I had a 1970 mini-moke in Zambia, and I reckon it was the only one running in that country at the time. It was always run after by local kids trying to hitch a ride. In the rainy season, hood up, it was a mobile swimming pool for two.
On Christmas Day 1975 I was stopped at an armed road block with my 18 month old son beside me asleep on the seat, arrested for not having my Driving Licence, and we spent four hours in a sweltering lock-up before being released to return to our flat where we had baked beans for our Christmas Dinner. My wife was having our second child 400 km distant, born on January 2 1976.
Can’t upload image of moke, all seem to be copyrighted by evil Google. 