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Though he sports a flowing white beard and fearsome blue eyes it is only his body that is aging, his mind is still sharp and witty. His friends call him “Mad dog” but in greater respect you will know him as “James”. A fiery, passionate writer who has experienced the wilds of Africa at a time and in a way that few can ever attest to. In his youth he hiked thousands of miles through dense trackless wilderness, entirely forsaking his urban upbringing, essentially living as one with the locals. I am fortunate to be able to bring you some of his experiences via my blog. His work is in my opinion truly historical. Read on and savour;
“About fifty years ago if one looked west from the Tjlodza Plateau in the wild south-east corner of Southern Rhodesia one would perhaps have discerned down below, in the distance two persons crossing the Lundi River. they occupied a dugout canoe, a heavy cumbersome contraption as manageable as a rabid dog.
Ellisi, from Mozambique, his dusky round face exhibiting profound concentration, peering from beneath a tattered black hat, plying an oarwith a singular lack of skill. I was the other occupant, humming a melody as I assisted rather ineffectually with a crooked pole. The dugout, roughly carved from the trunk of a single Sausage tree I had borrowed from the friendly Mashangaan ferryman. Our destination was the north bank of the river next to a patch of reeds where a herd of elephants had been drinking the previous evening. The mid-morning sun was pleasant, the shoreline enhanced by a verdant fringe of riverine forest. Crouching in the bows I was at peace with all about me”.
The photo above is of a pillar of sandstone standing out from the Tjlodza Plateau. Through a hole in the middle you can see the Lundi River in the background.
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