I like to spend some time in Mozambique

North, always north. We took the 4x4 route across the border, meaning a switch from tar to sand the minute we bribed the last official. The tyres were deflated, second gearstick guessed at and the beast was finally given a proper workout - sand and rock and bonnet-deep water of doom.

The first spot of tourist camping was lame, so we pushed on without realising how dangerously remote this country gets so close to the capital. First amateur mistake - we ran out of petrol and water and most food, but somehow blagged all three together for a camping week of surfing (new boards!), baked beans and ionised well water. Exactly the adventure we had in mind.