat with colleagues .
With the exception of the my trips to Gorongosa and Zimbabwe, I have been become an anti-social pilar (a rather large one at that) between my rather more gregarious colleagues who spend their weekends on a nearby beach recovering from hangovers induced by parties and nights out. I on the other hand seek refuge in books, my eclectic iPod and a lone seat at a table at restaurants…
To be fair to myself, I’m not mister-party-animal-who-drinks-until-all-memory-of what-happened-is-expunged-by-recurgitation, however I’m slightly more social than this. However I realised something: I miss normal conversations which are not about how great things are in (insert country of origin) and how horrible things are here. I miss normal conversations which don’t revolve around work and office gossip.
Oh well, I have fallen into the expat trap of only cohabiting with colleagues. That is entirely my fault. Don’t complain, do something about it. For now Mr. Jubberand his adventures in search of Prester John keep me company (Good read by the way!).
* Beira means Edge in Portuguese, which means the title translates to On the Edge of Normality