Our train about to leave Nampula
My favorite means of transport is the train, both in Spain and in Europe or in any other continent. Without all the paraphernalia of airport security controls. Without the moment of tension - which I still feel despite having taken hundreds of planes - from landing and takeoff. More comfortable, normally, than the bus and the car.
But traveling by train in countries like in Mozambique -or India- is an experience.
In a second - or third, or fourth - flat is the issue of comfort, speed or even security.
During the month I spent in Mozambique I always moved by land. I usually did it using the vans called badges (another great experience in itself) but when we arrived in the city of Nampula They told us that the best option to travel to the mountainous area of Gurué It was taking the train.
The inside of our car
My great Israeli friend Ophir and I went the afternoon before the station's shady ticket office to buy our second class tickets for about 160 Meticais each (about 4 euros).
At 5 o'clock the next morning, even at night, we walked from our knife to the station, where a long line of people had already formed, waiting, under a fine rain, for their turn to board the train. An hour later we climbed into our car.
Benches made of wooden slats, enough dirt and less people than we expected is what we found. There are no proper numbered seats, so we sit on one of the benches at the astonished look of the majority of passengers in our car. We deduced that almost no white person used the train, but, afterwards, we realized that the reality was that almost no targets even traveled to the area that we were going.
The journey that awaited us between Nampula and Cuambá was no more than 300 kilometers and the expected arrival time was 4 in the afternoon. Ten hours to cover the distance. The average speed of the train was 30 km / h. It really does not go so slow but it makes many stops.
At every stop they sell you everything