História

I’m carting around this textbook about the history of Portugal, designed for high school students, which I randomly bought at Maputo airport last year. It’s dense but must be doing something to aid my Portuguese vocabulary.

It was a quiet day until I met a visiting friend I made when I first lived here but who has since moved to Johannesburg and then Amsterdam. He gathered some other friends and we had a buoyant evening. I walked back very late to my hotel through deserted streets with the only sound audible the crackling of electric fences as trees rubbed into them in the gentle breeze.