Category Archives: Malawi

Most memorable wildlife encounters

As you may have read in my previous post, during my time in Africa I visited a fair few game reserves/national parks and during that time, as you might expect, I took a few photos.

About 41 thousand of them, to be (slightly less than) exact.

Some of them have made their way onto these pages and if you’ve been following my posts, I hope they haven’t bored you all to tears.  This post is my attempt to pick out those encounters (not all of which resulted in usable photos) which stick in my memory as the ‘best’, for some reason or another.

Hopefully this selection gives an indication of what Africa has to offer although of course its impossible to cover the vast diversity of wildlife the continent has in just one post.  If nothing else, it hopefully shows that there is more to Africa than ‘the big 5’.

25 – Cheeky monkeys  & exhibitionist baboons

Oh sure, they look cute, I give you that. Or at least, they do when they’re sitting around, playing with their siblings, riding on their parent’s back or grooming each other.

Monkeys at the lunch stop

However they are less ‘cute’ when you’re trying to eat lunch ; take your eyes (or hands) off your food for a split second and the little sh*ts are in like a shot to steal it.

Now its funny the first time it happens, particularly so if it happens to someone else and you can laugh about it at their expense.  After a while it gets a bit annoying and at one point I actually had a tug of war with one of these little devils as it tried to steal a samosa from my hands as I was eating!  It won, I am ashamed to say, but it was getting quite agressive so I figured the samosa wasn’t worth getting scratched/bitten and potentially having to submit myself for a rabies shot.

In the cafe in Durban Botanic Gardens they had a member of staff who’s role in life seemed to be to walk around the tree-covered area with a large water ‘gun’ (think Nerf soakers/blasters) to try and discourage the monkeys from dropping down onto tables and stealing food. Most of the time the monkeys just targetted the tables that hadn’t been cleaned yet, which makes you wonder why customers didn’t take that small step to help out and take their trays back to the counter, but hey…

The locals in Durban said that the local vervet monkeys were a nightmare – you couldn’t leave any windows open as they would come into your house looking for food.  If they got in, they would eat what they could, and usually defecate indoors as well (how rude!).

Apparently they are not classified as ‘vermin’ so its illegal to shoot or otherwise kill them – something which the locals I spoke to about it didn’t seem to agree with.

Still, they are definitely quite entertaining to watch.  I remember watching a young baboon sitting in the middle of a pile of leaves in one campsite, scooping up the leaves around itself and throwing them up in the air – just a few minutes after the campsite groundskeeper had raked them into that pile.  I can imagine a few kids doing that…

Baby baboon taking a dive - they cling upside down to their mothers chest when the mother is walking

The one above was hanging under its mother just before this photo was taken, but clearly couldn’t hold on and face-planted right in front of me, and yes, I laughed.

The next day, one of its relatives stole a bit of chicken I’d just finished cooking on the gas burner.

Karma is a bitch, as they say.

Nothing to really say about this!

Nothing really to say about this!

24 – The elusive caracal

When you’re in Africa on ‘safari’ trips (did you know that ‘safari’ is actually the Swahili word for ‘journey’ and doesn’t have anything to do as such with game viewing?) you’ll probably see lions.  You’ll probably see cheetahs and if you’re lucky, you might see leopards.

What you are fairly unlikely to see (based on my experience anyway) is a caracal.

I saw a couple of them in the Tenikwa Wildlife Awareness Centre near Plettenberg, South Africa, but it wasn’t until a crack-of-dawn game drive into the Ngorongoro Crater in Tanzania that I finally caught sight of one in the wild (they are predominantly nocturnal).

My first caracal sighting (in the wild anyway)

My first caracal sighting (in the wild anyway)

As always, seeing animals in the wild trumps seeing them in captivity any day of the week, even if the captivity is for their protection due to them being ill or endangered somehow.

23 – Cycling with elands

Elands, the largest of the antelopes you’ll encounter in Africa, are (again, based on my experience) relatively unusual to see on game drives.  I saw more impala and Thomson’s gazelles than you could shake a stick at, loads of kudu, but sightings of elands were few and far between.

Whilst taking a break from the heat of Lake Malawi by spending some time in the hills of Nyika, I took a mountain bike out for a few hours and was fortunate to see some (equally uncommon) roan antelope and a few rather large eland.

Antelopes usually scarper before you can get close to them, and the eland were no different except these ones, rather than running away from me as such, trotted alongside me as I cycled along the track.  It then decided to cross the track directly in front of me by leaping across in one stride, clearing what must have been a good 7-8 ft gap.  Which was pretty impressive.

As I was cycling at the time, I didn’t have any opportunity to take a photo of this nor was I wearing a GoPro or something.  But it was cool and you’ll just have to take my word on this 🙂

To give you an idea of what an eland looks like (and how big they are) here are a couple I snapped in Amboseli NP, Kenya (to give a sense of scale, this road is easily wide enough for 2 vehicles to pass each other).

Eland with some tinsel on its antler :)

Eland with some tinsel on its antler 🙂

22 – Dodging jaywalking tortoises

From the largest of the antelopes we now move on to one of the smaller (and definitely slower!) critters – tortoises.  Leopard tortoises, to be exact.

This particular encounter rammed home to me the importance of keeping your eyes on the road and not just the bush to either side of it whilst driving through game reserves – whilst it looks quite obvious in this photo I assure you it was a ‘last minute, corner of the eye, hit the brakes’ moment .

Leopard tortoise, Kruger National Park

Leopard tortoise, Kruger National Park

But bless it, it was totally unfazed and continued to plod across the road.  I had to flash at an oncoming vehicle and point down at the road to get it to slow down as it clearly hadn’t seen it either – my good deed for the day.

21 – Diving with turtles

Sticking with the same theme, from tortoises we get to their sea dwelling relatives, the turtles.  Equally cool, but far more graceful and definitely quicker…

First, Aliwal Shoal, off the east coast of South Africa just south of Durban:

Cristina with a turtle

Cristina with a turtle

And then months later, again off the east coast but this time further north, off the coast of Tanzania at Mafia Island:

And yes, they are just like Crush in ‘Finding Nemo’ – very chilled out, and when they’ve had enough, they just gently (but surprisingly quickly) swim off – no fuss, no drama.  Duuuuuude…

20 – Hyenas eating newborn wildebeest

When you’re on game drives, I don’t think anything quite rams home to you the fact that you’re witnessing the daily struggle for life as seeing animals being hunted (and subsequently eaten) by other animals.

For some people, its a horrific/gruesome sight, but those people (IMHO) should probably be on a golf course or sitting on a beach and not paying good money to be shocked by animals doing what comes naturally to them.

Admittedly, it can be unpleasant to watch, especially if the animal being eaten is a youngster of some variety – they tend to be more cute and (presumably) cuddly.  But this is ultimately why you’re here ‘on safari’ and not driving around Whipsnade/Woburn or worse still, walking around a zoo.

The animals do what they need to do in order to survive – if that means killing other animals then they’ll do it, if that means running away from other animals intent on killing them, then they’d better do so!  If they survive long enough they’ll hopefully breed and maybe their offspring will live long enough to repeat the cycle.

Young animals, particularly newborns, are particularly vulnerable to predators which presumably is why most animals can walk and run within moments of giving birth – which makes you wonder how we (as a species) ever survived this long!

