Do not even bother.

What a truly South African experience! Our "expert" was 30-40 minutes late, reeking of alcohol. We all missed our appointments of course and had to wait for whatever gap became available.

That is not where it ended. The gentleman reeked as if he had been pickled in beer, and had the glossy eyes to go along with it. Given his lack of assistance with the application forms (we all just handed in our documents to the lady behind the counter), I concluded that he was still suffering from the effects of a truly stupendous evening.

He spent the rest of my time there chatting to the ladies behind the counter, not assisting in herding us to the counter or anything. Job creation I suppose is a national priority, but my word at what cost to the rest of us.