The mouth of the Zambezi River is spectacular, just don’t do it in a bass boat!!!
What where we thinking!!!???Where we thinking?! It was the first place on the journey where I had no cell phone signal thankfully we had a satphone from evosat and made a few “we are ok calls” when we set up camp for the night.
Ridiculous. Never had an experience like this in my life. 100km of the wildest Zambezi in a bass boat. The six of us were squeezed in between our gear like socks in an over-night bag. We spent as much time stuck on sandbanks in the middle of the river as we did traveling down it. Bright green and yellow crocks sliding into the water 50 feet away, and us with no choice but to get into the water and drag our boat free. (Never mind the hippos and Zambezi sharks). Awesome! Better than a burning plane!
When we finally hit the salty river mouth, we set up camp and started preparing supper, while Darren spent an hour-and-a-half wrestling with the hugest sand shark I’ve ever seen. When he finally pulled it from the water, (on something like a five-pound line, mind you), he held its tail at his shoulder, and its nose rested on the ground. And Darren’s no shorty; it was a massive fish. You just don’t see fish that size anymore. What a pleasure to behold such a battle between man and nature, especially considering our surroundings and the circumstances of our being there. It was beautiful to watch the shark swim away as Darren released it. Needless to say our trip back up the river the following day was not without event.
Danny Kodesh – Camera
