Last week, I purchased flights from my home in Spokane, WA to Cape Town, South Africa, and then returning from Brussels, Belgium back to Spokane – 5 months later. To get from Cape Town (the Southernmost point in Africa) to Brussels, Benjamin and I plan to drive along the West Coast of Africa to Tunis, Tunisia (the Northernmost point in Africa), through 20-28 countries, across two deserts and numerous areas of unrest/conflict along with many other challenges.
Route sketch from Cape Town to Tunis along with various detours
Lest you think the route is more defined than it is. My initial route was a printed-out map of Africa that I drew a line on along the coast. For the updated version above, I asked Google to map a route from Cape Town to Tunis and then dragged the route around to avoid areas where I know there is conflict, the route is impassable, or based on my intuition of what I thought might be “interesting.”
Why you might ask? Well, my son (Benjamin) just graduated from college, and before he does something responsible (like get a job) or irresponsible (I’ll let you come up with your own examples), he suggested we go on an adventure. Driving across Africa seems like a good example of such an adventure, so that is what we are planning.
Benjamin and Mark completed work on the Land Cruiser
Hanna and I flew to the Southern Tip of Baja California Sur, Mexico this week to continue learning to kiteboard. Last year, at the same time, we went to Punta Chame, Panama for the same. We arrived Sunday evening with the plan to start sailing Monday but there was no wind. We settled instead for a beautiful sunrise and a slack line. The latter seemed like a good practice for balancing on a kiteboard.
Hanna (of course), made it across. I was less astute at the task. Regardless, given no wind, we decided to go exploring West, on the Pacific coast side of the peninsula.
We parked just above Playa Bonita, near the construction of a new resort (The Palm) and I was surprised at how deserted the beach was. It stretched for miles but there were only a few cars and accompanying visitors. From there we hiked North along the coast for less than 2 miles, up and over the rocks looking down on Playa Las Tinajas. Remarkably, there was no one there. Literally, in the entire time we hiked, we only saw one family at the start and then no one. (It’s not like we were on the Eastern Coast of Madagascar or something.)
There were pelicans and seals a little way out from the beach – having a good little laugh at the joy of beach life I expect.
When we returned back to the car we drove to Playa Los Cerritos and stayed a little way out of the new construction area at Cerritos Beach Inn. We chose this location to be the night we splurged for accommodations with an ocean view room. (In hindsight, there wasn’t much point because we loved sitting downstairs overlooking the beach so basically only used the room for sleeping. We appreciated it nonetheless.)
In the morning, a father and son walked along the beach for 40 minutes to the hotel to have breakfast. Upon calling the rest of the family to drive over and join them, the dad realized he had the keys. Whoops! I offered to drive him back, picking up gasoline on my return to the hotel.
We left the hotel around 11:30 heading to Pozas Budistas (translated Buddhist Pools). This was casually recommended by the Kartchner’s – who neglected to mention details like, it’s a 4-wheel drive road, be sure you have a full tank of gas, don’t forget to take lots of water as you are going to be in the high desert for several hours, and oh… by the way, when you get there you won’t find any signs. (Admittedly, they told us to count the 11 water crossings but we missed this detail.) All this to say, the drive was wonderful, but not exactly a paved road.
Not only was the drive an adventure, but the pools themselves were (mostly) great as well. We hike in at one of the upper pools (rather than from the bottom), and so the first pool was a slide. Awesome! That is except for the fact that I took the first slide and when I emerged I was freckled with baby leeches. Yes, really!! What? Who recommends this to their friends I wonder? (The rattlesnake wasn’t a big deal because although we wore sandals on our hike, we didn’t see the rattler until we were back in the car.)
Regardless, not to be deterred, we hiked down the creek jumping along the giant boulders until we reached the main pool. And, since it was hot, Hanna volunteered that I test this pool for leeches as well. It was clean, refreshing, and cool. We swam. We were in a high desert and swimming. It was wonderful.
Awesome rock slide… if it wasn’t for the leeches at the bottom.
We hiked back to the car and continued our journey through the desert to Cañón de la Zorra and Zorro Falls (this was when we saw the rattlesnake).
Zorro Falls…. wait what? A waterfall and freshwater swimming hole in the middle of the desert? Really? Yes, really! It was stupendous.
Should I be suspicious if the cabin has candles and a candle holder?
