Potholes and pink vehicles

My Australian friend in the Middle East used to refer to the Omani drivers as `approximate drivers', as in driving approximately at the speed limit and sticking approximately to the rules of the road. Mozambiquan drivers are a sort of extreme approximate version. Which is to be expected since many of the cars on the road out here appear to be approximate cars, with lights missing, smashed windscreens and no mirrors of any sort. What is not rivetted on (I kid you not - even those itty-bitty side indicator lights are rivetted on with a strip of metal holding them down) is stolen on a regular basis, to be sold back to unsuspecting motorists at the next street corner.
The MEAD (Mozambiquan Extreme Approximate Drivers) drive on whatever side of the road has less potholes, completely disregard oncoming traffic and take any sign of weakness (known as courtesy in other parts of the world) as a chance to squeeze their car in front of yours - along with the five other cars squeezing into the same space, usually at the same time. Hooting is allowed, but it is considered rude to get annoyed.
Any-way, last night the family took a quick run into Maputo for pizza and gin and tonic at the bustling hub that is Mundo's. After being served by a surly waiter who slammed down the drinks and referred to our smallest offspring as `the kid', we made our way through some of the more picturesque streets, back towards home.
Driving in approximately the same direction was a metallic pink micra type bug vehicle, steered by a large Mozambiquan lady. The car must be a recent acquisition, because the driver was steering it most carefully to avoid the major potholes (that's another story). Her attention was so focussed on avoiding the potholes, that she steered carefully at an angle across the road and towards the side of our car. DB, being a sort of extreme driver himself, nipped out of the way, skillfully avoiding the approximate pedestrians who were sauntering across the road. The metallic pink bug then carefully zig-zagged the other way. The large lady driver didn't once look in our direction. All her attention was focussed on the holes in the road. We watched her progress in the rear view mirror as she zig-zagged slowly down the road, seemingly unaware of the traffic around her. (To be fair, there was a certain degree of zig-zagging going on there too). There were a couple of police officers on the corner ahead. They glanced down the road, obviously concluded that nothing unusual was happening, and went back to their discussion.
The MEAD rules! And, after a year in the country, I remain too chicken to drive into town.