Tag Archives: Frank Merryweather

Zambezi Delta

1973 still had some wild Africa in it for me before the year shut its door. After the birth of my daughter, I flew back to Beira and headed for the Zambezi to join the crew surveying its delta. We … Continue reading

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Helicopter Recce

Frank Merryweather, my foreman, Jack, and I, based ourselves in Marromeu, the village on the south bank of the Zambezi, near its delta to the Indian Ocean. It was the hub of the surrounding Sena Sugar Estate, which lay in … Continue reading

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MOZAMBIQUE – A Major Assault.

Under orders to head south from Alto Molocue to Mutarara on the Zambezi in Mozambique, Norman Trevor-Jones and I loaded our Land Rovers and left for Mocuba to spend the night there. Mocuba is the seat of the Mocuba district … Continue reading

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MOZAMBIQUE – Alto Molocue

4th June 1971. A twenty-four years old in a Land Rover, loaded with six months supplies and a rifle and shotgun stashed away, left Salisbury, Rhodesia, headed for Mozambique, via Malawi. Who was he, that lucky swine? Me!   I … Continue reading

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