Zambezi Daydreams

In early May of this year Jana and I had the immense good fortune to undertake a little exploration in Zambia. It was a fact finding mission visiting three national parks over fourteen nights and unwittingly, during the adventure, we fell head over heels in love with the Lower Zambezi National Park.

Lords of the Wilderness

I have just returned from a magnificent fifteen nights guiding a wonderful family from California through my very favorite parts of Kenya and Tanzania. The expedition was extremely varied in landscapes and experiences and incredibly joyful throughout. For me, our grand finale in the Mahale Mountains National Park was the highlight of all.

Wordless in the Serengeti

Nyuki grew up near the Kakesio village, south of the Serengeti National Park and north of lake Eyasi which is exactly where we travelled to hang out with him in January. He speaks no English and very little Kiswahili, not that the latter would have helped us much as my own Swahili has tarnished beyond recognition during a recent absence from Tanzania.

There are many strings to the Hadza bow.

I’m a child of the eighties born into the western developed world and named after a ridiculous pop star with a regrettable haircut. This means that in my lifetime I will eat about two and a half tonnes of chicken, perhaps the same amount of beef (though hopefully less). I’ll drink around 15 thousand beers (that’s probably too modest, I’m British). I’ll brush my teeth with one hundred and fifty toothbrushes and I’ll sing horribly in about thirty thousand showers sending 2.6 million litres of water down a drain. Njile, Gongo and Tabo are Hadzabe. This means they won’t.

Sculpting A Giant

Perched upon a little stool and bathed in the rosy tones of a late East African afternoon, we find a man feverish with concentration and excitement. His head and shoulders remain quite still as his quick fingers grab, knead, pinch, pull and press the modelling clay on the table in front of him.

Perhaps there has never been a better time to straddle a camel and mosey off into the African wilderness in search of adventure.

A bright soul with a sharp mind once told me: “one should never give unsolicited advice dear boy, for the intelligent don’t need it and the foolish won’t take it!” A glaring contradiction in its delivery, granted, yet it struck me that this was guidance worth taking and I’ve tried my best to follow it since. I will however go against this better judgement today to impart towards you few enlightened, faithful folk, a nugget of knowledge so great in its consequence to your own potential wellbeing that it would be irresponsible, nigh churlish, of me not to share it. Prick up those ears my precious darlings, this is the earth shatteringly vital bit you have to absorb (you can skim past the rest if you must).

Notes Upon The Ebb & Flow – Part Two

Our coffee and toast is serenaded by the cracking branches and rumbling vocalisations of a herd of elephants as they move around the outskirts of camp. They pause to feed in the thicket to our south and this is encouragement enough for us to drop breakfast and head off with Kane.

Notes Upon The Ebb & Flow – Part One

In May this year Jana and I had the enormous privilege of returning to Botswana. It was a three-week expedition brim-full with countless safari highlights, but the centrepiece of our adventure was joining the Great Plains Conservation team for four nights and five days, out in the sticks, on their Selinda Adventure Trail.

There’s Life in the Old Blog Yet

To our dear friends out there in cyberspace, I trust this finds you all hale and hearty? It’s been too long indeed and this has been a matter of hot debate in our rather mobile household. Particularly so, when approaching the topic of resuscitating this blog. I was of the opinion we could just get cracking with a yarn or two from out in the sticks accompanied by a jaunty picture of me in my khakis. Jana, however, felt our outrageously long absence required, at the very least, some acknowledgement. Even if we are found wanting when it comes to an assortment of believable explanations.

Heading south, exploring the sunshine state…

I’m spending the “bonus” day of 2016 in transit from Greenwich, CT to Miami, Fl. In an attempt to keep myself conscious, I’m jotting a few safari notes between moments of peeping out the window and spying the endless sandy beaches of what I think to be North Carolina. This should keep me awake.