Not so adventurous anymore

Patrick and I have done a lot of risky traveling before. Mostly in Asia and during our 20s, we never gave a second thought about flying Mandala in Indonesia or Air Nepal out of Singapore, crossing from Malaysia to Sumatra by speed boat, taking our various long bus and train trips in Southeast Asia and hopping on many "not so recommendable" ferries in Thailand.

We even thought about jetting off to the Spice Islands Archipelago (the Moluccas) - close to the remote Indonesian province of Sulawesi- and crossing the Philipino part of the South China Sea, known to be infested with 21st Century pirates.

But now... in our (not so late) 30s and having Antonio on board, things are quite different.

I've realised it when I felt not so keen to take the "ferry" below to cross a tiny little river on our way to Maracuene, a beach located in the northern part of Maputo.


This vessel, which certainly cannot be called a ferry, has definitely seen better days but nonetheless carried 6 cars, a tractor and lots and lots of passengers.



What used to be an adrenaline-fueled part of our way of traveling, became a nervous, non-enjoyable, nerve-wrecking trip.

Patrick and I later agreed that, during the "crossing", we both thought of various ways of saving our little boy in case that bloody boat sinked.

It hurts me to say that.... but, yes, we are definitely getting old.