Stories of your Dad - by Rodney Cooper
Two memories really stick out in my mind. Around 1974, your grandfather invited my dad and I on a fishing trip to Zavora, Mozambique. I believe your grandfather went ahead of us, so I can't recall if your granny was there. Regardless, we had to pick your dad up very early one morning at Tamara, your family farm before heading out for our trip. Of course, your dad had been partying the night before, so it took a while to rouse him and get us all loaded into the bakkie for the drive to Mozambique. Once we arrived in Zavora, we spent what was probably three or four days fishing. Your grandpa Bob had built a boat on the farm out of plastic piping and fiberglass. It was a small boat – a bit cramped for the four of us – but we managed to fish in it and caught a bunch of fish. We even ventured far out to sea where land was out of sight. I'm pretty sure we didn't have any life jackets, and the little motor we had was barely enough to get us back and forth. On one return trip...
