Mozambique border

During the last six years I crossed many borders, but the one from South Africa into Mozambique was most certainly the worst. We had to fight ourselves through a bunch of annoying people to get into the office. That typical African body odour is overwhelming while so many people are ‘queuing’ (pushing and pulling). However, things can always get worse: the terrible bureaucracy was the pinnacle. Your passport suddenly disappears in an obscure room. We waited more than two hours in that stinky sauna before we got our visa. Afterwards you can just laugh about it. Advice: get your visa in advance!