Thanks for the report. Glad you had a successful hunt. Good buff! I can understand the issues- especially in Mozambique. The government interactions with outfitters is and has been a real mess and headscratcher for a long time. It is very unique politically and my impression is it's still somewhat unsettled after so many years of civil war. I know for a fact through first hand experience, Chinese corruption is involved there now at all levels. Portuguese was a real pain in the arsicle when I went, and I do fairly well with Spanish. Good points about traveling with guns there, also a pain in the arsenal. I really liked the local people in Mozambique though. You just have to accept that it is classic TIA. I don't know about now but when I went just prior to covid, there were still animosities between political factions. But the people recognized I (we) had nothing to do with that so I had no bad vibes nor any issues from the locals at all. Matter of fact some locals were of great assistance along the way with no bribery involved. The soft bribery ($10 a pop variety) is common at the airport in Tete but it is what it is. Not dissimilar to what I've experienced in RSA and Zim, again simply TIA.
We flew through Maputo and Lichinga, and the customs/police were really heavy handed about pressing for bribes. Thankfully JP had hired local people to act on our behalf, making sure all the paperwork was in order and translating for us, so we eventually were allowed to pass with our firearms, but it was a long delay. Outside of the airports we never ran into any kind of authorities, except for some police checkpoints that just waved us by.
The airline agents were in on the corruption as well. I made sure I was not bringing in "too much" ammo, had them in their original boxes, secured in a locked briefcase, in my checked luggage, per the rules and regulations of LAM, Mozambique's national airline. It wasn't much of a problem getting in, but on the way out of the country I was told that the briefcase with my remaining ammo could not be in the checked luggage. But... the regulations require it! "No, no sir, you must remove the briefcase with the ammo." Ok, fine. Then the kicker, "Sir, you have an excessive amount of baggage. You must pay $60 for the extra luggage." Right. You got me. And now my ammo just went from being secured to free for anyone to snatch up.
My brother watches this unfold, takes his ammo box (a locked pistol case) out of his luggage, and secures it to his rifle case with that plastic wrap vendors at the airports have to secure suitcases. He puts the gun case with exterior ammo box up on the luggage scale. It weighs 23 kilos. "Sir, I'm afraid your luggage is overweight." What's the weight limit? 25 kilos. "Sir, if you want to leave with your overweight luggage you will have to pay the $60 fee." So that's how that went. One of those guys also stole my pocket knife out of my suitcase. I remembered at the last second that it was still in my pocket, so I slipped it into the suitcase just before security, and they watched me do it. No more knife.
South Africa is at least making an attempt at discouraging bribery at the airports, so the customs guys try to be sly about it. When they start glancing around you know it's coming: "Sir, we are very hungry, very thirsty. Can you help us out?" Sure, I saved you a bag of peanuts from the plane. "No, no we cannot... that is... we... could you-" Sorry, gotta go!
Local people are awesome, though, very friendly and helpful. Of course the villagers are glad to see us hunting successfully, since we get a taste of the animals at dinner and they get the bulk of the meat. I think of us as proxy hunters, shooting game for people who can't get firearms and hunt for themselves. They utilize everything from our trophies. I asked the PH why nobody guts these animals in the field for easier transport back to camp and he said it would lead to a riot if people found out he was leaving all that food out in the bush to rot.
The locals working as camp staff were exceptional in their understanding of customer service. They seemed genuinely offended if I didn't let them carry something for me. There was never any need to even try to get their attention, or interrupt their discussion of their weekend plans. We didn't think of them as servants, just service people who were very professional about their jobs. That element of the safari was really impressive to me.