The adventure had started
After a short stopover at Skukuza, we were en route to Vilanculo. Vilanculo airport turned out to be a pleasant surprise and was extremely organised after a recent facelift. Luggage was collected (all of which had arrived safely, including passenger M Oreshit) and we emerged from the terminal building to the customary warm Mozambique welcome. Craig was waiting for us and he watched with a quiet sense of disbelief as we loaded our huge amount of baggage into the shuttle and set off.
After a brief stop for last-minute shopping at the local hypermarket (Moz-style of course), and fending off numerous offers of quality ganja, we made our way to the beach from where our baggage would be transferred to the yacht via the tender.
The first sighting of Yacht Sarah was very special. We all took in our first impressions of what would be our home for the next 13 days.
As morning dawned, so did the realisation that we were now miles out to sea. The travel to and from Bassas proved to be a really awesome time as the team sat around sharing stories, ideas and prepping tackle for the battles ahead.
It is hard to describe the freedom of having absolutely nothing but open sea around you. It is a silent and very personal place that you often slip back to when given the chance.
We did troll of course, but alas even after 36 hours, no takers emerged for our offerings that were diligently smoking in the wake. As afternoon merged into night, well fed, the tension built palatably in anticipation of finally seeing Bassas the next day.
Slowly a speck on the horizon grew into one of the many wrecks that are scattered around the atoll. We had arrived!
TO BE CONTINUED.......
