First Adventure

In the school holidays I would call one of my fishing friends early in the morning and hear if he was up for a little “expedition” down the Olifants River, our only river in the area. 

Armed with our fishing rods, a sandwich (just in case) and a few bottles of water, we would set off in our canoes down the river for a day of fun and adventure.

By no means was the river like the great Mississippi in the book Tom Sawyer, but it was the only body of water we had and boy did we enjoy our little river adventures.

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For the love of...

This love (or some will say obsession) for water and boats, where did it all start?

My wife would love to know the answer to that.

It all started with a young boy lying on his back day dreaming in a canoe…in the middle of a small swimming pool in a semi dessert area in South Africa. 

While drifting off to imagined adventures on the water a seed was sown and a floating soul was born.

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