On the island of Ibo, in the Quirimbas National Park in northern Mozambique, we live to the rhythm of the tides. When you land on the pier by boat, the children come running. "I go to Baobibo","oh Lucie's house! "They know every corner of the island. Ibo is taking it easy. We walk through the sandy streets, swim with the 40 dolphins that have made their home a few knots from here, then, at sunset, swim through the mangrove swamp when the tide has risen. Here, the children followed me on a visit to the old prison, which has been converted into the production of coffee do Ibo