Chellie- come to Magude

i write this from a run down reverberated hotel (if you can call it that) in magude mozambique. ive never been here before, and don't feel like i ever want to be here again. all i hear is the sound o dripping water, this place feels like a prison. outside i hear music from a hand held radio set that is battery powered and blasts a mixture of static and arrebenta music. men drinking on the road, passing by yelling and acting like boys. i woke up several times last night to mosquitos buzzing around my face and strange sounds. a little card board/wood door is what protected me from the outside world.

this morning this prison turned into a paradise when i plugged in my internet "clique" usb modem. 3g technology is so prevalent in this world that anywhere there is one cell phone tower, there is internet! and better than 56k. it turned into a paradise because i called my dear chellie and heard her angelic soothing loving gentle voice that calmed my soul. 3 days and no shower because all the water here is either rusty or salty. my teeth feel like they're lined with a layer of enamel.

now i hear a choir passing by, singing chants in Machangana, it is so heavenly, the harmonys and melodies and happy people clapping and singing a song that has been passed down from generation to generation probably for centuries, never written. It is so beautiful , men, women singing in unity. this place begins to feel a bit more like home except im missing my other half.