In the evening (Wednesday night) we stayed in the ecolodge, Rancho Ecologico Sol De Mayo, just above the falls. Internet was only available at the entrance, not at our cabins, and there was no cell service. They do have a restaurant, but it was closed while we were there. If you visit, bring your own food though, as they have a great cooking setup with a grill (they provide the charcoal) and a kitchen with dishes. Rather than staying in the cabin, in fact, you can camp. In addition, they have a host of animals from peacocks to pigeons, and rabbits to horses (no relation to dinner). I loved the atmosphere of the ecolodge and, best of all, it allowed you to access the waterfalls after hours. When we went down in the evening, and had it entirely to ourselves. In the morning, I visited as well and took a glorious swim while the sun came up and shone into the pools. It was stupendous.
The wind was forecast back at La Ventana by 11 AM Thursday morning, so we headed out, a 1.5-hour drive. Unfortunately, wind is not as reliable as that and, while Hanna got out, I didn’t. Furthermore, Hanna spent the morning in the water as there wasn’t quite enough wind and she wasn’t able to actually get up on the board – though it was exhausting nonetheless. In the afternoon we headed back to the hotel for a nap and to catch up on work.
Astoundingly… Friday it was too windy. Wow… this sport is picky about the conditions – at least for beginners like us. Not to be bored, however, we took the opportunity to drive to Playa Balandra – which was beautiful. Unless you hike in, it is only open for entry at 8 AM and 1 PM and we timed it just right to make the 1 PM entry. (We were towards the back of the queue but we still made it into the park.) There is an overlook from which you can see both the inlet and the beach of this epic location. Down in the water, you can walk the entire area with the water below your waist. (I expect the sunrise is spectacular and I’d like to hike in early one morning if I’m ever back in the area.)
Playa El TecolotePlaya El Tecolote
Back in La Ventana, we stopped by the natural hot springs at El Sargento. The timing was great because the tide was still coming in so we made a pool in the hot springs (which were too hot to start), and then waited for the tide to come in to cool it down.
Afterward, we headed to dinner. The restaurant was empty and the owner informed us that the menu didn’t correspond with the food available. We told him that suited us, and we welcomed him to make us something great – just not anything Hanna is allergic to. We both enjoyed our dishes and then switched so we could sample each other’s. Unfortunately, after switching, Hanna’s dish now had some unknown substance that triggered a significant allergic reaction. She took the necessary immunotherapy but it’s especially disconcerting when you are so far from significant medical facilities. Furthermore, while the medicine is life-saving, the after-effects are an unpleasant experience, to say the least.
On Saturday, we finally had wind, not too much and not too little. It’s about time! We watched the usual sunrise from our bedroom window – yes, it was like that every morning we stayed in La Ventana. And, around 10 AM, we watched as the wind blew in from the North. You could see it in the water. And, by 10:30 AM, it was time to sail.
We sailed from the Elevation Kiteboarding School and took the jet ski option – which meant they took us upwind via jet ski and then instructed us as we sailed (or struggled to sail) around the bay.
After the morning session Hanna was exhausted while I decided I deserved another afternoon of the sun in my eyes, water up my nostrils, and saltwater “hydration.” And, since we couldn’t catch an early flight out in the morning on Sunday, we may as well try again in the morning before rushing out for the 2-hour drive back to the airport.
Needless to say, we are close, but at the end of a second week (18 hours in total for me and 12.5 hours for Hanna) we still aren’t quite independent kiteboarders yet. I expect next time, but that’s what I thought last year so….
This weekend some friends and I took an off-road trip on the Washington Back Country Discovery Route (WABDR). We debated all winter on where to go and what route to take but, with all the recent snow, and some logistics around a couple of participants wanting to leave a day early, we settled on starting in Ellensburg and heading South and then North.
There were seven of us in all:
Eric Edmonds and Josh Dahlstrom driving a 2020 Tundra
Albert Merkel with his daughter driving Mitsubishi Montero
Michael Stokesbary driving a Jeep Wrangler, and
Benjamin and I taking up the rear in a diesel 1996 Toyota Land Cruiser (HDJ80L)
The main purpose of the trip was to test-drive the Land Cruiser which, thanks to Albert’s help, has undergone some major improvements including regearing the differential, upgrading to bead-locked wheels, rebuilding the brake system, installing rear differential lockers, re-doing the auxiliary power, replacing the auxiliary fuel tank with a 42-gallon tank, and installing new storage draws in the rear.
