And this one is for Bill, I’m sure he will love it !
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Oh, it’s Miss Kitty ! 
Tell you now that if that ever appeared around here on the roads then Gay would take on a whole new meaning 
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And it reminds me, sadly, of the Datsun pickups in Saudi, Dad and the male kids in the cab, with Mam and the girls in the back, trying desperatly to keep ‘modestly’ ‘covered up’! 
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. 
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Like this one, Peter?
What an experience, for you, wow. I couldn’t ‘like’ your post, because it seemed was incredibly stressful… Anyway, I thought I’d offer an image in case helpful.
This is a 1967… Triceratops for hood ornament seemed a nice touch.
Well, thanks Mary! 
Good to see the moke, and ours was green with an ‘all-weather’ canopy that didn’t take account of sub-tropical torrents of vertical stair-rod rain.
It’s history now, but the moke-image brought it momentarily back. It was during the UDI crisis in Rhodesia when Zambia was ‘under seige’ from apartheid régimes to the south, and everyone north of the Zambesi was rather nervy. How quickly people forget the history of sub-Saharan colonialisation! Life in Zambia was very tough, as all the viable supply routes were through the apartheid south, and their intention was to choke off trade and essential supplies and crush opposition.
It failed, and we all survived.
Thanks again for your fellow-feeling and for providing the cheerful pic. 
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It’s a real beaut! More details please!
That’s the guy! It lacked a boot, so I had a tin box welded to the back with a heavy pad lock to secure local shopping. I think the reason it was never pinched was its extreme visibility, and the fact that we were widely known to be the owners., and too far from the Congo border for it to have been exported thither easily, as often happened. I lost a VW beetle that way within two days of arriving in Zambia via South Africa and Rhodesia in 1970.
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I wish I owned this. Sorry to say, it’s just a pic off the web. My dad owned a green Travelall that he drove (with his second wife, pregnant and with morning sickness) my brother and me, from Massachusetts to Wisconsin (a long trek) … well, it was 1969 and 1970, each summer. So maybe while you were traveling in the moke I was traveling in the travelall… I have had a love for travelalls ever since.
We two sibs were camped out most of the ride in the far back, so it might be a bit strange to have nostalgia for such a bumpy ride (Travelalls were not known for good shock absorption).
It was an adventure and well, it was with Dad.
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Great story, Mary. Those were truly the good old barn-storming days, before we got accro’d to our smartphones and virtual living! 
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Ah, sweet memories of The Prisoner, Patrick McGoohan and the iconic mini mokes…
You must have been there same time/ish, as I was working in Saudi, with a fella who had worked in the copper mines there Pete, he was not a Zambia fan 
That’s much the tale my workmate in Saudi told Pete, about Zambia.
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Quite a few expat recruits to the mines were hostile to Zambian independence, because “the blacks want our (supervisory) jobs”.
My next door neighbour lasted two days after settling in his new three bedroomed bungalow, fully furnished, and pocketing his generous “settling-in” allowance. He loaded all the brand new white goods and as much new furniture as he could into ‘his’ by(free) brand new pick-up, and drove over the border to Rhodesia to start over.
Some of those fellows were skilled men, Bill, but at heart they were deeply racist oiks. They used to joke that the best use for the munts underground was as pit props,J ust hammered into place
I believe you Pete, a lot in Saudi were the same, but kept quiet, proud folk Saudis, Mohammed ibn Abdullah, my understudy, was a great guy, clever and kind man.
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Oh dear Peter…
Such Racist folk make things so unnecessarily difficult and unpleasant…
I reckon they would not relish suffering the same fate they wished on the folk they called “munts”… 
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“Ragheads” was the stupid derogatory term used by ‘some idiots’ in Saudi.
It was good to see them find themselves, unexpectedly, in a taxi to the airport, for a variety of reasons. 