CAMPING DESTINATION
42 | September 2019 go! Drive & Camp
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t the Komatipoort entrance (the South African side
of the border) a soldier handed us a permit. Then we
parked outside the customs building (there are extra-
long parking bays for vehicles towning caravans)
and handed our passports over to a customs official inside the
building. The official wanted to see the border letter for our
tow vehicle. (If you have a child with you, they will also ask for
an unabridged birth certificate.) We checked the stamps in our
passports, got into our vehicle and gave the permit to another
soldier as we left South Africa. The first part of the border post
procedure was done and dusted in under five minutes.
At the Ressano Garcia offices (on the Mozambican side) we
parked as close to customs as we could without obstructing
traffic. Here, the parking is more random and your vehicle is
quickly swallowed up by a crowd of hawkers. According to the
South African High Commissioner’s website, we were to receive
a permit here, but nobody gave us one. The website strongly
discourage travellers from using the so-called runners to help
them cross the border, but we wanted to know what their
services entailed and chose an honest face from the crowd.
Emerson was his name, and he immediately wanted to
take our passports and permits. We insisted on carrying our
documentation but nonetheless thanked him for his zeal.
Before Emerson took us to the customs building, we first
wanted to establish his fee. His opening offer of MT5 000 was
unacceptable as it would work out to more than R1 000 (R1 was
equal to 4,3 metical at the time of our visit). We made a counter
offer of MT500 (R116). Emerson was appalled, but we eventually
settled on MT1 000 (R230).
He took us to the building, pushed in front of a group of
confused South Africans who weren’t sure which queue they
should join, and attracted a customs officer’s attention. We
The Internet teems with stories about South
Africans who could only get their passports
back after a hefty ransom was paid
Beware the runners
Various cautionary tales about Mozambique’s notorious Lebombo border post do
the rounds – here’s what we experienced.