Introducing Tofo: My African Beach Paradise
I buried my toes in the sand beneath me and blinked in confusion. In front of me stretched five miles of beach with nothing but the occasional jellyfish dotted along the shore. I had the entire beach to myself. Literally. I was the only person here. I laid down on my towel, pulled out a book from my bag, and set about spending another afternoon in my African beach paradise. Tofo, despite being the most popular hangout for backpackers in Mozambique, is still sleepy. From the descriptions I’d read online, I’d been expecting something like a Mozambican Boracay, but arrived to find somewhere more like a Koh Yao Noi. To call Tofo a town feels like a stretch. It’s small. It comprises of half a dozen sandy “roads”, and there’s a tiny market, a few restaurants and bars, four dive shops, and a handful of guesthouses. The nearest ATM is a 30-minute walk away and power cuts are frequent. And by the way, it totally is pronounced tofu. On my first mornin...