Saga Of The Missing Plate
While camped at Pomene in Mozambique, someone undoubtedly thought they needed my number plate more than I did and subsequently removed it from my vehicle during the night while I slept. I did not notice that it was missing when we packed up camp in the morning and happily drove off heading for Inhambane. It was only when I stopped some 20km down the road to view the scenery that my wife saw that the rear plate was missing.
Packed in the vehicle was a piece of 6mm temper board which was painted white, it doubled as a bread board come surfing plank and was about to be fashioned into a number plate. Using a hack-saw I managed to cut the temper board to number plate size. A screwdriver was used to bore the bolt holes while my son Barry cut strips of insulation tape to form the letters and numbers. Once complete and fitted to the vehicle it looked pretty good and satisfied the police at two check points. I was questioned by the police about the colour of the letters / numbers, which in South Africa should be blue. On both occasions the Mozambique police accepted my explanation and allowed me to continue my journey without issuing a fine.