Hyenas are (we were told) known to actually snatch baby wildebeest as they are in the process of being born.  We didn’t quite see that, but the photos below, taken in the Ngorongoro Crater, show a hyena eating what was, we were assured, a newborn wildebeest.  We arrived after the kill had been made so all we got to see was this this hyena mopping up.

Another hyena eating another kill - we were told this was definitely a young wildebeest

Hyena eating another kill – we were told this was definitely a young wildebeest

19 – Upside-down hippos

Sticking with the Ngorongoro Crater for the time being, we come next to hippos.

I saw plenty of hippos during my time in  Africa, mostly in the water but one or two out for a stroll in the sun (unusual because they rely on the water to keep cool, having no sweat glands) and one at night, so why does this particular ‘encounter’ stand out?

Well, all the other times I saw hippos, they were the ‘right’ way up.

Seemed quite content!

Seemed quite content!

18 – Giraffes drinking at the waterhole

Giraffes are well adapted for reaching the leaves at the tops of trees, which presumably has helped them survive as a species over the years.

Their long legs and necks seem to be a bit of a problem though when it comes to drinking, requiring some delicate maneuvering of their legs to get their lips down to the water.  All the time of course, they are incredibly vigilant as will jump up at the slightest disturbance and run off, which in itself is worth watching as its quite graceful and yet ungainly at the same time!

Whilst giraffes are likely to be seen in most game reserves, the only time I really got to watch them drinking at waterholes was in Etosha National Park (Namibia) where you basically just park up by a water hole, and wait to see what happens…

No, the oryx in the photo above doesn’t have its head up the giraffe’s backside, incidentally.

Evolution can be a bit short-sighted sometimes...

Evolution can be a bit short-sighted sometimes…

17 – Wildebeest giving birth

Returning once more to the Ngorongroro Crater, we were fortunate enough on the pre-dawn descent into the crater (you can’t stay in the crater itself overnight, but there are lodges and campsites around the ‘rim’) to see, in the distance, a wildebeest being born.

I don’t have any decent photos of this one I’m afraid so you’ll have to put up with some very blurry ones – it was dark and this was happening a long way away…

Newborn wildebeest

Newborn wildebeest (on its knees, having just fallen over)

Within seconds the baby was up and suckling from his mother, although on very unsteady legs – not helped I imagine by this all taking place on a bit of a slope so the poor thing tumbled over a couple of times…

Shaky photo, shaky legs!

Shaky photo, shaky legs!

Very cool to see this taking place, although this was only a few hours before the hyena shot above.  Hopefully it was a different baby wildebeest!

16 – Boulders Beach penguins

When you think of animals in Africa, you’ll probably come up with the ‘usual suspects’ – elephants, antelopes, giraffes, and of course, the big cats.  You might be forgiven for forgetting the various birds (of which there are many varieties, from the ostrich and big vultures down to small hummingbirds) and, perhaps a little bizarrely, penguins.

Down in the far south-western reaches of South Africa, on the peninsula that ends in the famous Cape of Good Hope, live a colony of African Penguins.

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I like penguins… probably because they look daft.  They clearly aren’t very well ‘designed’ for walking and waddle more than anything, all of which adds to the entertainment 🙂

15 – First leopard in the wild

As I mentioned earlier, there is a huge difference to seeing animals in the wild vs seeing them in captivity; I was fortunate enough to see a leopard whilst touring the Tenikwa sanctuary in South Africa but that was the only one I saw until my last full day in Zambia, several months later.

Leopards are notoriously difficult to spot as they are mostly nocturnal and tend to lie in ambush waiting for prey to come into range, which makes them the hardest of the ‘Big 5’ to tick off.  You are most likely to catch a sighting of them during evening, or early morning, game drives when they are more active.

The first one I saw in the wild was in South Luangwa Game Reserve in eastern Zambia, during one such evening game drive.  Our driver somehow spotted it sitting at the base of a distant tree.  These guys are good – they either have incredibly good eyesight, or these animals don’t wander much from day to day ; either way, guides regularly spot things most of us would just drive past.

Presumably the leopard had only recently woken up as it was yawning lots – and those yawns turned a bit colourful as it eventually decided to throw up – charming!

Errr.... another big yawn, of the technicolor variety! Must have eaten someone who disagreed with it :)

Errr…. another big yawn, of the technicolor variety!

Clearly the vomiting helped as it then wandered off to find what was left of the day’s sun, sitting down to soak it up before heading off in search of something to replace the lost contents of its stomach!

Off for a walk into whats left of the sunshine

Off for a walk into whats left of the sunshine

14 – Feeding fish eagles

The African Fish Eagle is a relatively common sight in game reserves, particularly those (as you might expect) with large bodies of water.

And as far as large bodies of water go (in Africa), they don’t get much bigger than Lake Malawi.  In fact its the 3rd largest lake in Africa and teeming with fish, so its perhaps not too surprising that they have a few fish eagles around there.

Whilst staying at Cape Maclear in Malawi, towards the southern extent of the lake, I took a boat trip out to Thumbi Island which included the opportunity to ‘feed’ the island’s resident fish eagles with some fish caught by local kids out on their ‘canoes’.

My guide would whistle a few times (which the eagles have presumably become accustomed to meaning ‘feeding time’) and wave a fish in the air before throwing it into the water close to the boat; invariably an eagle would launch itself off from a branch on the island and swoop down to grab the fish although sometimes a sneaky hawk or other bird of prey would nick the fish before the eagle could get there 🙂

Needless to say, I took the opportunity to take a few photos…

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13 – Up close and personal with the biggest land animals in the world

Elephants are very big and very heavy (weighing up to 7 tonnes) and for the most part you could think of them as ‘gentle giants’.  Its surprisingly soothing to sit and watch them mooching about, eating and drinking and rumbling away to each other.  But sometimes they can be quite intimidating, usually when someone has annoyed them or they feel that their young are threatened by your presence.  Or, of course, when the males are in “musth” when their testosterone levels sky rocket.

Those are the times when you may not necessarily want to be sat right next to them in an open sided, open roofed 4×4 vehicle (or even a 3.5 tonne campervan for that matter).

One such time was when I was visiting Ruaha National Park in Tanzania.  Fari had parked us (in his 4×4) close to a group of females who were generally a bit upset with our presence as they had several young elephants with them ; one of them in particular was flapping her ears quite a bit and even went as far as starting a ‘mock charge’ towards us – for a couple of steps, that is.  Meanwhile, a young male, presumably part of the same group but on the opposite side of our vehicle, decided to show off a bit and did a bit of ear flapping and scuffing the floor and generally letting us know who was boss.

Ok, I was worried by now

Ok, I was worried by now

Had this been me driving, I would have been reversing right about now.  Fari, however, grew up around these animals and is an experienced guide, and just stuck his head and arm out of his drivers-side window and ‘shooed’ the elephant off – surprisingly, it seemed to work!

A close runner up to the elephants above comes the elephant who, whilst walking through my campsite in South Luangwa (Zambia) one night, managed to pull down an overhead power cable and not only take out the power to our part of the campsite for a day or so, but give itself a nasty shock in the process!  All I heard was a loud ‘trumpeting’ from the elephant and some thudding as it ran off ; it was apparently ok, but probably didn’t come back through the camp for a while!

