At 2:30am our alarm rang… we dragged our sore butts out of bed trying not to
wonder, why are we doing this again? After all this was the vacation we chose
to have! But we both agreed that 12 hours on a train couldn’t be any worse than
4 hours in the back of a truck on a bumpy dusty road. So we walked to the train
station while it was still dark (we never actually saw Cuamba in the light!)
and saw that the line had already formed to buy tickets. We had no idea if there
was going to be 2nd class tickets left (you were supposed to buy
them a day in advance, but because we got so delayed we didn’t arrive in time
to do that) so we were just hoping. Apparently all the women got to form a
separate line and were given priority to buy tickets (probably to ensure that all
the women and children get tickets if it sells out…) so I was told to go in
that line leaving Josh far back in the men's line...and in my terrible Portuguese asked for two 2nd class
tickets. “No Second class” is what I was told, and my heart sank a little as I
wondered if 3rd class was going to be as bad as people had warned
us.. so I bought 2 of those and we then got in the lineup that was apparently
the line waiting to get on the train.
We had no idea what was awaiting us and we discussed that if the
conditions were really bad we would just stay here for a couple of nights and
wait for 2nd class to be available. As it turned out, it wasn’t as bad as we thought (while we
were waiting we saw the grain car that had one window and I thought if that was
3rd class then there was no way we were going!) and we ended up
getting a seat and were surrounded by a handful of other expats. I was so thankful that I had brought my yoga mat because the seats
were wooden, so I had a bit of a cushion!
The first four hours of the ride were really nice, no one sat beside us so we each had a bit
of space and landscape was really interesting. Mozambique is known for its inselbergs, which are large masses of smooth volcanic granite.
Inselbergs that dot the landscape |
It was really good to see the true Mozambique as the train would go by and sometimes stop in all these small villages.People (mostly women and children) would sell us everything from mangoes to bread, to fried chicken to onions, to goats.. all through the windows of the train. It was amazing to see all of this flurry of activity happening in such a short time span…people yelling, money exchanging hands, huge sacks of food coming in to the train, and sometimes as the train would start moving again goods would be quickly taken up through the window and money would just be thrown out the window on to the tracks. It never ceases to amaze me how strong people’s necks are here.. it’s amazing how much weight they can carry on their heads. Josh and I were also amazed at how it was always consistently the women and children doing the selling, while the men would usually be sitting under a shaded tree somewhere. The gender roles and expectations of children here are pretty intense and it just broke my heart to know that instead of going to school these kids were selling and making money for their family.. this train ride just brought all of these complicated issues to such light and it was hard to just sit there knowing that this was daily life for them..