WINGS OVER AFRICA
Dec 10, 2021
3 minutes
Words Chris Marais
2003, Bulawayo, Zimbabwe. ʻHappy days,ʼ says Colin Bristow as he passes me the airsick bag and flies into a cloud somewhere over Zim.
I am temporarily insane. Who else chugs heavy anti-malaria tablets with a half-bottle of home-grown tequila, scarfs a serious breakfast and goes flying in a little Cessna 210 at noon, when thereʼs nothing up there but tatty modern-day pterodactyls, bad-news thermals and a bush pilot with evil intentions?
This hell in my head begins the day before at home in Joburg. We have just
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