12 – It takes two to tango

I saw lots of zebra during my time in Africa and for the most part, they are to be found standing around, grazing.  So it might seem unlikely that zebra would feature so highly in this list, and if it weren’t for 2 notable moments, they probably wouldn’t.

In Etosha I saw an ongoing scuffle between two zebra although I don’t know what it was all about – they were clearly having issues though…

But perhaps the most memorable zebra-related-moment was when I was in the Masai Mara and saw a rather ‘enthusiastic’ male zebra trying to ‘get in on’ with a less enthusiastic female.

Our guide told us that the male would basically keep ‘hassling’ the female, chasing her for ages until she either got away or gave in and let him mate with her.   We were lucky enough to see some of this going on…

No, she definitely wasn't interested :)

No, she definitely wasn’t interested 🙂

Uh.... maybe not!

But credit where credit is due – he didn’t give up.  After 5 or 10 minutes of this, they eventually ran off across the plains.  I would say ‘to live happily ever after’ but she was clearly still trying to get away from him and he was still quite keen to get his end away.

We’ll have to wonder how that panned out because we left them to it and went off in search of rhinos at that point 🙂

11 – White rhino

There are estimated to be just over 20,000 white rhino alive in the wild at the moment ; in 2014, over 1,200 were poached in South Africa alone, an average of one every 8 hours.  Across the whole of southern and eastern Africa, you can be sure that number is higher.  In 20 years they will all be dead.

And whilst appalling, this is nothing compared to the numbers for elephants –  some 40,000 elephants are killed per year for their tusks – more than are born per year – and if poaching continues at this rate, all elephants in the wild will be gone in the next 10 years.

All of which makes any encounter with a rhino or elephant special.

Rhinos aren’t particularly active animals – they graze a lot, and when they have had their fill from one patch of grass, they move on to another and continue grazing.

Any animal that spends its day eating is going to need to, well, relieve itself at some point, which brings us neatly on to the photograph.  I happened to capture a shot of just this moment and for some (childish?) reason, its one of my more memorable encounters with these fantastic rare animals.

Rhino taking a poo! Kruger National Park

Rhino taking a poo! Kruger National Park

Savour the moment, ladies and gentlemen ; in a few years time, you’ll only be seeing them in zoos, thanks to the demand for their horns in the Far East for traditional medicines which of course, don’t f*cking work.

10 – Mako shark trying to take a bite out of our (inflatable!) boat

Every Most years, millions of sardines gather off the southern coast of Africa and begin a mass migration northwards, along the eastern coast towards Mozambique and out into the Indian Ocean – this is one of the largest migration of animals in the word and is known as the ‘sardine run’.

We happened to be in the area at approximately the right time to catch this event, so booked ourselves onto a ‘sea safari’ out of Port St John, hoping to be able to get in the water and dive amongst the action, as the sardines are hunted by sharks and dolphins from below, and seabirds from above.

Sadly, being a ‘natural’ event, it isn’t always predictable and in this case, the ‘run’ never seemed to get started.  It usually happens every year – but sometimes it happens miles out to sea and as such, its not easy to catch.  Either we were too early, or it was happening elsewhere, as we didn’t see much activity.

However, we did see some rather cool things – one of which was a mako shark (a close relative to the great white shark, and one of the fastest sharks in the world, with a top speed of 60 miles per hour).

We received a call over the radio from another sea safari operator telling us that a mako had been circling their RIB (rigid hulled inflatable boat) for the past 45 minutes and kept taking particular interest in their propellors for some reason – even trying to bite the propellor blades every few laps of the boat.

So of course, we went to go and have a look, positioning ourselves alongside the other RIB.

The mako adjusted its circling pattern to now include our boat and I was lucky enough to grab this shot from my GoPro by holding it just below the surface ; there was no way I was getting in the water as the skipper told us they were generally quite aggressive but this one was particularly so.  One of the other guys on our boat was dead keen to get in but the skipper just wouldn’t have it – rightly so, I think.

Mako shark

Mako shark

The shark was clearly quite interested in our props now as well, but perhaps more worrying, it decided to start taking an interest in our inflatable rubber tubes!  The skipper was having none of this, and at one point had to resort to fending the shark off by pushing it away as it came partly out of the water to try and ‘taste’ our boat:

Really, really, close!

Rather him than me!!

9 – Walking with cheetahs in South Africa

I’ve mentioned Tenikwa a couple of times already in this post but in case you’ve missed it, its a wildlife sanctuary and education centre specialising in the care and rehabilitation of cheetahs and other wild cats ; they take in injured cheetahs, leopards, caracals and such and take care of them, though I don’t think they always release them back into the wild.  The also try to educate farmers (who are often responsible for injuring/killing these predators) as to how they can protect their livestock without resorting to shooting/trapping the wildlife.

However our main reason for visiting the centre was to take a couple of their resident cheetahs for a walk – one of the more bizarre things I’ve done!  I’ve taken my family dogs for a walk – thats quite normal.  I once took small yappy terriers for a walk which was, well, embarrassing, really.  Taking cheetahs for a walk?  Thats got to be cool, right?

Well it was definitely quite different and frankly a little disconcerting, as you have to follow strict rules about, for example, not getting forward of their shoulders, not looking them in the eye, and not crouching down in front of them.  Any of which could result in them trying to take a chunk out of you!

Our guides were also quite clear that if the cheetah decided to take off, not to try and hold them back (they are very powerful and do you really want to p*ss them off?) or keep up with them (they can reach speeds of up to 60mph in under 3 seconds).  Just let the reins go and they’ll come back in a few minutes (apparently).

We got to stroke the cheetahs a bit and their hair was surprisingly coarse – the dark hair on the spots is actually quite different to the rest of their hair.  There is probably a good reason for this but I can’t remember what it is!

They spend a lot of their walking time lying down and rolling around :)

They spend a lot of their walking time lying down and rolling around 🙂

A very cool experience!

8 – Getting buzzed by ragged tooth sharks

As the shark approached I mentally ran through the dive briefing we’d received a short while before jumping into the water

“Don’t worry, they’re vegetarian sharks”, they had said.

I’m no expert but I am pretty darned sure that raggies (ragged tooth sharks) eat meat.

“Well, ok, not vegetarians, they only eat fish”.

Looking at the teeth getting closer to me, I wasn’t feeling particularly reassured at this point.

“If they come towards you, just drop down onto the seabed or position yourself above them – just don’t get in their way”.

So they are vegetarian but clearly not to be messed with.  Great.

I dumped the remaining air from my BC (buoyancy jacket) and lungs and pinned myself to the seabed and ducked.  And just as the dive guide said, it passed straight over the top of me.  Superb!  A bit hard on the old sphincter muscles, but still, pretty superb!

Ragged Tooth Shark

Ragged Tooth Shark

Once you had survived your first encounter, the rest seemed positively laid back and I was able to get quite close to them throughout the remainder of the dive – definitely one for your bucket list!

Best shot of the set I think - Cristina, raggie, and a ray...

Best shot of the set I think – Cristina, raggie, and a ray…

It was much safer than the other popular shark/diving encounter South Africa is known for – diving with great white sharks.  It was definitely a more natural experience as in this case we were seeing the animals behaving normally ; with cage dives the operators tend to ‘bait’ the area to draw in the sharks (which I don’t think is a good idea) and of course, with great whites, you are in a cage.

