Heym SR20
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I am rather glad I don't have any photos. She was a 40 something J'burg yuppy who had recently been divorced by her husband - size two or three times for clothes she was wearing - white jeans. Whined about everything - could n't plug her hair dryer in etc. She was accompanying a potential safari operator who was in his early 70's and should have known better. At that stage the Lower Zambezi was totally undeveloped - no camps or anything. I was had a job exploring it and finding potential camp operators to come down and have a look. Our camp was under a big sausage tree overlooking the river. We slept under the stars, black tie for dinner with a white table cloth but everything cooked on an open fire. Showers were bucket showers. And if you wanted a bath there was a large rock with a bath shaped hole worn into it that could be filled. No power. And to get there was 200km on winding track in low box in a series 2 landrover. It was magical.You know the rule…. If there is no photo then it didn’t happen![]()
I was in my early 20's - she was far more terrifying than any of wild animals down in the Lower Zambezi. I came to the conclusion that I loved the bush, but clients were a pain in the arse. I had the use of an old BRNO 375. I doubt it had fired many shots, but it had been carried for many many months in the bush. I had five rounds of ammo and I had to show these to the National Parks warden at the beggining and end of each trip. Ammo was hugely expensive if you could find it. And actually using it would result in big fines and lots of paperwork unless it was only used in a life saving situation.
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