Ah how I miss mother Africa. Reminds me of shortly after I set forth on her hallowed soil. The local airline operated two pristine DC 3s, lovingly polished after each day's work. So much so that you could have thought that that below the windows was chromium plated. After accepting an offer of a day out to see the country, but "you might have to stand on the way home", off I went.
I ended up having to stand, hanging on just aft of the pilots, with 42 pax strapped in behind me, sometimes three to a pair of seats.
A really memorable day out, with the two DC 3s soldering on after nationalisation until someone tried to take-off with one with the rudder lock in place, not the captain's fault, it was the steward's responsibility to remove the lock!
I must have missed something about "full and free"!