Wild Camping in Lower-Zambezi National Park, Zambia & Zimbabwe
In July 2012, I flew to Zambia. This was my first trip to Africa and I instantly fell in love with the continent.
This adventure was actually a trip run by my school. It was the first time they organised this exact trip and was likely the last. Turns out, wild camping and canoeing down the Zambezi river (which runs as a border between the countries of Zambia and Zimbabwe) is not for the faint-hearted.
This trip was certainly an experience filled with close encounters and nail-biting experiences with the local wildlife.
I could never have expected exactly what lay in-store for me.
Below is a chronological list of all my blog posts from this trip.
Africa. I've always had a fascination with this content. For as long as I can remember, I would sit eagerly in front of the TV screen, flicking between the Discovery Channel, Animal Planet and National Geographic for anything Africa-related. The continent just seemed to scream my name. The wildlife, the vast untouched wilderness, the unique… Read More
Tuesday, 31 July 2012
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
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
Thursday, 2 August 2012
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
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
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
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
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