7 – Humpbacks breeching

Earlier in this post I mentioned a day out on a RIB ‘sea safari’ where we were lucky enough to have a close encounter with a mako shark ; that was quite something but perhaps trumped by seeing several humpback whales ‘breeching’ time repeatedly as we followed alongside them.

I don’t have a huge amount to say about this, but as you can hopefully imagine, it was fantastic to see these huge animals playing around like this.

We were closer than the photos suggest (due to the lens distortion of the ultra wide angle GoPro), but there was no way I was taking my SLR on the boat without a decent housing!  The skipper had his, and took it out once to try and get ‘the money shot’ of two humpbacks breeching at the same time, and it got soaked.  He wasn’t happy.

6 – Lions, Masai Mara

As we approach the top 5, lions finally make an appearance.  And, if you’ll excuse the pun, they arrive with something of a bang 😉

It was all over in a few seconds ...

It was all over in a few seconds …

Full marks to this chap, who was clearly not suffering from stage fright or anything.  There were probably 5 or 6 fully loaded vehicles full of tourists watching him and he didn’t seem at all phased.   Our guide told us that they would repeat this many times during the day.  Good effort, I say!

Now if we were able to fast forward 6 months or so, we’d see the results of this, cough, labour.

And with the magic of the internet, I give you – lion cubs!

Awww :)

Awww 🙂

5 – Going batty in Zambia

One of the great things about travelling under your own ‘steam’ and without a fixed agenda or plans is that you can take advantage of tips from other travellers and go and see things that you hadn’t heard of.

My trip to Kasanka National Park, towards the north-east of Zambia, was one such trip.  I had heard great things about it from various other guests during my stay at Pioneer Camp (Lusaka) and from the owner and his partner, so I decided to delay my planned exit from Zambia via South Luangwa for a few days and head off in a different direction on a very long round trip.

All to see a few fruit bats.

Ok, when I say “a few” I may be understating the numbers a little.

The general consensus is that there is typically between 5 and 8 million bats at Kasanka at that time of year, as they migrate to Angola (if memory serves).  At sunset, seemingly just as the sun finally dips below the horizon, the bats take flight – just a few to start with, but in increasing numbers until the sky is full of them.

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If you were to ask people about mass animal migrations in Africa, they would understandably think about the Great Migration of (predominantly wildebeest) around the Serengeti and Masai Mara.

However the numbers involved in the Serengeti migration, whilst huge, are about 1/4 of the number of bats estimated to take part in this particular migration, which is the largest migration of warm blooded animals in the world.

I’d still like to see the wildebeest migration though 🙂

4 – Brief but alarming encounter with a pair of harassed black rhinos

White rhino are cool, and increasingly rare, but black rhino – well, they are even rarer and of course, it won’t be long before they disppear from the wild entirely 😦  Their numbers have dropped by 97% since 1970 due to poaching, and there are estimated to be only 5,000 or so of them left in the wild…

I didn’t see any black rhino until my penultimate game drive, which happened to be in the Masai Mara.  I have very mixed feelings about this particular encounter as it was positive and negative.

Positive, because I got to see a very rare animal.

Negative, because the rhino were being hassled by the drivers of the ‘safari’ vehicles, ours included.

You see these animals had been sighted and, as with all notable sightings, announced over the radios to other operators’ vehicles and what followed was a mass high speed exodus across the Masai Mara to try and catch a glimpse.  And yes, it was exhillarating, I give you that.

When we arrived ‘on site’ the rhinos were nowhere to be seen, so the drivers abandonned the ‘rules’ that said they had to stick to the tracks and ploughed their vehicles into the undergrowth to try and find them, trampling over bushes and small trees in the process and, potentially, smashing birds eggs or small animals in the process.

Our driver took a slightly different route and we were fortunate to catch these 2 black rhino trotting out of the cover of the bush, clearly trying to get away from the majority of the vehicles who were now behind them.

The rhino weren’t happy when they saw us.  We were just about to start snapping photos when our guide told us to sit tight as he was moving away from them, believing that they were about to charge us.

So unfortunately, after all that, I only managed 1 or 2 usable photos.

Yes, it was exciting (although had they charged us they would probably have done some serious damage to our vehicle and probably us as well), and of course, yes, it was great to see them.  I’m just not sure I am happy with the way it happened.

The elusive, and in this case, rather pissed off, black rhino!

The elusive, and in this case, rather pissed off, black rhino!

3 – Young cheetah playing with young antelope

Rocking up at number 3 we have the cutest little cheetah cub playing with an equally cute baby Thomson’s gazelle on the plains of the mighty Serengeti…

The cheetah in question had, just a few moments before, been sat with its mother on top of a mound of dirt (termite mound?) watching this gazelle and its mother in the distance.  The cheetahs silently stood up and started walking nonchalantly towards the gazelles, who were looking in their direction and must surely have seen them…

Stalking their prey in the distance

Stalking their prey in the distance

The cheetahs then adopted the classic ‘stalking’ posture, getting closer to the gazelles before breaking into a run.  The gazelles took off and we assumed that would be the end of it it, but no –  the young gazelle didn’t get away and the (mother) cheetah caught it.

But there was no kill.

The cheetah let the young gazelle go but only to use it as a training aid for her youngster, who wasn’t quite sure how it was supposed to react, or proceed…  A few times the young cheetah just stood there, looking at the gazelle, who also wasn’t sure how to react, so rather than try to run off, it would just stand there as well…

The youngsters really doesn't seem to know what its supposed to do next :)

The youngsters really doesn’t seem to know what its supposed to do next 🙂

Occasionally the cheetah’s mother would come along and stir things up a little bit, encouraging its youngster to chase the gazelle.

This was of course amazing to watch, although I guess sooner or later the young gazelle was turned into a snack.

2 – Lion catching and eating an impala

And talking of snacks – whilst I didn’t see the cheetahs kill that gazelle (above), I most certainly did get to see this lion hunt, kill, and eat a young impala (not in that order, mind you) in South Luangwa, Zambia – the only kill I actually got to see during my 10 months or so in Africa.

Lion stalking its prey - I think the baby impala had sensed something was wrong but the mother seemed oblivious to the danger

I think the baby impala had sensed something was wrong but the mother seemed oblivious to the danger

The mother scarpered, but the youngster didn’t really know what to do and was swiftly taken by the lion – no contest, really.

Walking back into the shade for its snack

Walking back into the shade for its snack

Now we thought that the lion had killed the impala outright, but it turns out it hadn’t ; once the lion settled down with it between its front paws and started munching away, the impala (which had been keeping very still all this time, hence us thinking it was dead) started lifting its head and bleating, presumably calling out for its mother.

Definitely still alive at this point

Definitely still alive at this point

This was, to be fair, quite hard to watch (and hear).  Had it killed it and then eaten it, I wouldn’t have been bothered, but hearing the crunch of the bones intermingled with the bleating was admittedly upsetting.  But then, as I said earlier, this is just the way it is in the wild…

A once in a lifetime experience…  For the impala, at any rate.

1 – Meeting the relatives

And finally…  Top of the list goes to the hour that I spent in the company of some of our closest evolutionary relatives – the mountain gorillas in the Volcanoes National Park, Rwanda.

It was an immense privilege to spend time watching these incredibly rare animals interacting with each other and, at times, directly with us.  At one point, one of the guys in our group got kicked by one of the gorillas as it hurried past us and you can well imagine that if they wanted to, they would be able to do some serious damage – but they don’t (normally!).