Vantage Bridge over Wanapum Lake
Our drive to Ellensburg was flawless and we filled up the auxiliary fuel tank with 18 gallons of diesel there. We then took the circuitous route (I think we turned around four times), before arriving at the start of the rugged version of the WABDR. We initially started on the route via Umptanum dirt Rd. within a few meters, Albert decided to take the more “rugged” route so we turned around one more time and began our adventure. The road wound around and down into the valley at Durr Road Campsite but this was not for us. We started up the other side which was quickly covered in snow. We all down-shifted to 4×4 low and headed up with Albert in the lead and Stokesbary taking up the rear.
Unfortunately, after about 15 miles, Eric radios us that the Tundra is stuck. Hmmm… We wait at the top as attempts are made to continue. Eventually, Mike makes his way around Josh and joins us at the summit and the Land Cruiser (which needs a name – suggestions welcome) heads down to try to help. After a couple of attempts, however, and the interruption of another car (not in our party) descending, Josh and Eric give up and start heading back to Ellensburg to purchase some chains.
On the way back, however, they radio us and suggest we camp at the Durr Road Campsite. This works for the rest of us and we head back down to the campsite for the night.
We set up camp and Benjamin, with Josh’s guidance, cooked a stew for dinner in the Afghan pot. Excellent!!
We awoke with a beautiful sunrise and Benjamin’s, again with Josh’s guidance, cooked an egg souffle – albeit this time in the dutch oven. Mmmm!
Rather than head back South, we decide to drive through Ellensburg, pick up chains for the Tundra, and then drive over to Cashmere – to try our luck traveling North on the WABDR. Alas, it was closed for exclusive snowmobiler access, so Albert lead us to a different trail. We started out on dirt with a caution sign – what we assumed was just a suggestion – and then progressed to mud.
At this point, we all aired down. (I took the Land Cruiser down to 9.5 PSI thanks to the fancy new bead-locked wheels that Albert installed.) However, the mud didn’t last for long as we were shortly driving on three to four feet of hardened snow. I was impressed with the lack of concern, but everyone seemed undeterred, so we continued up the mountain. In spite of the newly acquired chains, the Tundra got stuck, but Josh successfully was able to get it moving again on his own.
It was this next stretch, however, where the adventure really started – and we stopped. Albert was in the lead, Stokes and Josh next, while Benjamin and I took up the rear. Josh gets stuck. Yay! It’s about 3:30 PM. Time to pull out the winch, shovels, and recovery boards.
Overhead on the radio, “I think we have reached the end”, says Albert. “Yup, we are a little stuck.” Mike and I are going to go radio silent for a while as we figure this out.
We pull out the winch and start helping Josh. No, go! We tried angling (pun intended) off a tree but the Tundra would not budge. Recovery boards… nope. Shovels are out and we start digging. The Land Cruiser, while not stuck, didn’t have sufficient traction to pull Josh out. Thanks to suggestions, we anchor it to a tree. More pushing, shoving, digging, etc. Still no luck. It is starting to get dark. Benjamin volunteers to cook dinner.
There were a few less-than-ideal details:
Josh doesn’t have the correct fitting to undo his spare tire.
The Land Cruiser was missing the handle for the bottle jack (details).
The connection on the winch controller was failing and the winch was failing to activate.
It was getting really icy as the evening went on.
The Tundra was so close to the cliff side that you couldn’t enter/exit from the passenger side as the door couldn’t open.
The Montero blew a fuse so Albert had to jerry rig it directly to the battery (fuses just require replacing anyway).
In an attempt to descend, the Jeep skids perpendicular to the trail.
The Montero is high-centered and there are no nearby trees to anchor to.
Focusing on the Tundra, and in desperation we allow the winch to pull the Tundra to the side with a little extra vigor and the beading gives out and its tire goes flat. Stink! This truck is completely high-centered to the point that even taking out his spare tire from under the vehicle is challenging. (Benjamin continues cooking dinner with Eric’s accompanying conversation.)
After some hemming and hawing, Josh decides to attempt to reseat the wheel with gasoline and a lighter. Yes… this is the time for Macgyver-type measures. And, what do you know, it works the first time. Wow!!
Yeah… it’s been 4.5 hours and we finally have the first car unstuck.
