One's usual experience when fishing in Binga is heat glorious heat!! However last weekend in Binga it was not only mighty chilly but also raining! Fishing in a woolly hat is unusual, and fishing in a jacket and a knee rug is pretty nigh impossible!! Added to that, fishing in a month without an 'R' in it means one is unlikely to catch anything.......
Our hardened Binga fishermen tried hard to be macho and wear shorts and tee shirts but after two hours in the pouring rain, all Zimbo Manliness was cast aside!! Instead of ice cold Pilsener, coffee was packed, instead of sunscreen - socks and tracksuits were used in abundance, it was indeed an unusual state of affairs!!
HeeHoo absolutely refuses to sleep in a cabin and as usual we slept on the top deck! Mosquito nets were not necessary as any unfortunate 'goggo' (Zimbo name for insect) was hard pressed to even fly in that wind!! However it was unusual to see HeeHoo encased in multiple blankets, warm P.J.s, a woollen scarf and a beanie! My face was frozen and I thought longingly of the balaclavas we left behind in Sweden!!
As for not catching fish in months spelt without an 'R' ...... we were lucky enough to catch more than our official quota of fish!! Just enough for a generous fish and chip supper, and then, of course 'catch and release' came into play! It was mainly bream, as the tiger fish were of course safely in the warmth at the bottom of the lake!!
The total absence of hippo was once again sadly noticable and the crocs were certainly not sunbathing on the sandbanks.