Paradise lost and found

BEFORE I landed in Maputo, the images of Mozambique I’d been toying with were predictable.

Palm trees, white sands, ocean villas — identical to the images I had of the Maldives, Seychelles or Caribbean.

Long-haul paradises are marketed similarly, so brochure-flickers could be forgiven for distinguishing between countries as they do Coke, Pepsi and Dr Pepper.