Rusting hulk

I feel like most images I’ve ever taken at Macaneta have been of rusting hulks. As I traipsed about this I saw this one on the river/lagoon side of the Macaneta sandy spit.

A solitary couple of days have been useful for thinking time, getting various plans and priorities processed more clearly. The weather turned wet and chilly in the afternoon, which timed well with going back to Maputo. With a cooler wet Sunday ahead of a public holiday tomorrow, people aren’t out drinking heavily and having wild parties. The neighbourhood was quiet in the evening, which assisted sleep.