From Coconut Lagoon to Marari Beach

This morning I woke up from yet another night of insane dreams only to find Nancy wide awake and reading, So we decided to get the day going cause we only had a couple hours left in Coconut Lagoon.

Off to breakfast after an amazing shower in the “outside bathroom” with the sun gleaming in. Tell you what, I always said I wanted to have my honeymoon at Flamingo Bay in Mozambique but I think I’ll have to settle with that being the place I get engaged, cause I want my honeymoon at Coconut Lagoon.

After a tour of the whole resort for travel purposes, we decided that because it was such a gorgeous day, we’d head out to Marari beach earlier. With our bags packed and all checked out we were taken to to the boat that would transport us over the lake.

As we were leaving though, all our new friends ran out from the restaurant waving goodbye and wishing us well. Well Nancy was finished. Then began our little 30 minute trip across the water past house boats and small fishing boats. We were greeted by 6 lovely people on the other side (a little excessive really) and taken to an air-conditioned car with our new driver Prem. I have to say, this was our safest drive ever.

Marari Beach, a simple, even old fashioned villa with our own garden and open bathroom again, all very tranquil and beautiful. We thought with the sun shining , we should use the opportunity for a quick tan. And quick it was. A swim and a newspaper read later the heavens opened. Nap time again. Haha. With the sun out again we decided to go to the village for a bit of a shop and look see.

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