Josh and I reverse down to a “passing” spot, Josh stays on the trail and the Land Cruiser passes by off-trail. No getting stuck. we head up to the next rig. Here we find Mike’s Jeep rotated 90 degrees on the road. And after pulling his rig out (another few hours), we again switch spots and the Land Cruiser heads to the top to find Albert’s Montero. We tried with the winches (the Montero also had a winch), and some raw pulling. Regardless, the Montero didn’t budge. To reduce the likelihood of the Land Cruiser getting stuck, we drop the air pressure down to 4.5 PSI. And, while it came close, it was always able to self-rescue. Yes!!!
Eventually, we take to digging, rotating, and digging some more, slowly pulling the vehicle around.
At 3:30 AM, 12 hours later, all cars are unstuck and we head down to Josh and Mike’s car to camp for the night.
In the morning we wake up fresh and ready for a new day. It doesn’t take long, though, before we all decide to head home. We’ve had all the practice we need for this trip, all concentrated into a single 12-hour block. Although the Tundra got stuck one more time, we all knew the digging drill and were able to rescue it without much ado.
Once off the trail, we head to Cashmere Riverside Park for a picnic. Josh whips up dessert in the dutch oven (yes, really… it was wonderful). A great finish to an adventurous trip!!
Benjamin and I arrived at San Salvador, El Salvador at 6 AM, giving us plenty of time for a full day upon arrival. I decided to take an Uber to our accommodations (31 USD) and then make plans from there. (While I found the accommodations on AirBnb, I decided against making the reservation there and instead just showed up since the AirBnb host name was Hostal Punta El Zonte – Dorm Room and a search resulted in the location on Google Maps.) The hostel was a surfing hostel located right on the beach. The waves came all the way up to the deck when the tide was up. You could also sit and watch the surfers right from the hostel and listen to the waves all night. Cool!!
While T-Mobile is great in that it connects in almost any country at no extra cost. It limits connectivity to 2G, which is relatively painful when you are trying to research travel. Fortunately, our Uber driver was willing to pull over at a local stand and help me get connected with Tig0 at a cost of 5 USD. What I especially appreciated was his willingness to enter his El Salvador Identity card when signing up my account. (He did ask me to destroy the card when I left, but it was entirely an act of trust – which I much appreciated.) Feel free to reach out to our driver, Melvin Mena on WhatsApp at +503-7130-5297, if you are ever in the area and need a driver:
We relaxed for a few hours and caught up on emails and work before heading out for a hike in the afternoon. We started out walking up the creek right from hostel beach. It was very muddy to start but nothing to worry about as it was a short while before we were wading in the creek itself. We walk to the main road and then continued North along the road. Along the way we saw women washing clothes in the stream along with children bathing. On the road there were stalls selling fruits, especially near the bus stop. It was hot after only a mile or so, we navigated back toward the beach at the next village. Unfortunately, we couldn’t traverse all the way back to our hostel because the tide was in and we couldn’t navigate around the rocks without getting soaked (admittedly I got soaked by a surprise wave, but even so, we scrambled up the rocks to a private house, got scolded for being on private property, and then allowed to exit via the gate rather than going back the way we came. 😊
Back at the hostel, the owner suggested we rent scooters and go exploring. They were 25 USD each and we headed out to see Lake Ilopango, navigating through San Salvador. Unfortunately, San Salvador is 2,000 ft. above sea level, and by the time we reached there, a storm was brewing and it was considerably colder. Scratch that, it started to pour. We took refuge under a bridge for an hour before venturing out again only to encounter even heavier rain within 15 minutes. Bummer! We scrapped plans for the lake and looked for food and shelter. We selected a local pizza joint and headed there until the rain mostly subsided. Upon finishing our afternoon pizza snack, we decided to head back to the beach as fast as we could in the hopes of minimizing the time in the rain. We still got wet, but it warmed up as we approached the coast and wasn’t that bad. Of course, riding a scooter in the rain is a little precarious so we were relieved when we arrived without incident. We had dinner at the hostel before heading to bed. Admittedly, while we didn’t reach our destination, we enjoyed the journey and overall had an enjoyable day.