I’ll let the pictures below (and the main post I wrote about it) do the talking.

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Family portrait :)

Family portrait 🙂

I think we were told this one was just 6 months old - but not sure

I think we were told this one was just 6 months old – but not sure

There are estimated to be less than 900 of them left, and its weird (and sad) to think that in that hour I was surrounded by about 10% of the population of the entire species.

Thats all, folks!

So there we have it – my most memorable wildlife moments from my time out in Africa.  This list doesn’t necessarily reflect my favourite animals, I’ve just tried to pick out individual moments that stick out.

If you thought wildlife viewing in Africa was all about lions and elephants and giraffe, you’d be wrong.  There is a huge variety of wildlife to see and this list only scratches the surface of what the continent has to offer.

I suggest you get out there and have a look for yourself, before its too late… I would love to say that a concerted effort to stop poaching would mean you wouldn’t have to rush, but sadly, I just can’t see that being the case 😦

A year in numbers

It would seem appropriate that after a trip lasting nearly a year I should probably write some sort of review ; it should probably be deep and meaningful and use the words ‘magnificent’, ‘discovery’, ‘development’, ‘introspection’, ‘experience’, ‘growth’ and such.

But lets leave all that nonsense to one side for now, and start off with a few basic statistics, for those who are excited by such things… (and its easier to write!)

30,000

Approximately how much the trip cost me, in UK pounds.  This excludes the cost of the van itself  (about £3k), the conversion and fitting out etc which I haven’t worked out yet.

  • £2,136 of this covers the initial flights to SA, to Canada, and back to the UK
  • £3,670 of this was spent on shipping the van to and from Africa
  • £1,140 or thereabouts was the cost of the carnet de passage for the vehicle
  • £23,000 was everything else – accommodation, food, diesel, tours, park fees, etc etc.

Its hard to give an accurate estimate of a ‘per person, per day’ cost at the moment as for the first 3 months there were 2 of us on this trip and these figures include Africa and North America (quite different costs of living), but a quick calculation based on the £23k figure above comes to about £70 per day (about US$108).

If I were to remove the costs associated with the big safari trips and the diving excursions and so on, then split the spending up by region/country, this figure would come down quite a bit – but I haven’t got the patience for doing that just now.

16,222

How many miles I drove, or at least, logged – I know I forgot to log a few days here and there.

  • 12,502 miles of driving in Africa – there were more, I just forgot to log them.
  • 4,120 miles in the United States.

Now given that the ‘average’ mileage that people apparently cite when applying for motor insurance in the UK is somewhere around 12-15k per year, I would say that I was pretty much on par.  I think I prefer the idea of driving around Africa over sitting in queues on the M25.

326

How many days I was away for (10 months and 22 days).

292

The number of days I spent in Africa, making up approximately 90% of the trip.  The original plan was for a maximum of 6 months.

237

The number of nights I slept in the van – just over 80% of the time I was in Africa with it.

The first 3 weeks we were in a guesthouse, waiting for the van to arrive and clear customs (it was mistakingly offloaded in Namibia so we had to wait longer than planned), and I spent a couple of weeks in tents on organised safari trips etc.  Sleeping in the vehicle (or at least, camping) definitely helped to keep the costs down (or at least, freed up money to do other things).

117

Approximately how many different campsites I stayed at in the van during my time in Africa, which means I was staying a fraction over 2 nights at each place (on average).

My longest stays (either in one go or over multiple visits to the same campsite) were:

  • Oppi Koppi (Kamanjab, Namibia) – 23 nights in total from 3 separate stays
  • Jungle Junction (Nairobi, Kenya) – 15 nights
  • Riverlodge Backpackers / Camping (Cape Town, South Africa) – 13 nights

45

The magic number in Tanzania.  This is the absolute maximum speed, in kilometres per hour, at which you should drive if is a building in sight (which seems to constitute a “built up area” in the eyes of the police).

The official speed limit in built up areas is actually 50kph or even 60kph, but even if you stay at 45kph, the police will probably still pull you over for speeding (showing you the reading on their speed gun that they took from someone an hour or so ago who actually was speeding) or make up some other non-offence and try to extort money out of you.

F*ckers.

23

The number of ‘game reserves’ I visited (rather than just passed through or alongside and barely noticed).

In the list below, [SD] means ‘self drive’ – all others were on 4×4 vehicles run by safari operators or the game parks themselves.

South Africa

  • Hluhluwe-Imfolozi [SD]
  • Tembe Elephant Park
  • Kruger National Park [SD]

Swaziland

  • Mlilwani Wildlife Sanctuary [SD + mountain bike]

Namibia

  • Etosha National Park [SD]
  • Erindi Private Game Reserve

Botswana

  • Moremi Game Reserve and Okavango Delta
  • Chobe National Park

Zambia

  • Kasanka National Park [SD]
  • South Luangwa National Park

Malawi

  • Majete Wildlife Reserve [SD]
  • Nyika National Park [SD + mountain bike]

Tanzania

  • Mikumi National Park [SD]
  • Ruaha National Park [SD ish – Fari took me there in his 4×4]
  • Serengeti National Park
  • Ngorongoro Crater and Convservation Area
  • Lake Manyara
  • Tarangire National Park

Kenya

  • Lake Nakuru National Park
  • Lake Naivasha National Park
  • Masai Mara National Reserve
  • Ambsoseli National Park

Rwanda

  • Volcanoes National Park (walking – mountain gorillas)

12

The number of flights I took:

  1. Heathrow (UK) > Cape Town
  2. Cape Town > Durban
  3. Okavango Delta scenic flight
  4. Zanzibar > Dar es Salaam
  5. Dar es Salaam > Mafia Island
  6. Mafia Island > Dar es Salaam
  7. Nairobi > Kigali (Rwanda)
  8. Kigali > Nairobi
  9. Nairobi > Amsterdam
  10. Amsterdam > Vancouver
  11. Seattle > Amsterdam
  12. Amsterdam > Birmingham UK

Alas no, I don’t know what that equates to in terms of mileage, nor can I be bothered to try and find out.

11

How many countries I visited (excludes Holland as I was only there on a flight stopover):

  1. South Africa (97 days on a 90 day visa – got banned for a year for overstaying)
  2. Swaziland (5 days)
  3. Namibia (62 days)
  4. Botswana (8 days)
  5. Zambia (21 days)
  6. Malawi (30 days)
  7. Tanzania (38 days)
  8. Kenya (28 days)
  9. Rwanda (3 days)
  10. Canada (8 days)
  11. United States (21 days)

6

Shock absorbers.  I replaced all 4 before leaving South Africa for Namibia, and the front 2 had to be replaced in Dar es Salaam, having wallowed my way all the way through Tanzania from Malawi over the course of a month.

4

How many times I got pulled over by roadside rozzers in Tanzania.  On 3 of those occasions, they claimed I was speeding.  I talked my way out of 2 of these.  One one occasion the police just asked for money, plain and simple, without bothering to make up an excuse.  I suspect he was the most honest of the bunch, frankly.

Also the number of punctures I picked up.  2 of those were fixable, 2 required new tyres.  Which leads me on to the number of tyres I replaced in total (4), replacing 2 of my existing UK tyres before entering Namibia as I knew the roads would be more dubious.

