I remember clearly the first time I flew on an aeroplane. It was October 1997 and the trip was from Johannesburg International to Louis Botha (Durban). The flight down was largely uneventful, but the return flight I remember quite vividly, and for a number of reasons.
The first reason I remember that flight is because I sat next to rugby legend, Naas Botha. There was an aisle separating us, and I recall how the manne sitting close by were hanging onto his every word. With the Currie Cup final looming, they were talking rugby the whole time, and from what I could gather there were no Sharks supporters in that conversation. As a die-hard Sharks fan I found the conversation quite amusing at times. (The Sharks were the reigning Currie Cup champions then).
The second, and probably the most important, reason I remembered that flight is because of the extreme…
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