Dark River: Journey Down The Zambezi

The sky was aglow with stars, untainted by any light pollution. I craned my neck for a better view, convinced that I’d never seen so many stars in my life. It was the first time I had ever seen the milky-way and it was beautiful. As I ventured away from the flimsy canvas tents, I… Read More

Wednesday, 9 June 2021

How to Survive Wild Camping in the African Bush

I mean literally survive! If you have read my blog posts about Zambia, you will know that I had some very hairy moments whilst wild camping. I came pretty close to not surviving the experience several times. Therefore, I may not necessarily be qualified for passing on any words of wisdom but you know what… Read More

Thursday, 8 June 2017

Last Day in Zambia

Dawn broke in Zambia, welcoming my final proper day in the wonderful country. Memories of yesterday still swam in my mind. Memories of the waterbuck we saw in the forest on the way back to our campsite after our morning in the village. Memories of the mother elephant we saw with her calf, just a… Read More

Wednesday, 8 August 2012

The Orphanage in Chiawa Village

The open-backed Land Cruiser jerked and juddered awkwardly over the uneven terrain, throwing us around in the back. I winced, holding on tightly to the metal bar at the side of the safari vehicle, the only means of safety in a vehicle void of seat-belts. I was in the lead vehicle in a convoy of… Read More

Monday, 6 August 2012

The Time I was Followed by Lions Through the Bush

Dead leaves crunched beneath my feet. Sunlight filtered down through the dense canopy above, painting the sandy earth below with dapples of illuminance. “Look!” Our guide exclaimed with excitement. I followed his gaze, expecting to find some magnificent creature but instead laying eyes on a very large pile of poop. Yes, really. Poop. He rushed… Read More

Sunday, 5 August 2012

Washed Adrift: The Last Day on The Zambezi

I awoke to see gentle rays of sunlight filtering into the tent. Morning already? I rubbed my sleepy eyes, not quite believing dawn could have broken. I stained my ears, hearing the faint murmuring of people who were already moving around. I heard the crackle of the campfire and the morning songs of familiar birds.… Read More

Friday, 3 August 2012

A Perfect Day on the Zambezi River

When I returned from my much-needed trip to pee on hippo island, I noticed the rest of the group rising and unzipping their tents. I was exhausted from so little sleep and still coming to terms with the fact that I had been chased by a hippo in the night. Even so, I could barely… Read More

Thursday, 2 August 2012

The Time I Was Chased by a Hippo Whilst Wild Camping

The crackling of our camp fire sounded in my ears as I sat shrouded in darkness. I moved my feet in small circles, feeling my shoes brush against the soft sand which made up the sand bank. I gazed into the orange and red flames which lapped viciously at the night air. Beyond them was… Read More

Day 1 on the Zambezi River: Close Calls with Hippos

I blinked open my weary eyes, rubbing sleep out of the corners and barely suppressing a yawn. It was early. Before 7am. Beyond the bottle green canvas of the tent I heard rustling and murmuring as the rest of the group rose and prepared for the day ahead of them. Beside me Emily was rummaging… Read More

Wednesday, 1 August 2012