Maputo Special Reserve

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To reach home at Santa Maria, it is either a drive through the Reserve, or a boat trip from Maputo across the Bay.

Lake Maunde Maputo Special Reserve







Watching Rewilding at Maputo Special Reserve





The road home











Santa Maria Point, Machangulo, Mozambique


Mangroves, Machangulo, Mozambique


My dogs love being on the boat and in the Sea


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