This past week our house has been a hive of activity as preparations were made for Mozambique 2011. If you missed what this is all about you can read the background to it here. As predicted the piles of equipment etc grew alarmingly as all the stuff needed for the fishing expedition were gathered. Food was bought and repackaged. Even bait (used, I’m told, to lure specific fish species) was sourced from all over South Africa! My role in all this was mainly to see that the clothing side of things was taken care of i.e. I did a lot of laundry. Although I have to say with the advent of more “technical clothing” in Willie’s wardrobe this has become a lot easier. Estie, Willie’s twin sister, dispatched a whole lot of “reel bags” (bags to protect fishing reels) which she had kindly sewn for him. Since I’m not good at sewing, I was grateful for her input!
So after seeing those photographs of beautiful tropical beaches, azure skies and aquamarine seas that I included in the first post, you’re might be asking why I did not going along. The answer is that I could have if I’d wanted to, but for various reasons even the beauty of the Mozambique coast wasn’t that appealing. I’ve struggled health-wise through a long hot and humid summer. Since most of my migraines are triggered by heat and humidity, the thought of subjecting myself to a tropical climate i.e. a hot and humid one, really didn’t fill me with a spirit of adventure. Then this is a fishing expedition. To understand this concept fully, one has to have a partner who is an avid fisherman or woman. These guys (and occasionally girls) spend all their waking hours during a trip fishing or indulging in fishing related activities. It’s okay if you’re into fishing too, but doesn’t make for a relaxed, romantic getaway if you’re not. In fact, from previous experience, the non-fishing partner is left pretty much to entertain themselves. Which, if you’re in a very remote location with little general sightseeing opportunities, is not that interesting. With my aversion to the sun, it doesn’t leave a lot to do. Finally, my idea of a fun tropical holiday is not the same as Willie’s. His involves tents pitched on the beach. Again, this might sound like fun, unless you know about the sand fleas and who knows what other creepy crawlies you’ll have to share your tent with. Mine is more of a “wooden huts on stilts above the water” kind of thing. See the photos below.
This year two ladies have gone along – the wife and sister of one of the guys. “The Wife” (not sure if she wants to be mentioned by name), because she likes being outdoors and is a relatively recent newlywed. “The Sister” because she’s up for an adventure, and has I presume been convinced by “The Wife” that this is a good idea. The rest of the longer married ladies normally opt to stay home, and have some quiet time to do what they normally never get time to do. This time around an old (in terms of years of acquaintance, not age) friend of mine is coming to stay with me. Which I’m very excited about, because we’ll be able to spend some quality “girl time” together.
So yesterday morning everybody got together at our house, to do the final loading of the vehicles before heading off. While the guys were rearranging the vehicles, and loading up the kayaks, I got an opportunity to speak to the two women going along. It seems they’ve done their homework – looked at photos of previous fishing expeditions, listened to the stories about the trips, even checked out the “lay of the land” on Google Earth. They’ve thought of various possible “problems” and made sure to take along plenty of entertainment. They should be fine . . .
The Mozambique 2011 Series: