OK, my summary experience of Mozambique is that everything is FUBAR, all the time. The perfect example is the truck we rented. We had to rent a 4 x 4 vehicle because the drive into the diving resort we stayed at is literally about 3 hours ( but only 70 – 80 miles) of potholed dirt and sand (think 2 – 3 inches deep) road. Unfortunately, there is never snow here, and the 4 x 4 vehicle is not common. So after several days of multiple people madly working in different directions to try to find us even one appropriate vehicle, we still didn’t have one. Johan and I got up at 6 a.m. to be driven (thank you Ma and Pa Visagie) an hour and ½ to meet up with a couple friend of Johan’s. Then we went to those friends house and waited. And waited. And waited. At 2:00 pm we gave up and got driven to the Mozambique border where a driver employed by one friend’s father picked us up and drove us to the city of Maputo. We dropped the driver off and then drove her (the friend’s) father’s car to our resort. We arrived around 9 p.m. Her father actually still needed his car – he just happens to work in Mozambique and has a 4 x 4. So then the next several days we tried to coordinate with her father how to get his SUV back to him and get us another appropriate vehicle. Finally, the driver drove those 3 hours to us (taking about 5 to actually get there) to swap vehicles. He showed up a) two hours late while we waited for him in a neighboring town, b) with friends in the car, and c) drunk. The vehicle we got, once we switched, offered the following features:
• Wires instead of radio