It is rainy season.
1.1 I arrived in Ilha just in time to gatecrash the event of the year – or maybe rather the event of the decade and the first one of its kind since the war. The wedding of a European architect living in Ilha to a woman from Maputo took place this Saturday. Luckily the event was in the afternoon, just after the rain stopped, and after the three hour church service the guests flown in from Northern Europe and Maputo danced the night away in the enormous dining hall of a recently transformed warehouse, now hotel and luxury private apartment with a spacious roof terrace and swimming pool. The chandeliers are still in a container making its way down to Nacala port, with estimated time of arrival next month.
1.2 In the macuti town, the walkways are full of water, and courtyards and ruins without roofs are perfect breeding ground for mosquitos, full of still water with no escape. In the hot sun, water lift in cavities which cannot percolate goes green. A drainage system for the macuti town was developed with international development aid money half a decade ago. However, the project was never completely finished. The gutters are not covered, since there was no more budget for this, even if covering the gutters was part of the original project proposal. The pumps never work, since they need petrol to run, and money for petrol can always be used for something else.
1.3 In the carefully transformed guesthouse where I stay next to the main mosque, awaiting my own little house to rent, it is raining as well. The colourful courtyards renovated by a European architect who settled on the island 11 years ago, take on another life.