We slide down a steep path engulfed in clouds of kicked-up ochre mud. Pushing by way of the final of the palm fronds, we emerge onto a slice of white sand. The tide has are available in, swallowing the seaside – and our route house. 

“Would possibly get a bit damp,” says Pat, urging his horse out into the clear water.

We observe him. My little horse, smaller than the others, bounces fortunately ahead, submerged as much as his abdomen. We wade by way of the glittering waves, roughly tracing a shoreline hemmed by tangled mangroves. Our boots fill with heat saltwater. A fishing Dhow glides previous just a few hundred metres away, its occupants waving. I discover myself laughing in pure, childlike delight. 

Patrick (Pat) and Mandy Retzlaff, house owners of Mozambique Horse Safari, provide horse using on an idyllic stretch of untamed, dune-backed Mozambican shoreline round 400 miles north of Maputo, the capital. The massive seashores gleam white within the scorching solar. The water is wealthy in marine life, with manta rays, whale sharks and colleges of dolphin.

Paradise it could be, however Mandy and Pat usually are not right here by alternative. The Retzlaffs owned a farm within the Chinhoyi district of