2

The number of times the van got stuck – both times in sand.  One took a few minutes to dig out, the other time took several hours.

Also the number of traffic fines I paid – one for speeding ($20 in Tanzania) and the other when  spot checks by the roadside rozzers revealed that my not-quite-self-adhesive-enough white reflective tape had come off my front bumpers in Zambia (another $20).

0

The number of times I wished I was back home and at work, even when I was running low on funds towards the end of the trip.

Happy…hic…Christmas…hic…

Having exhausted myself on Christmas Eve with the long walk up to, and down from, Livingstonia, it was time to sit back and relax for a couple of days in the lovely Chitimba Camp…

I can’t say I did much – sat by the bar, ate, drank, listened to ‘alternative’ Christmas tunes, worked on photos, chatted with the owners and other guests, ate more, drank more… You get the general idea.

The owners had a bad experience recently (a day or two before I arrived) when some people came into their house at night and robbed them – shooting the man in the chest and hitting the woman with a baseball bat.  He was incredibly lucky to have come away from being shot with such little damage – it went through without hitting any organs.  He was able to walk around a bit but clearly in pain, as was his partner.   Despite this, they seemed positive about things but maybe will have to make some changes…

A variety of overlander groups/trucks rolled up during the 2 days but strangely most seemed to just stay one night then move on.  I would have expected those that arrived on Christmas Eve, for example, to factor in a rest day at the campsite for Christmas Day itself.

The overlander groups are quite interesting to watch sometimes – the truck arrives, the occupants pour out and head straight to reception to try and upgrade from their tent to a room, causing much chaos as they vie to get a single or twin rather than a double, and so on.  The unlucky, slow, ones, end up in a dorm or having to make do with their tents.  Then the next truck arrives and it starts all over again, although of course, they’re mostly disappointed as all the rooms have gone 🙂

One guy approached the bar and asked if there was a guide who would ‘run up to Livingstonia’ with him the next day.  Of course, the barman assumed he meant ‘run a trip up to…’ but no, he meant run, as in, ‘run’.  I glanced across at one of the owners opposite me who was also eavesdropping on the conversation and and we both just rolled our eyes.  Perhaps he was ultra fit, but more likely, just underestimating the journey somewhat.  The barman said no, nobody would run up with him.

And then there is the wifi/internet access.  Once people have sorted out their room allocations, the next question is ‘do you have wifi?’.  Now, I am perhaps almost as guilty of this as they are – its always nice to be able to check your emails.  But we are in Africa.  Power is unreliable.  Internet is unreliable.  Hell, everything is unreliable, except the unreliability of everything, which is pretty damned reliable.  Yet people get really wound up when stuff doesn’t work.

The power kept coming and going (because thats what it does in Malawi, especially when it rains) and every time it went off, the internet access went down (of course).  People were getting really pi**y about this as they were trying to log in and send/receive their emails.

If you want reliable hot water, electricity, and internet – don’t come to Africa on an overland camping trip!

Anyhow – whinge over, on to some photos of the campsite…

The view from the breakfast table on Christmas Day

The view from the breakfast table on Christmas Day

The bar/restaurant area where I spent much of my time :)

The bar/restaurant area where I spent much of my time 🙂

Camping pitch under trees and right next to the beach (and bar!)

Camping pitch under trees and right next to the beach (and bar!)

The 'honeymoon suite' on the beach

The ‘honeymoon suite’ on the beach

Looking back towards the campsite from the beach

Looking back towards the campsite from the beach

Chombe Peak (I think)

Chombe Peak (I think)

Today was my last full day in Malawi – my visa expires tomorrow so I’ll be heading out early(ish) to the border and into Tanzania…

Livingstonia

After a rest day yesterday, most of which was spent in the bar working on photos and chatting with the owners and Roy (whose Swedish customers were en route to the border today with another driver), I was up at 5am to take a guided walk up the side of the nearby hill to a missionary station called Livingstonia, founded in 1894.

Its possible to drive up there, if you have 4 wheel drive or a death wish (or it seems are a local bus driver) but I had absolutely no intention of tackling the road, particularly as Roy, who had taken the Swedes up and down the previous day, told me the recent rains had made the road a bit slippery in places and hence even more treacherous.

The route up (in terms of navigation, at least) is fairly straightforward – for the most part you are on the ‘road’ itself. However, its an established fact that (despite wormholes) the shortest route between two places is a straight line, and this being Africa, distance is important.  So even if a direct line is harder, thats the route the locals take.

Over the years they have ‘developed’ a number of ‘short cuts’ which cut out some of the hairpin bends. The road of course takes a more sensible, gradual route up the hill. The shortcuts are much steeper, amounting to scrambles at times.

Chombe Peak

Chombe Peak

Views over Lake Malawi and the Chitimba region

Views over Lake Malawi and the Chitimba region

Despite the steep and uneven ground, these are the routes people use when coming down from Livingstonia (quite a large town up there now) to Chitimba for the market, which was being held today. And of course, people coming down are carrying stuff to sell – bananas and such – which is all, as usual, being carried on their heads.

I’m always amazed how the people (mainly women really) can carry such loads on their heads when I see them on the main roads and towns, but even more so today as they pass me on these short cuts.

We had left early to avoid walking in the hottest part of the day, for which I was grateful, but even so I was sweating like a pig after less than an hour. It was really, really hot, and there was no shade except when scrambling through the shortcuts…  Fortunately there is a natural spring partway up the road which is used by everyone to cool off and restock their bottles.

After about two and a half hours we reached the plateau but Livingstonia was still a way off.

Ominous clouds as we reached the plateau

Ominous clouds as we reached the plateau

We walked a short distance off the road to view Manchewe Falls, a nice waterfall. This was a pleasant way to catch my breath and spend half an hour or so, with 3 different ‘viewpoints’ – one from up high, across the valley, another from near the top of the falls, and the last from a cave under a section of the falls. All very nice and worth the short detour.

Manchewe Falls

Manchewe Falls

View from Manchewe Falls

View from Manchewe Falls

Rock ledge/cave under part of the waterfall (Manchewe)

Rock ledge/cave under part of the waterfall (Manchewe)

After another hour and a half of walking along the road, we reached Livingstonia itself. My first impressions weren’t great – the road takes you in past scruffy houses and shacks, animals tied up by the roadside, run-down restaurants and trading centres, but eventually you reach a small cairn marking the spot where the founder of the mission, Dr Robert Laws (from Scotland) and Uriah Chirwa (presumably a local guide) camped, when they came up to the plateau and picked the site of the church that Laws was going to build. Not by himself, obviously.

A short walk on from the unimpressive cairn is the Stone House museum and cafe. The cafe comes first, and it was time for something to eat, so we sat in the shade there whilst waiting for some sort of local beef stew with rice/veg to arrive. I treated the guide to lunch as it was Christmas. I’m good like that.

View from the lunch table

View from the lunch table

An hour or so later we headed on to look at the museum (not really something to get excited about) and the church.

Stone House museum - I think this end shoes a certain 'Scottish' architectural influence with the bay window etc

Stone House museum – I think this end shoes a certain ‘Scottish’ architectural influence with the bay window etc

The church

The church

I am guessing this is supposed to be Dr Laws?

I am guessing this is supposed to be Dr Laws?

An English family were at the church when we got there, about to get a tour, so I joined up with them. The tour consisted of a walk to another room where they hold meetings, then up the bell tower to take in the views. Fortunately it was free although you were ‘encouraged’ to leave a donation.

