Bassas Trip Report
AND SO IT STARTS …
In late 2010 over a glass of wine, MC Coetzer and Franz Hirschberg broached the question of which destination was going to be the target of 2011. This was short-lived tradition that had started in style in 2009 with an epic trip to the Richtersveld.
The discussion had barely begun when MC suggested, “What about Bassas da India”?
Bassas, the field of dreams
Bassas da India, a fabled adventure destination, is so remotely positioned halfway between Mozambique and Madagascar that what little information is available only adds to the mystique of discovery. Discovery is limited to the hardened few who are prepared to invest two weeks in fulfilling a dream.
A decision was made that it would happen and the investigation process kicked off in earnest.
With a concern over potential interference of the French (Bassas is a French protectorate) dealt with, quotes were requested from various operators and a preliminary budget established.
The next question: where does one find another four crazy individuals to join the party? This is not as simple as it may appear as issues of leave, finances, compatibility, etc. all need to be taken into account when considering this.
The vacancy list was quickly reduced to three as Jannie Visser, MC’s partner in crime, confirmed his attendance immediately, despite already having committed to a trip to Exmouth in Australia that would return only two weeks before the proposed departure. There were now two fluffers (primarily fly fishermen) and a single metal-head (popping and jigging) and the race was on to even the stakes. After a few enquiries three further names were penciled in. A further fluffer in the form of Denton Ingham-Brown and two very accomplished metal-heads in Andre van Wyk (Jigstar Africa) and Fernando Duarte from Angola.
GAME ON!
After considering a number of criteria, all of which proved irrelevant in the end, it was decided to go with Island Castaways’ yacht, Sarah, which is operated out of Vilanculo by Craig and Shelly Garret. This turned out to be an inspired choice with Craig proving the perfect muse and partner in crime to the crazy brotherhood now established.
In short succession in late February, flights were confirmed, deposits paid and the date confirmed, 27 May to 7 June it would be!
What followed can only be compared to a tsunami of keyboard fishing!
The productivity in several key southern African industries dipped markedly as email servers groaned under the burden of long discussions about all things fishing, related from suitable attire (you must look good after all ☺) to how most effectively to target the parrots on the atoll with the mystical whispered crab fly pattern. The outcome of the discussions had similar consequences with bank accounts emptied in pursuit of the perfect combinations, while the fluffers remained permanently goofed in an epoxy inhalation daze as every free moment was dedicated to tying flies.
All too soon the date drew nearer.
The challenge then became how the hell to fit the product of months of dreams, purchases and hard labour into 30kg of luggage per person. This proved a futile exercise as, despite pre-shipping 65kg of jigs being pre-shipped, we still remained 50+kg overweight. There was no choice and the team of six became a team of seven, number seven being passenger M Oreshit, composed of rods, reels and heaps of tackle.
We were not going to be shortchanged!
Fernando landed in Cape Town late on the evening of 26 May to be greeted by typical winter weather. In between fits of shivers aided only by a few glasses of red wine, he and Franz spent the evening watching DVDs and debating whether any sleep would be possible.
Rather bleary-eyed early on Friday 27 June, the remaining troops amassed at CT International to kick off the epic trip.
Despite the early hour and inclement weather, spirits were high and the banter and trash talking immediately began. While many of us had not yet met, the dynamic felt right, the perfect omen for the coming weeks and a great relief. After all, there is no escape 300 miles to sea!
CT International and OR Thambo flew by in a blur of check-ins, last-minute smokes and duty free before we were herded by the incredible staff of Federal Air to the plane.
The plane … let’s pause for a moment here.
Having passed all the normal airlines typical jets, we were presented with a tiny twin prop. It was clear when looking through the back door that our tackle was testing the suspension and as we boarded we were encouraged to help ourselves to refreshments from a cooler box at the base of the stairs. An offer extended with a commensurate caution that there were no toilets on board.
What ever you do never confuse Fishing With catching Fish !!!!
Fish Are Friends Not Food
But your reasoning has a fatal flaw; it overlooks the fact that to comprehend it requires that one rub a few brain cells against each other. The heat thus generated produces the light that illuminates the fact, but alas, not everybody has the resource required to fuel the process --SG
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