As Christian disembarks from the plane in Nampula, the warm evening air greets him, a stark contrast to the cooler climate he left behind in Maputo. He adjusts his jacket and takes a moment to soak in his surroundings, the bustling airport alive with activity even at this late hour.
As he makes his way through the terminal, Christian spots a driver holding a sign with his name printed neatly in bold letters. With a sense of relief, he quickens his pace and approaches the driver, offering him a grateful smile.
"Good evening," Christian greets the driver, his voice tinged with fatigue from the long journey. "I'm Christian Ngale. Are you here to take me to the hotel?"
The driver nods in acknowledgment, his expression friendly as he reaches out to take Christian's luggage. "Yes, Mr. Ngale. I've been instructed to escort you to the hotel. Please, allow me to take your bags."
