Our drivers, on the other hand, felt that, since they were working as tour leaders, drivers and mechanics, they were exempt from this civility. Their only concession was to put on a T-shirt and sandals. With patience we usually won stand-offs because no border post wants to keep a busload of tourists idle when they could be out spending. Once again that was before we got to Nigeria or Zaire where no one thinks beyond tonite's beer. A further complication, in our case, was the multinational composition of the passengers.
Different nationalities incur different visa requirements.
A wants - for example, arms, food or money. My diary does not indicate any problems at this border although it is possible unexpected fees were levied. I do remember sitting at a roadblock shortly thereafter being scrutinized by a big army man with a big gun. During this time the Spousal Unit reached into an overhead storage compartment and extracted a small, square toiletries bag. Mr. Army mistook it for a camera and went ballistic because he thought she was photographing him.