In the morning, I took a beautiful walk along the beach at sunrise and then spent the morning working on the deck. Once Benjamin was awake, we breakfasted, and decided to head out to El Tunco where we could upgrade from scooters to 250cc motorbikes. We waited on the main road for what seemed a ridiculous 45min. for the local bus to take us <10 km South (not sure why but the first bus didn’t stop at our stand). The bikes were significantly more powerful and hopefully safer if it rained. We headed East to Tamanique Falls. Upon reaching the town we asked a local mom for a guide. She made some calls and looked around but eventually her 11-year-old son, Horacio, came strolling down the road from school and she called him to take us. He didn’t seem particularly taken with the idea and took his time to get changed out of his school uniform. Upon realizing that he was going to ride on the back of the motorbike with me, however, I think he warmed to the idea considerably. He told me this was his fist time – not just on the motorcycle, but also in being a guide. I was excited to give him a chance.
The beginning of the trail was rock paved and relatively easy, but in short order it turned to dirt. And, unfortunately, when we started to go downhill in the mud the bike slipped out from under us and dropped, shattering the mirror. Ughh!!! Only minor scrapes and bruises for both Horacio and me. (I confess we were cautioned when renting not to take it on the trail but the 11-year-old kid encouraged us saying it was easy and way faster. Yeah, I know. I’m not interested in your opinion on the topic. 😊) We parked the bikes on the side of the trail and continued the rest of the way on foot. The turnoff could easily have been missed so I was grateful for our guide. The park was 1 USD per person (guide was free) despite the sign stating entry was 2.50 USD. The first view of the water was a jumping spot. Horacio encouraged me to go for it, but I asked him to demonstrate first. Rather than just jumping from the top, he cautiously climbed town to a lower point and then jumped. Encouraged, I went for it from the top. It wasn’t particularly high, and it was wonderful to hit the water and cool off. I jumped a couple more times. There was a second pool to jump into that was considerably higher, but the climb out was precarious (with a 100ft drop onto rocks) and Horacio wasn’t willing to demonstrate because of fear he confessed. I decided not to risk it as I really didn’t know the route back out. (I had a slight regret for not having an older guide to demonstrate the bigger jump, but I overcame my self-disappointment when I saw the next part of the falls.)
We hiked down to two additional falls and pools – which were progressively spectacular. I’m so glad we came. I (of course) took another swim in the pool of the tallest falls. Spectacular!
Back in the town of Tamanique, we met up with Horacio’s mother, father, and brother and took the former for a quick ride on the motorbike. I loved the family and would have invited myself to dinner if we didn’t have to get the bikes back. Instead, we borrowed a basin and washed off my bike to remove any evidence of falling in the mud. While I couldn’t fix the mirror, the rest of bike looked unharmed. We rode home, refilled the gas, and took a couple beach stops before returning the bikes.
At El Tunco beach we spent the late afternoon watching the World Junior Surfing Championship. These kids were awesome. Next we stopped in a local outdoor eatery for pupusas (a first for us) and then on the way back to the main road accepted an invitation to church. Hearing such gusto in the songs was wonderful.
Knowing the buses stopped running at 7 PM, however, we excused ourselves at 6:25 PM and headed to the main road. After waiting 30 minutes a bus came, dropped off a couple passengers, but then took off again before we boarded. Hmm… what’s the deal. By now it was dark. Fortunately, a small pickup truck stopped upon seeing my tentative thumb, and we hitched a ride back to El Zonte and our hostel for one more night. Having eaten already, we crashed early with alarms set for 3:15 AM to catch a shuttle and then a boat to Nicaragua.
Sergio has been a dear friend since the late 90s. We have visited him on multiple occasions in Mozambique, and he has stayed with us in our home in Spokane as well. Each of my children has met and spent time with him to the point that he is a welcome family member. In this post, I will outline some of his story.
Sergio (Spokane Valley, WA – 2011)
Elisabeth and I met Sergio in Mozambique during our stay in 1997-1998. We were working for Iris Ministries at the Machava children’s center for orphans and other children whose parents didn’t have the resources to care for them adequately. Our work wasn’t particularly romantic, just buying supplies for the center (sometimes driving to South Africa and bringing them back across the border). Essentially we helped with the day-to-day logistics of what it takes to run a camp of 100-150 children. I say camp because the children were staying in large army tents at the time, about 12 children to a tent. The best part of our job, however, was hanging out with the children, building relationships, and serving as a role model (I realize this is scary in my case) or, as in the case with Elisabeth, taking the time to sit with one of the teens and teaching them to read (in Portuguese none the less). Sergio was one of the teens we got to know.
