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