After 18 hours of travelling we finally came to the Maputo Airport. Ebbe Carlsson who lived in Mocambique and had arranged this trip for SIDA ,met us at the airport. Ali Lundbohm, our great conductor and drummer as well had told us that we would all live in the same English Hotel in Down Town Maputo. Surprise is an understatement of what we felt when we were to be separated and to move in to four different familys.This is six a clock in the morning, its very hot and we still have our sweaters and leatherjackets on. Ebbe was not discouraged and said to me."Pelle,how would you like to live with a mad greek".Ebbe had not seen a lynchmob before and therefore took no notice of the frustrated swedes that was looking after sharp objects to use on him in many imaginary ways. However, we were to tired to argue and of we went.The Mad Greek wasnt so mad after all and they had a great house with a 10 meter long terass with a fantastic sea wiev. There were six of us, Sven Zetterberg,Staffan Astner, Berra Petterson,Ali Lundbohm,BG the soundengineer and yours truly.And after trying some local food like shark and impala antilope that grilled itself on hot stones everyone got sick.Exept me of course, because of my earlier exessive use of junkfood, I proved to be immune to any stomach diseases. One day Ebbe told us we were in for a real treat.One of the best choirs and dance groups were to perform something just for us. And they were really good. They had been abroad only one time in their career and that was with KJELL LÖNNÅ i Sundsvall. The world shrunk a little in my head.  We played the blues at many different palces, mostly jazzclubs, and some schools as one picture shows.Staffan Astner looked like a Larson figure with long pale,skinny legs,Marylin Monroe bermudas and a shirt with a thousand colors. Noone could tell he was a tourist. Ali was stung by something ugly in the water one day and we all thought he had a heart attackEbbes daughter got malaria and one of us in the band ( I wont tell who), had to play in homemade dipers due to some evil bacteria. Sven got two kinds of ugly bacterias,partying around in his stomach.  One of the joys with Mocambique was the Carlsen beer. That really made us feel a little more at ease with this strange new situation. Some nights we got to jam with local bands and musicians, they were all very nice and extremly helpful, although they were constantly late for all appointments. But they gladly lent us all the equipment we needed. There would be digital pianos on all gigs I was told. Instead all kinds of Casio and other synths kept coming for all gigs but two. I would have given a Kingdom for a decent pianosound. We got some great rewievs in a weekly paper called "Tempo" (see last picture).We did not understand a word of it but we trusted Ebbe for once, he is married to a georgious woman from Portugal and therefore handles the lingo pretty well. We have two concerts on video but the sound and picturequality is rather bad but I may include a clip on the video page in the future.