Mozambique: beauty, corruption and underpants.

It's been a fun and insightful 3 days in Maputo with my tv crew. 

In all honesty, if you ever want to moan about South Africa, spend a few days further north and then you realize how great our infrastructure really is. As I write his blog i'll be back in SA in a few hours and I leave Mozambique with some great memories. I met some amazing people... and ate some amazing food!

But I also leave a country where corruption is rife (seemingly even more so than in South Africa). Almost everyone I chatted to spoke about the abusive corruption of the local police and government. I saw first hand the pollution of the beaches and the architectural decay of buildings and other public infrastructure. 

Mozambique is not a poor nation from a macroeconomic perspective, so where's all the money going? Definitely not back to the man in the street. And you can feel their restlessness. They have presidential elections coming up later this year. I can only hope they vote wisely. 

Well, that goes for us in South Africa as well. After 20 years of democracy, it's a pity the masses can't see the gradual decay caused by the ruling party who are glutenous in nepotism as corrupt politicians continue to simply ride the gravy train... or their flashy new 7 series BMWs.

I sometimes think politicians forget that they are servants of the people. WE pay they salaries, and as such, WE are their employers. 

Anyway, on a lighter note. When I packed for my 3 day trip to Mozambique, I forgot one thing...

It's a sign of the times. I remembered all my various power chargers, but left the most basic of essentials behind...clean underwear! Not having time on our shoot schedule to make detours and looks for a Woolies store (does Mozambique even have a Woolies?), and also being quite the cleanliness freak, I decided to do the next best thing... and think like MacGyver would have. So every night I washed my jocks in the basin and spent 30 minutes drying them with the hotel room hair dryer. It worked out very well! My only nervousness during the blow drying period was the risk of those flying critters. You see, there was ONE part of my body where I was not prepared to spray Tabard while my underpants were drying each night.

Bye Mozambique. Thanks for the memories! But as Dorothy said in the wizard of Oz, "there's no place like home". Even if Alyssa has a rash and diorreaha, Tayla-Jean has a fever and is vomiting, Nicole has Laryngitis and yesterday the geyser packed up!
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