Lunchtime Moz-y

I had lunch with my friend and ex-colleague Bruce, who is South African but has lived in the UK for years. He's usually got an interesting story about a corruption challenge he's facing in his work in Sierra Leone or tales from his days running a farm in Zambia. He used to support our work in Mozambique so he welcomed me tapping him for information. We ate a sandwich on a bench then strolled around the meadows near the city centre.

I'm generally getting two reactions to the announcement that I'm moving to Mozambique. Rarely a combination of both.

1. Broad agreement that it's an exciting professional and personal opportunity

2. 'Is it (conspiratorial whisper) ''ok''? You know...for....?'