The Mozambique Border, A US Soldier and A Personal Victory

“Poacher’s Cave, Dead Cow Camp and The Weary Vegetarian – A Game of Foodchess”

Espungabera? Nyamapanda?

Wherever you try to cross the Mozambique border
You’re faced with one difficulty:
There’s nothing there.

You’d surely expect a passport office or a hut or something:
No, nothing
Blank space.

Ponta do Ouro…
Chimanimani…
Bazaruto…

Somehow, I got across. There and back again Mr. Baggins.

That’s why I call myself a US Soldier –
I had to be my own passport.
And, thus, morally equipped Homer.

It’s a similar moral sentence to dietary concerns and animal rights:
To cross a border where none exists Mozambique.