After the craziness that was Tofo over the Christmas season, things have finally begun to calm down to a nice peaceful pace.
Gone are the drumming and thronging of car engines and sound stereos. They have been replaced by the buzzing of the generators as power dips in and out and we settle into our little house in Tofo, Mozambique, waiting in limbo for the new boat, OA2, to arrive.
After having cleared all our gear off the last boat, the team split up – or more accurately – downscaled to just four of us, sending Caine back to the US and Justin to Cape Town to make the preparations for the new boat and come up along the coast to pick up the remaining members.
Finding our groove in Tofo has been surprisingly easy thanks to some of the new friends we have been making at Peri Peri Divers who have taken us under their wing. We have been given a really wonderful little house to live in and store our mountains of gear until January, allowing us to not have to break the bank and try to put a roof over our heads during peak season.
In an attempt to get the Tofo, Pandane and Barra areas covered as best we can without a boat to dive from, we are trying to put as many dives under our belts as we can. OA2 arrives in a few days and we can’t wait to get this show on the road!
Finally, after months of waiting in Tofo, we woke up around 5am with a cool breeze blowing. A few days before, we had gathered up our missing Australian who we found wondering up the beach, luggage in tow. Our team was slowly re-emerging from the fog that had been the turmoil and disruption we had been living through since November of last year.
Gathering up all our camera gear, the five of us ambled up the hill of Tofo and into Tofhino. Climbing up the side of the local town monument – an iron fist clenched in the air, paying tribute to the passed war and liberation of Mozambique – we were marking the moment of our own mental and physical emancipation. OA2 was about to cross the horizon and our expedition, previously sitting on a precipice, would be well on its way again.
All five of us sat on a rocky piece of land, glued to our phones and waiting for OA2 to come into signal. We also seemed to have developed a flair for the dramatic: Just as the boat began to crest the edge of Tofhino from the right, the sky began to turn a deep, blacked blue to our left.
We were stuck on a hill between a massive rainsquall and our new boat. Hanging on till literally the last minute, we managed to contact Justin with a frantic phone call welcoming them into Mozambique after a two-week sail up the coast to fetch us. The phone was still warm against Tan’s ear before the rain curtain engulfed us, but I don’t think anyone really cared. We bolted for cover up into the Tofhino trees and rental houses. The boat was here! And we were on our way forward!!