Elisabeth and I Hanging Out with Sergio (Machava, Mozambique – 1998)
When Sergio came to the Machava center, he wasn’t an orphan, but his mom died when he was eight, and his dad, who was an alcoholic at the time, had attempted to commit suicide. His dad felt inadequate taking care of his three children, and the extended family let him know he was a failure. Without anyone caring for him and his siblings ( two brothers and a sister), the children often lived on the street searching for food. When his extended family learned of the shambles of their home life, they split the children up amongst his aunts and uncles. However, Sergio’s experience was that living with a family that didn’t want him was worse than living on the street, so he chose the street. Similarly, when he had the opportunity to move to the Chiango government orphanage at the age of 10, his experience was miserable enough that the temptation to return to the street was a constant threat. By the time we met him, shortly after the Machava center had opened, he was about 16-years-old.
Parenthetically, Sergio’s experience in choosing to live on the street even with the opportunity of a children’s center was not unusual. Moving to a center was rough. Even though life came with three meals a day and provided shelter, it also limited a child’s freedom, providing structure and discipline that they didn’t always appreciate. It is a tough transition, and usually, we found that the children living on the street will run away from the center 3-4 times, each with a more extended stay at the center, before really deciding to stick it out and make the center their home.
Sergio stood out to us. By the time we left Mozambique, he had completed all the Machava center offered in schooling. Having started school at the age of 10, he repeated 5th grade a second time, not because he failed, but because there was no 6th grade available. When you consider that the average Mozambiquan adult at that time had only one year of education (meaning they hadn’t learned basic multiplication nor basic sentence structure), 5th grade is still remarkable.
Before Elisabeth and I left Mozambique, we decided that one way we could continue to give was to provide Sergio an opportunity to continue his schooling. Rather than taking 5th grade a third time ( solely because there was no 6th grade offered at his current school), we went with him to look at the various schooling options, and together we selected a private school in Maputo. The school’s location meant that Sergio would have to walk and take public transportation to school.
We wouldn’t just be paying for his schooling, but everything that went beyond what the Machava center provided, including school supplies, a school uniform, books, transportation money, etc. We sat down with him and created a budget, and showed him how he could track the money he spent to ensure he would have sufficient funds. When he tried on his school uniform, we taught him how to tie his tie. (He mentioned this during my trip in December 2021 as I was making a rare appearance in a tie for his wedding. He offered to help me.)
Sergio in his School Uniform (Machava, Mozambique – 1998)
Several factors led us to support Sergio throughout his academic journey. They included his level of integrity, his commitment to bettering himself, and the fact that he wasn’t looking to escape Mozambique if he ever could. Instead, he believed that he could be successful in Mozambique and, therefore, any investment we made in him would grow as he influenced other people.
Continuing with a private school wasn’t trivial for Sergio. Transportation to and from school was difficult. The total commute would take Sergio 2.5 hours each way, frequently landing him back at the center after 11 PM. The attempt at using a bike failed soon after it started because the bike was stolen. By the time he arrived at his first class each day, he smelled from sweat and travel, and his classmates rejected him because of his seemingly poor hygiene and his street Portuguese. He decided to shower when he arrived, but this meant that he missed most of the lecture in his first class. Fortunately, his first-period teacher took the time to ask Sergio what was happening. She accompanied Sergio on his commute to understand the challenges it presented. Her husband brought extra books and class material to the center so that whatever Sergio missed, he could study at home. A different teacher provided insight into the school’s (“proper”) culture to help him fit in. The key, she instructed him, was to do well and study hard. His classmates would respect him for his intelligence. Indeed, things improved significantly once he fit in more. After two years, however, rather than continuing in the same private school, he elected to find a different school for high school that had an easier commute. Not only was the commute significantly more manageable, but he also didn’t have to deal with the snobbery of his classmates nearly as much.
We went back and visited Sergio in 2001 with our 1-year-old son, Benjamin. It was wonderful to see him and observe firsthand how his discipline and grit won out over the challenges. Despite all the difficulties, Sergio was thriving and contemplating what to do upon graduating from high school. Still, challenges persisted. For the remainder of high school, he ended up contracting malaria, and it took him out of school for months at a time when it flared up – totaling 1-2 years. Regardless, Sergio persisted and graduated high school in 2006 at the age of 25. A tremendous accomplishment!
I revisited Sergio in 2010 along with my then 10-year-old son. Sergio was living in his own house, which often had guests. It was such a joy and honor to have someone who previously lived on the streets of Mozambique now hosting for me. We also visited his dad and uncle, both of whom he had restored relations.
