Multiple Entry Visas Part 2: The law of the land

We arrive in Nelspruit, South Africa around 11:00 am and 38 degrees celcius. Our plan for the day is to be let off at our accommodation (Funky Monkey Backpacker's) and immediately begin researching our game drive into Krueger National Park.
We were dropped by the Mulenga's at our digs high on Van Wijk St. and had our host begin exploring our game drive opportunities. Since we were only in South Africa for less than 2 days, our options were limited. While our hostel host was researching, E and I decided to take a walk back into town for food and drink. During our ride into town from Mozambique, I had taken note of an establishment that beckoned our patronage.

So we made a bee-line for Paddy's Tavern. It was here our follies began. We were assailed upon by Pieter, the only non-black African in the joint. He was thrilled that other white people had come in and made it known - to all the other patrons - that we were "with him."

Now, let me make this known, that I (Jeff) am a tolerant man and I always try to give others the benefit of my doubt. That being said, drunken Afrikkans men are my least favorite people to spend time with. Erin and I finished our Castle lagers, kindly excused ourselves (after exchanging all of our details with Mr. Pieter) and stepped back out into the hot. It is true, though, that cold, Castle lager beer will make you strong and impervious to mingled odors.

After touring about town for a while, we decided it would be wise to locate the Mozambican Consulate in Nelspruit. We would drop off our passports the next morning and they would arrange our visas while we were on our game drive. Or so went the plan. We stopped into the post office to ask the location of the consulate. While they couldn't tell us where it was,they could call a friend, Luis, who worked there. The post office agent handed E the phone and she had a brief conversation with Luis who said he would come find us and take us to the consulate. This type of assistance is not uncommon in southern Africa as it seems that most people have (or take) the time to be neighborly. So, Luis arrives, walks us around the block, down a street and right to the front door of the consulate. He tells us what time it opens and when to expect our visas to be complete. Great! No Worries! It couldn't cost more than $20 - 30, right? I mean, that's what the travel guide said.