, Mozambique


This weekend there was a trip to neighbouring Mozambique and one of the staff members needed to go with them.  As I hadn’t been before and it was my last weekend, I volunteered to go.

It was a 3 hour journey to the border, then almost an hour to do the visas and have our passports stamped. First of all we had to go into a building on the left hand side of the road, which was still in South Africa that we could ‘exit’ S.A, then cross the road to  so that we could enter Mozambique. There were only 5 of us and a couple of other people there, so hardly a queue, but everyone was working at a snails pace, which seems to be the norm with a lot of immigration officers.  They often seem very surly too, no matter where in the world you are, and the woman on the Mozambique side was no exception. I put all our passports on the counter in front of her, (which was just below my eye height as I was standing outside and she was in a portacabin)  but she was too lazy to lean forwards to pick them up or speak to me.  She simply gesticulated that I should reach up and push them forwards more!   Each visa then had to be handwritten on a flimsy piece of pink paper – apparently the computer system was down!

Anyway, as soon as we exited the border control, the tarmac disappeared, and there were only sandy tracks.  Think driving through sand dunes and you get the picture!


Here are the rest of the photos taken over the weekend.  It’s a very colourful little place but there is very little to do there except relax, swim, eat & drink!

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