The day started early with the ship’s arrival in Maputo,
Mozambique. Our 7:15 AM meeting for our safari excursion was pushed back to
6:45 to try to allow more time to make it through customs and immigration. Once
we began the process we could understand why.
Those passengers who were going to pass through Mozambique
on their way to other places (mostly safaris arranged by ship’s excursions or
privately) needed to get a visa and pay a fee that amounted to a little less
than $100. Thankfully other passengers only staying the day and reboarding the
ship were taken care of by the ship’s excursion staff and only paid a minimal
amount—charged to our accounts of course.
Once in line at the small rundown little customs house, we
could see why it was taking so long. There were two small rooms connected by a
small foyer area that only fit about eight people at a time as we waited to be
processed. The immigration/custom process included being taken in one small
room big enough for a large desk and a chair where the visitor sat and was
photographed and fingerprinted (by machine). One man sat on the other side
typing the passport information into a computer while three other men standing
shoulder to shoulder looked over his shoulder to be sure it was done right.
Then there was a visa printed out that included the photo and it was handed to
a girl in the other room who attached it to our passports and then handed them
out to us. Each person must have spent a good five to eight minutes, depending
upon whether you got your finger set on the reader correctly. By the time we
were ready to board our “luxury bus” we were half way through the morning.
There were 25 in our safari group and we loaded luggage into
the back of one mini bus and squeezed into the seats of both for our trip to
the Mozambique/South African border about 2 hours away. It was quite a ride.
We had been warned, “Some of the international embassies and
government buildings may fall under ‘military or state defense object’
designation. Guests are NOT permitted to take pictures of these sights. This
also pertains to any military personnel and police.” Unfortunately for some
guests, we learned later, it was quite a loose designation. We heard of two stories.
One where a man’s camera was confiscated and he was asked to pay a fine. All he
had was $40 USD and that was acceptable. The other scarier one was a lady who
was actually taken off the excursion bus with her camera and her husband told
that to get her and the camera back they needed to pay 12,000 dollars. Not sure
if that was MZN or USD but all he had in his wallet was $120 USD. He pulled out
a hundred and the official pointed to the other twenty and when that was
produced as well, the find was considered paid.
Meanwhile we were moving through the city of Maputo and out
into the countryside. I took a few snapshots with my iPhone but had I known the
trouble others had, I’d have kept it hidden. Thankfully none of us were stopped
and we quietly made our way to the border through pictures of abject poverty.
There didn’t seem to be the same atmosphere here as we’d seen in Madagascar
even though that was a poor country as well. Here it was hard to tell if there
was any joy to be found.
At the border, our drivers parked and we were led to the
customs and immigration area again. This one was much larger but very run down.
There was a large gentleman smiling at us and shaking our hands and I suddenly
realized he was some sort of tour guide—ours. He guided us through the
paperwork and out to the buses to collect our things.
We transferred our luggage to luggage trailers behind two
very comfortable and truly luxury mini buses and drove for 20 feet to the South
African immigration building and got out to go through customs/immigration
again. It was all done quite smoothly and soon we were on our way again and
feeling much safer.
Once I relaxed, I began to truly enjoy the wonderful countryside
of South Africa. Miles and miles of sugar cane fields blended with a back drop
of hazy blue mountains. Let the safari begin!
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