Comida vegana

Mozambicans go to bed early as a rule and for a capital, Maputo is very quiet most weeknights. Therefore, it takes a certain type of kn*bcheese to rag an engine so loud that it wakes up the neighbourhood at midnight. Such motorists were roaming the streets as we all tried to slumber.

This marvellous vegan feast was served up by Ricky as she gathered pals in the evening. An eclectic bunch of interesting folk with fascinating tales of life in Namibia, San Diego and Taiwan. With spreads such as this, I was reminded of a memory that has struck me often whilst spending time away from the UK. When I was heading to Africa once, years ago, I was asked by a friend’s dad whether there were roads. Yes, there are many. And there are also vegan banquets, pilates studios and soya milk. Can’t bloody find oat milk though.