When the cat’s away

Chalala lagoon, when the lake was full, provided a large playground for those who had the inclination – particularly in the early days. Once a month Dad would ferry the month’s catch across the lake to Kariba and return the following day with salt and goods for the store.
Mike and I had everything planned and the moment Lady Meeden (the name of the transport boat) went hull-down on the horizon we were out there. We gave no heed to the havoc our bow waves caused among the moored boats nor did we stop to think about the massive lurking crocodiles.

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  1. I know how terrifying it was for you .. I felt it too.. as your sister… I remember being pushed out of the boat in the middle of the reeds – crocodile country! I jumped back into the boat as quickly as I could, and my stepmother took a photo to save the occasion! I remember our little sister Laura had an ABC book with photos. Our stepmother used this awkward and terrifying picture under the letter J for Judy.

    1. It wasn’t terrifying it was exhilarating. I have other memories that were terrifying – involving crocodile country – but this isn’t one of them.

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