The colleges in Maputo were exclusive to the children of government officials and those with wealth, and it was hard to figure out a path forward for Sergio’s education. He tried to enter college for a couple of years but never get acceptance from the schools in Maputo, Mozambique. Eventually, he took a bus two days North to the city of Pemba (https://www.google.com/maps/place/Pemba,+Mozambique) and entered college with tourism as his focus. Like many students in the US, his interest waned, however, so he switched to IT for a short while but found it incomprehensible.
Parenthetically, it was at this time he also purchased his first car, a black Nissan Skyline – albeit without a windshield. Funnily enough, when Elisabeth and I lived in Mozambique we drove a Nissan 4X4 that also lacked a windshield for a time. We named the car Lazarus because of how many accidents it had been in and been resurrected.
Concurrent with his college education, Sergio decided to join the staff with Iris Ministries at a new children’s center also in Pemba. In his job, he was responsible for the myriad of logistics required for an organization with multiple children centers, lots of cross-cultural challenges, along with all the Mozambican legal bureaucracy that was necessary for a successful NGO (non-governmental organization) to navigate. In this new role, Sergio became the face of Iris Ministries in all government interactions regarding licenses, labor, imports, purchasing property, building codes, etc. Sergio oversaw much of the effort. However, a massive bonus from the career is that it afforded him insight into the importance of understanding the law. Then, this same insight spurred him on to the study of law, and he switched majors one more time. Pursuing not only a bachelor’s degree but also his master’s.
I already mentioned that school is far from trivial. Government-required tests can get delayed for no known reason and have no known reschedule date. This cancellation can happen to such an extreme that you miss the opportunity to start class the following year, and no accommodations are made. Class may or may not occur daily, and even what day class will start for the quarter is anyone’s guess. Transportation is always an issue. In addition, books just aren’t available and, when they were, the cost is exorbitant. Portuguese fluency is a constant struggle since prior schooling doesn’t adequately prepare most students for college-level reading and writing. If that isn’t enough, teachers expect bribes for good grades (or even a passing grade), either in the form of money or sexual favors, and without them, you can’t continue schooling. At this time, Sergio has been waiting for more than two years for his final legal practicum to be scheduled, but the professor is unwilling to get around to it. Similarly, his wife, who has completed medical school, doesn’t have any place to proceed to residency, and there is no information as to when that will be resolved. After waiting a year, the previous year’s med-school students are still in limbo.
Sergio has been an entrepreneur for a long time now. Hanna and I noticed this during our visit in 2013. Elisabeth and I seed-funded his first rental property, via which he purchased the land and built a house. He began buying and developing properties whenever he could with that initial start. He had lots of experience with how to do this from his time with Iris Ministries and the children’s center, so he was confident he was doing it correctly and knew how to avoid the “squatter’s rule” by which people could “steal” property by living on it for a period. As an investment, purchasing property was a critical way to fight rampant inflation because the property value also increased. In addition, when he owned property, the money wasn’t liquid, so he didn’t feel obligated to give it to family and friends whenever they asked. For the same reasons, when he had money, he would build, even if it was only a partial build. (This is not to say he wasn’t generous, but instead that it prevented him from being taken advantage of.) The obvious benefit of owning property was that he could build a house for rent. Renting was especially good when the economy was booming – which happened from 2007-2017 because of the discovery of oil off the coast. However, even when the oil companies pulled out because of terrorism from ISIS, Sergio was fortunate to find renters.
Perhaps the most entrepreneurial was to start Sergio’s ventures. When my daughter, Abigail and I visited him in Pemba in 2016, he showed us his carwash business, which was on a thoroughfare through town. He also had a Mozambican “pool hall,” which was nothing fancier than a covered area (open on the sides) with a pool table and bar. Another one of his businesses was a water truck that delivered fresh water to people’s houses, filling up their rooftop water tanks, so they had water coming out their taps. However, the most enterprising is his recent purchase of an old well-digging rig. It was fantastic to see his equipment and how he was adapting and moving parts from old trucks to increase his well-digging equipment’s capacity. A new full-capacity rig runs $100-$200k, and it won’t surprise me if Sergios figures out how to assemble one from parts for a fraction of the cost.