Church bell - I believe this is the 2nd one as the first one broke shortly after it was installed or something

Church bell – I believe this is the 2nd one as the first one broke shortly after it was installed or something

View from the top of the church tower

View from the top of the church tower

More views

More views

I had the option of seeing inside the university (there is one, strangely enough) or the technical college, or look inside the hospital (we passed it on the way in) but I couldn’t really be bothered, so we just started to head down.

I think this is the university, but might be technical college.

I think this is the university, but might be technical college.

Random house - I believe used by one or more lecturers

Random house – I believe used by one or more lecturers

Original home built for the pastor/vicar/whatever

Original home built for the pastor/vicar/whatever

David Gordon Memorial Hospital

David Gordon Memorial Hospital

The guide took me down a different route to start with, cutting out much of the road between Livingstonia and the waterfall. It was quite steep in places but nice to see a different side of the area, with lots of farming activity going on.

Starting to come down - more views over the Lake

Starting to come down – more views over the Lake

Lots of farming activity - land used by a variety of families/smallholdings

Lots of farming activity – land used by a variety of families/smallholdings

On the way down we passed many groups of locals, who often wanted their photo taken and to see themselves in the camera display.

Local kids all very keen to have their photo taken in lieu of a bottle of water

Local kids all very keen to have their photo taken in lieu of a bottle of water

Many of these locals were on their way back up from Chitimba having been down to the market for the day.

And the adults want to get in on the act too :)

And the adults want to get in on the act too 🙂

I spotted a scorpion at one point, which the guide was happy to flick with a stick into the middle of the road so I could get a photo.  I didn’t ask him to…  Then a local woman came along who clearly has issues with scorpions.  She picked up a big rock and threw it, rather badly, at the poor thing.  It was still alive 3 rocks later when I walked away feeling a little guilty for pointing it out.

Rather large scorpion, before it got squished by a local woman

Rather large scorpion, before it got squished by a local woman

Eventually we arrived back in town, which was incredibly busy – it being Christmas Eve and market day at the same time.

Kids by the campsite also wanting their photo taken

Kids by the campsite also wanting their photo taken

From there it was a short stroll to to the campsite where I said goodbye to my guide (and paid him) and had a shower before settling down in the bar, listening to ‘alternative’ Christmas tunes carefully selected by one of the owners.  Mostly blues/metal versions of the ‘popular’ songs.  Trans-Siberian Orchestra and so on.  Much better than the traditional versions 🙂

To Chitimba for Christmas :)

I was reluctant to leave Nyika – partly because it was colder than anywhere I’ve been for ages, and the scenery was great, and the people nice, but also partly because I knew that to get out, I had to tackle that road again. And I really didn’t want to.

But, ‘needs must’ and all that – my Malawian visa runs out on 27th December so I need to be leaving just after Christmas, and I really don’t want to be rushing to get to campsites at this time of year.

My plan has for a while been to reach Chitimba Camp (about 2 hours south of the border with Tanzania) a couple of days before Christmas, visit nearby Livingstonia, and then just chill out for a few days before leaving the country.

So there was nothing for it. I just had to take my time, drive slowly and carefully, and hope for the best…

 

The good thing about the journey out of the park is that you’re likely to start in the morning, which gives you plenty of time – when I was coming into the park, I knew that the sun was going to set ‘soon’ so had to rush things sometimes, which is never a good thing on roads like these.

Its been raining lately, apparently :(

Its been raining lately, apparently 😦

Nasty section with sticky-out-rocks :(

Nasty section with sticky-out-rocks 😦

As it was, it took me just over 3 hours to reach the gate – not too far off what it took on the way in, but it was a far less stressful drive. I think that was partly because I had less weight in the van (no passengers) and because for most of the time, I was pointing downhill and could just sit with my foot on the brake in the difficult bits and let gravity do the rest (within reason).

Admittedly a bit scary when the back end started sliding from one side to the other...

Admittedly a bit scary when the back end started sliding from one side to the other…

The rain over the past couple of days had definitely had a negative impact on the road conditions in places, though. One section in particular looked nasty, and was. The back of the van was sliding around from side to side, albeit at very low speed, and I was quite worried I would lose traction and have to get out and, well, dig, I guess! Fortunately the van kept going through all of this and I breathed a sigh of relief on the other side. Another one of those ‘wish I had 4 wheel drive’ moments but in reality didn’t need it.

Arriving at the gate, I paid my extra park fees (I didn’t know how long I was staying when I came in, so paid for 1 night/1 day) and headed out, along the same ‘shortcut’ that Roy had told me about on the way in.

The scenery was great – most of the land is given over to farming, with freshly tilled soil waiting for the rains to arrive ‘properly’ so they can sow seeds or whatever. Even the steep hillsides are terraced and used for growing crops – all by hand, of course, using hoes.

Sadly, the road back to Rumphi hadn’t been magically transformed during the 3 nights I spent at Nyika. I wasn’t too surprised really. At least this time I could just take my time knowing that once I hit Rumpi, I was ‘in the clear’ and would be on tarmac all the way to Chitimba. Its amazing how much comfort you can take from such knowledge!

Nope, not much better than a few days ago :(

Nope, not much better than a few days ago 😦

Passed several foreign-registered vehicles, presumably heading to Nyika for Christmas...

Passed several foreign-registered vehicles, presumably heading to Nyika for Christmas…

Hmmm... :(

Hmmm… 😦

Hope this isn't too deep/slippery

Hope this isn’t too deep/slippery

Dark clouds on the road to Rumphi

Dark clouds on the road to Rumphi

Given that Rumphi is the last significant town on the way to Chitimba (I had no desire to be going 100km out of my way to Mzuzu) I got as many kwacha as possible out of one of the ATMs on the ‘high street’ as possible (not an easy task, stupid machine) before cracking on – I was fairly sure I wouldn’t be able to get any more between there and the border.

Shortly after leaving Rumphi, I was flagged down (again) by a policeman, but this time he just wanted a lift to Karonga – an hour or so further on from Chitimba. He was happy enough to get a lift as far as Chitimba so he jumped in and we spent the next 40 miles or so chatting. He is studying for a diploma in theology, with the aim of becoming a pastor in due course. He was giving me a background to the dispute between Malawi and Tanzania over Lake Malawi, and telling me about the wild cattle that roam the area around the nearby hills – the locals apparently bring animals there to sacrifice them in honour of their ancestors although sometimes they just release them instead.

Descending to Chitimba

Descending to Chitimba

Unsacrificed animals feeling a bit suicidal

Unsacrificed animals feeling a bit suicidal

Arriving in Chitimba itself, I dropped the policeman off at the roadblock there and went down the short sandy track to Chitimba Beach Camp – my home, no matter what (given major issues) for the next few days – including Christmas.

Hurrah!!

Hurrah!!

The camping area looked quite nice, so I picked a shaded area close to the beach but with grass underfoot (to avoid getting stuck again) and headed to the bar.

Happy bloomin' Christmas, boys and girls :)

Happy bloomin’ Christmas, boys and girls 🙂

 

Land Rover recovery

As I mentioned in my previous blog entry, the Swiss/German couple (Manuel & Ramona) in the campsite were rather late getting back into camp after having a problem on one of the minor back road in the park.

