Showing posts with label Sinoia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sinoia. Show all posts

Thursday, 16 October 2014

A new show jumper and an amazing trip to Beira in Mozambique.

Sorry about the long break but time is not always on my side!!
In July 1962, the gelding ‘Mr Smith’ joined my show jumping string. We had bought him just before the Sinoia Show and the show jumping Derby that month, with the understanding that we would only take him over after the event. David Stubbs from South Africa had been booked by the seller to come up to Rhodesia for the show to ride him. To my delight, he won the Derby, but this of course made life all the more difficult for me, as I had to prove that I was able to ride him equally well! 
Only one month later, 'Mr Smith' and I entered the six-bar event at Salisbury Show. "Six-bar" means a competition where riders jump six fences set in a straight line. The fences are equally spaced, the first fence being the lowest and each subsequent fence is higher than the one before. 

I was over-the-moon when we won the  event, clearing just over six feet on the final fence.This was certainly the highest fence that I had yet  experienced!

Mr Smith and myself winning the 6 Bar event.

In August, I was more than proud and pleased to be selected to jump for the Rhodesian team at the week-long International show in Beira, Mozambique. All expenses would be paid for my travel and two horses, Hy-Li-Li and Mr Smith. Mum said that she would like to come with me; naturally, she would pay for herself. The Mozambique authorities objected to that idea;  they generously insisted that Mum's expenses would be settled as well!




Mr Smith jumping the wall in another event at Salisbury show.

We had the most amazing trip and a show that I will certainly never forget, even though we had no wins and only places in each event. The Portuguese people were fantastic hosts and 
our every whim seemed to be catered for! On arrival, we discovered that all the horses had been unloaded from the train they had travelled down on, and put into spacious stables at the army base. 

Our hotel rooms were ready and waiting and we were taken on a trip to see the arena that had been set up for the show. It was a large indoor stadium and the floor had been laid with thick rubber matting that had been covered with sand. This was a first for the Rhodesian team, as none of us had ever competed indoors before and I suspect it may have been a first for the South Africans as well. Three countries would be competing, Rhodesia, South Africa and Mozambique. Our first reaction was how the horses would respond to being inside, with a large crowd very close by. We need not have worried, as they all just took it in their stride, other than on one occasion which I will mention in a moment.

The first two days of the show went well and ‘Smith’ managed a fourth and a fifth place. Hy-Li-Li became the favourite of the crowd and, it seemed, of the judges as well; each time she appeared, everyone was chanting a chorus of ‘Hy-Lee-Lee, Hy-Lee-Lee’!! She obviously enjoyed all of this and pranced and bucked like she never had before, showing off to every one’s delight. In one event, where she finished seventh, she was suddenly called forward at the prize giving as in seventh place. In every other event during the whole show, only 6 places were in the line up; proof that that she was loved by the judges and the crowd too! On the third and fourth days, we were all taken off for a two day safari in the large game reserve close by, while our horses were well looked after by the army stable hands. Mum was included in this trip which a great experience as we saw masses of game including the big five of lion, elephant, rhinoceros, buffalo and leopard!

On our return to Beira, we  had the main event of the team show jumping and this fell on my nineteenth birthday! All the horses jumped well, but South Africa outstripped us when jumping against the clock, so the final result was South Africa first, Rhodesia second and Mozambique third. We all went in for the final prize giving, myself on Mr Smith who had been the perfect gentleman throughout the show. After the team prizes had been presented, we were all asked to stay in our places for a special presentation. Two of the largest bouquets of flowers I had ever seen were brought out and presented, one to myself and the other to Maria Fernandes of the Mozambique team. The brass band then struck up very loudly with 'Happy Birthday' which sent most of the horses into complete turmoil, ‘Smith', included, which was all the more difficult for me to control because of the large bouquet in my arms! With no damage done and no riders on the ground, we all managed to regain control, cantering slowly around the arena before making our way out. I discovered afterwards it was Maria’s 19th birthday as well, and she was as surprised as I was by the whole presentation!

A Mozambique magazine featured a 7 page article on the whole event, of which page one, plus a photo you can see below. I apologise for the quality of the images, but they did not photocopy well!

Page 1 of the article.  The person who sent it to us marked it all with red arrows and underlining.

Trying to hold on to flowers and Mr Smith when the band broke out with Happy Birthday!

Mr Smith and myself again at Salisbury Show and below.



My Life Before Charente to be continued :-) 

 
The section of my life story during our overland trip is published on Kindle if you should be interested:-
 THE GREAT 1953 TREK
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Monday, 8 April 2013

Arrival in Southern Rhodesia - at last!

March 13 1953 (Friday) Land Mileage 7140 


What a pleasure to wake up inside a hotel and not have the inconvenience of rain and a wet Land Rover!   Breakfast cooked for us was total luxury after the last few days. We filled the tanks up with fuel once more and we were on the road again soon after 08h00. The road was a great improvement on the surfaces of recent days and we quite enjoyed the 82 mile trip  to Kapiri M'Poshi.

