‘Hang on, Dixie, you can’t go ashore before our good friends Ntandi and his colleagues have disembarked,’ Marty told her, joining them on deck again. His relaxed demeanour indicated he had satisfactorily concluded formalities with the Congolese government officials.
With the port officials gone, Marty finally got to clasp hands with Weeny, who was breathless after Dixie’s excited hug and the ACM’s backslapping.
‘I hadn’t imagined it would be you delivering the chopper, me laddo. Sure, it is enough he is lending us the Puma; but to see you again – it’s just great to see you! I take it you’ll be here long enough to bring Archie up to speed with the machine? Boy, we gotta bust us a can or two between us tonight before you leave.’
‘No can busting for us, Marty. More like I shall be busy bus
