The end of the world
December 31 1999, and I couldn’t have been further away from a computer. About half-way up the Mozambican coast, in a quaint and daringly beautiful spot called Inhassoro, the closest thing to the internet was a satellite phone at a hotel a 30-minute drive away.
December 31 1999, and I couldn’t have been further away from a computer. About half-way up the Mozambican coast, in a quaint and daringly beautiful spot called Inhassoro, the closest thing to the internet was a satellite phone at a hotel a 30-minute drive away.