This was just a small railway station with a hotel, petrol and stores. We were there by mid-morning, but decided that we should top up again with fuel while we were able. Carrying on from there through Broken Hill, we had a lunch time break and drove onto Lusaka, the capital of Northern Rhodesia. We found a Land Rover agent there and Dad bought a new speedo cable, as ours was behaving in a very strange manner!   We had been told that we needed to report to Customs here, so maybe that was why the Ndola Customs officials were not interested in finding out who we were!   We had no problems and after leaving Lusaka, we saw our first snake on the road. We had no idea what kind it was, but so long as we were a safe distance from it, we did not really care too much. Although we were all used to snakes, when the species was unknown and the possibility of it being poisonous was quite a strong possibility, precaution was the order of the day! 

We carried on to the small village of Kafue, where we filled up with fuel yet again and then up to the bank of the Kafue River, where we expected to find another ferry. Here we had a wonderful surprise - they had just completed a bridge across the river!   We carried on for some distance stopping at 17h30 in a quarry for the night. We lit a fire and had an enjoyable evening sitting by the fire having a chat, knowing that if all went well, we should arrive at our destination the very next day. 

March 14 1953 (Saturday) Land Mileage 7414 

We were up at 06h00, feeling quite excited now that journey's end was in sight. We had a good tidy up and breakfast before we hit the road at 07h00. We arrived at the Northern/Southern Rhodesia border an hour later.
First view of the Otto Beit Bridge, built in 1938 by the Cleveland Bridge and Engineering Company, crossing the mighty Zambezi river, which forms the border between Northern Rhodesia and Southern Rhodesia (Now Zambia and Zimbabwe). It was the first modern suspension bridge outside the USA built with parallel wire cables.
We passed very quickly through Customs and then Dad drove across the bridge, sited near Chirundu Gorge. Mum, David and I walked across the bridge with shouts of joy; we had at last arrived in Southern Rhodesia!!

Mum, myself and David walking over the bridge. Note, I have my pith helmet on !
We went into the Customs and Immigration on the other side of the bridge and found we had more forms to fill in here, than at any other point of the journey! 

We still had a day's drive ahead of us, so we were soon on our way again, passing through large valleys and thick vegetation. We kept our eyes on the road ahead, hoping that we were not going to come across another angry elephant!

We were then stopped by a guy with a net and a large fly spray; he sprayed out the vehicle before allowing us to proceed through a chamber and out the other side. We discovered later that this was to prevent the spread of the tsetse fly. There are 22 different species of tsetse fly, and they live only in Africa. These flies are slightly larger than a horsefly, breeding along rivers and streams. They are active during the day and both male and female feed exclusively on blood. The bite is extremely painful and very itchy. 

Tsetse flies are an enormous health risk in parts of Africa. They can transmit a disease called trypanosomiasis, an infection of the central nervous system. Rhodesian trypanosomiasis, also known as nagana, is transmitted from animal to animal and mostly affects cattle, horses, and wild animals although humans can be infected. The Gambian form only affects humans and is commonly called sleeping sickness. The flies are hard to control, and tsetse fly infestation was at this time becoming more and more serious in Africa.  To the best of my knowledge, the problem is now mainly under control, but cases of  trypanosomiasis still appear from  time to time in Zimbabwe.

We stopped at noon for a short break and then carried on to the small town of Sinoia. Just after this we came across some young lads who had managed to drive their Morris Minor into a ditch. Dad brought out the tow rope and with the help of the winch, we soon had them happily on their way to the dance  they were going to. Hopefully, after the occupants had taken on a few drinks, the Morris Minor did not end up in the same predicament again! 

We carried on through the villages of Banket and Darwendale, on what was called a strip road. This consisted of two continuous strips of tarmac, set  far enough apart to take the wheels of a car. Approaching vehicles each moved to one side for passing, so that the right hand wheels of each  car were set on the left hand strip and the left side wheels were in the dirt .   The arrangement was certainly a great improvement on what we had been driving on previously. On arriving at the suburbs of Salisbury along the Lomagundi Road, we found ourselves eventually on full tarmac. This was bliss!!    We pulled into the parking area outside the very posh Miekles Hotel at 17h15. Salisbury was the largest city in Southern Rhodesia and the capital. We had travelled 7736 miles without a single puncture, and thanks to my Dad's engineering background, all the other problems that we had encountered were easily solved. 

Dad went off to book into the hotel, but came out with a very glum expression on his face. He had been told that there were no rooms available. A gentleman who was standing near the entrance of the hotel obviously had overheard us and asked what the problem was. We told him that we had just arrived having driven from the U.K. and we were in desperate need of a hotel for the night; did he have any ideas where we could go, as we needed a suite if possible?  

He asked us how we would pay, and receiving our answer of traveller's cheques, he went into the hotel, returning after a short time to tell us a suite was arranged. We later discovered he was the manager, and that we had been turned away originally as they thought we looked so scruffy, that we would not be able to afford to stay there! By the time we had bathed and changed we looked a little more respectable when we came down to dinner.
Meikles Hotel
 The photo that was taken the following day, published in both the Rhodesian Herald and the Bath Chronicle back in England.

The view from our suite in Meikles hotel overlooking Cecil Square. There was a flower market at Cecil Square every day; this looks as if this is exactly what was captured in this photo. 

My Life Before Charente to be continued :-) 

 
The section of my life story during our overland trip is published on Kindle if you should be interested:-
 THE GREAT 1953 TREK
See
 http://www.amazon.co.uk/THE-GREAT-1953-TREK-ebook/dp/B008KK0KHU/ref=pd_ys_iyr1