Wet and wild

Wet and wild

Sue Segar is sitting by the waters of Babylon – in Zambia.

It’s sunset, and here we are sitting on a boat in the middle of the lower Zambezi, fishing and drinking – cans and cans of those wonderful Zambian beers called Mosi – while pods of hippos go plip plop around us and crocodiles slither sneakily off the river bank into the water.

Not a soul to be seen, except me, the bubbly blonde PR and the bloke from the Sunday Times, who has the longest lens I’ve ever seen – each of us with a can in one hand and a rod in the other – and our guide, actually, our angling guide, Moses Tembo, he with the talent for pulling four big fish out of the water, consecutively, just for bait – while we would happily have just put those same four fish in the cool-box and claimed them as our catch of the day.

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