Sergio describes his water delivery and well-digging equipment (Pemba, Mozambique – December 2021)
By now, you should have a clear idea that Sergio is exceptional. He works long hours. He is also highly personable and aware of local customs and regulations, treating those in power with the respect they expect to not tread on anyone’s toes. He is masterful at negotiating between conflicting parties and ensuring that bureaucracy is followed when necessary. However, the greatest blessing is that he’s also a great friend, and I love him dearly.
Visiting Sergio’s House (Pemba, Mozambique – 2015)
When I visited Sergio in December 2021, I was reminded again of how remarkable it is that he had escaped poverty; in fact, he was wealthy compared to his neighbors and many of his fellow companions from the center. Furthermore, the wealth is more than just financial stability; he also has incredible relationships. Up until this recent trip when there was no one else in his home right before he got married, I always stayed with Sergio when he welcomed others into his home who didn’t have a stable place to stay. His story isn’t just about rags to riches. Even more than that, it is a life richly blessing others. Since Elisabeth and I were married nearly 30 years ago, we have devoted our income to philanthropy (http://intellitect.com/philanthropy), investing in projects that provide wells to hundred, free slaves, build clinics, establish laws to prevent persecution, reduce gender-based violence, and many other projects that fight injustice and poverty around the world. However, of all these investments, I suspect there is nothing that compares to the relatively small financial contribution we made in Sergio’s life that he multiplied hundreds of times over. And, even more so, is the blessing that has come back to us. Sergio is a remarkable man making the world a better place for so many. He’s a dear friend that I love deeply, and my family has adopted him as a son and brother.
I arrived in Pemba, Mozambique on Thursday, December 2, and was greeted by Sergio and his fiancée Zita. It was wonderful to give (and receive) a big hug from him after not seeing him for 5 years. Just seeing his face made the challenging journey all worth it.
We went directly from the airport to Sergio’s house where Zita’s family and Sergio’s family were gathered for dinner. It was warmly familiar to see the same dirt roads leading to his house, exemplary 4-while drive dirt road with just the right degree of fine dry dust to work its way into the engine, gas, and bearings on even the best of cars.
At Sergio’s house, we ate dinner, with everyone sitting around in a circle. It was dark and somewhat formal as the two disparate families came together. Sergio’s somewhat Christian family with Zita’s somewhat Muslim family. Sergio spoke and offered greetings. He then proceeded to introduce me and the impact that Elisabeth and I have had on his life over the years starting with when we met him in 1997 when he was one of the children at the Machava children’s center where we worked in Maputo, Mozambique. He talked about our role in both his education and the personal impact we have made. I was honored. After he spoke, I pointed out that, Sergio was the real hearo as he took the little that we did and amplified it, improving hundreds of lives over the years, whether fellow street children and orphans, family, and neighbors.
After dinner, Sergio and I went back to his house and crashed, waking up the next morning at 5 AM to start errands in preparation for the wedding. I was Sergio’s chauffer, and this was great as it provided a time to hang out and catch up. We visited many of Sergio’s properties and businesses and he updated me on all his entrepreneurial ventures. I was especially intrigued by the progress he has made on the well-digging business and how he is cobbling together a bigger drill. He is quite the successful entrepreneur. In addition, we went to check on the wedding venue several times. It is a beautiful setting located at a university associated built by Iris Ministries (the organization Elisabeth and I worked within ’97-’98) and on a gorgeous beach.
There was a myriad of decisions to make of which everybody had their own opinion. I spent the day reminding Sergio that Zita was the most important person, and we should do whatever Zita wanted. Tradition, family opinions, and social norms be dammed. I kept having to repeat the guidance. 😊
In the evening we went back to the house where some of Sergio and Zita’s family are staying for dinner. We hung out until late and then some close family of Zita’s surprise announced they were coming into town for the wedding after all. Several of Zita’s family indicated they weren’t coming because it wasn’t a Muslim wedding but in the end, they came anyway. Having this particular aunt really made Zita happy even though it meant we were all up waiting for them until 1 AM the night before the wedding. I thought this was unfortunate, but seeing Zita’s joy reminded me of my own advice – Zita is the most important person for the wedding and all that matters is that she is happy.
In the morning we ran a few more errands, getting the wedding car washed and decorated, haircuts, and final odds and ends. (By the way, they seemingly didn’t wash any of the hair-cutting paraphernalia between clients from what I could tell.)
Sergio and I went back to his house (where we were staying) around 1 PM to get dressed. He was getting a little nervous.
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