When I say ‘problem’, I mean they rolled their Land Rover whilst trying to avoid a particularly nasty section of track and spent most of their day walking the 25km back to the campsite, then going back with the staff from Chelinda to try and get it the right way up, which apparently took many hours off effort with steel bars and hi-lift jacks.

It was ‘all hands on deck’ today, all of us in the campsite and some members of staff heading out in the safari vehicle belonging to the lodge to try and get the Land Rover back to the workshop at Chelinda Camp.

The scenery in the part of the park where they had left their vehicle overnight was pretty cool, so I’m glad I went – if I couldn’t do much to help recover the vehicle, at least I got to see a different area 🙂

The vehicle had been left overnight as its time upside down the previous day would have meant the oil would have gone into parts of the engine it wasn’t supposed to reach – so by letting it ‘drain’ overnight it stood a better chance of firing up (or so the theory went).

The track they had tried taking was pretty nasty. Much worse than anything I had tackled or would want to tackle!  The trouble with these off road routes of course is that they aren’t used that much so its hard to get up to date information on their condition.

The most obvious damage to the vehicle was the roof, which had been ‘stoved in’ when the vehicle had rolled over. Seeing it up close like this, it was amazing that they had got out without injury.

Before trying to start the vehicle, a couple of us got in and, with our backs up against the roof, pushed up to lift the roof whilst others inserted wooden blocks to hold it in position.

The bonnet was eventually persuaded to open and the oil, much of which had spilt out during its time upside down, cleaned off replaced, and other fluids checked. Surprisingly they were all ok so it was time to try starting it up.

Temporary windscreen supports :)

Temporary windscreen supports 🙂

The first few turns of the engine didn’t sound too inspiring – the engine didn’t catch at all. A few more attempts later, however, and the engine coughed into life with a lot of smoke being ejected from the exhaust – understandable really given how much oil must have seeped into the pistons etc.

Fortunately it started so didn't have to be towed all the way back  :)

Fortunately it started so didn’t have to be towed all the way back 🙂

The engine was left to run for a bit to settle down before it was driven off slowly up the track a short distance – everything seemed to be working ok, although lots of smoke was still coming out.

The decision was made to turn it around, going back over the scene of the ‘accident’ to go back up the steeper side of the valley in which it was stranded – going the other way would have been a much longer trip and there was concern about the coolant leaking out.

Manuel was understandably somewhat reluctant to tackle the slope that had caused him the problem the previous day, so it was down to the resident mechanic to drive it back past the scene of the accident to safer ground.

Past the worst of the slippery bit that caused yesterdays problem!

Past the worst of the slippery bit that caused yesterdays problem!

Once on safer ground, Manuel took over driving their vehicle and we all took off, very slowly, in convoy back to the campsite so the owners could remove the rest of their belongings before taking it on to the lodge’s workshop where they could start to assess the damage.  The nearest decent workshop/panel beaters are several hours away in Mzuzu – along the awful road through the park – so some remedial work was required…

Smoking but running

Smoking but running

Safely back at the campsite at last

Safely back at the campsite at last

I wandered down to the workshop later that day to see if I could help out at all, and ended up spending an hour or two helping Manuel to remove the broken snorkel and dismantle some of the offside front wing, whilst the mechanic and some others inserted a bunch of wooden beams and bottle jacks to try and lift the roof properly.

They did an impressive job of straightening it out and beating it back into approximately the right shape, but really it is going to need replacing, including the front windscreen (long gone) and the windscreen frame (broken in several places).

We eventually gave up as Manuel was shattered, having not really slept the previous night, and we weren’t really achieving anything productive, so wandered back to the campsite for a beer, shower, and to watch the sunset whilst chatting with the others.

It was quite cold that night and for the first time in many months (said that before lately I think!) I cooked inside the van as it wasn’t already too hot in there – then went to bed. All that excitement was clearly too much for one day 🙂

Riding with roans in the rain

I promised myself a quiet, restful day today after the hellish drive up to Nyika, but mindful that I was only able to stay 2 days if I wanted to hit my next campsite before Christmas Eve, I decided to walk down to the reception and hire a mountain bike for half a day and have a look around. There was no way I was going to drive myself, having seen the state of the roads on the way in!

Looking at the sky, however, I had my doubts. It had rained for much of the night with some pretty dramatic thunder and lightning thrown in for good measure, and it looked like more of the same was likely today. The forecast was the same for tomorrow though, so I figured I ought to just make the most of whatever dry weather I had.

As I arrived at the reception, I found Roy [the guide who’s clients I had given a lift to yesterday] who had finally arrived at about 2am after the mechanic had fixed his steering. I chatted for a bit with him and with the manager of Chelinda Lodge, whilst one of the team prepared my mountain bike for me. Apparently there was no space on that evening’s drive but there was tomorrow, so I pencilled myself in for that and set off for a ride along the Chosi Loop, which is supposed to take about 4 hours, and takes in the highest point in the area so should offer good views.

Chelinda Camp (right hand side of picture)

Chelinda Camp (right hand side of picture)

Nyika - a green and pleasant land :)

Nyika – a green and pleasant land 🙂

After reading the instructions/map/guide pamphlet they gave me (several times as it didn’t really make much sense) I set off in what turned out to be, perhaps more by luck than judgement, the right way.

After a few minutes, I got off the bike and walked the rest of the way up the first hill. Clearly I am a little unfit after all this time sitting behind the steering wheel!

This pattern continued for most of the journey, although for the first half I did at least try and cycle when I got to an uphill section. After stopping at the half-way point at Chosi Viewpoint, however, my energy levels had dropped to a point that whenever I hit an uphill section I just got off and walked. When in Rome, and all that 🙂

The view from Chosi Viewpoint

The view from Chosi Viewpoint

 

After leaving Chosi, it started to rain, but never really enough to cause problems with the surface which of course was all dirt/mud.  It was actually quite refreshing to be out in rain for a change!

At various points throughout the day, I encountered small groups of antelope – mostly roan, but on one occasion some eland. These are all actually much bigger than they seem when you’re viewing them from the comfort of your own vehicle. They are fast as well! They see/hear you coming and immediately take off in the opposite direction, whilst keeping a cautious eye on your movements.

Roan antelope

Roan antelope

One group in particular ran alongside the road in the same direction as I was travelling, obviously going faster than me even though it was a downhill section. They then turned across my path and jumped across the road to the opposite side – very impressive to watch, particularly as they cleared the 7 or 8 foot gap without breaking stride.

Later on, some eland did the same thing, but made it look even easier. They were barely trotting when they hopped across an even bigger gap. Its just a shame I didn’t have a camera handy!

The sun eventually came out as I approached the reception to hand the bike back in, but fortunately in time for me to savour some of the great views in the park. It really is quite beautiful and reminded me a lot of home.

 

My trusty (except the gear shifter) steed for the day

My trusty (except the gear shifter) steed for the day

Almost home - one last, long, hill to climb

Almost home – one last, long, hill to climb

Chelinda Lodge in the distance

Chelinda Lodge in the distance – red specks amongst the trees

Having dropped the bike off it was time to have a few beers with Roy, chatting about his business ventures and such and my travels. Nice to be able to just sit down in the cool sun and natter.

Eventually I wandered back to the campsite, about 20 minutes up the hill from the Camp. Confused? Me too. The Camp isn’t a campsite. Its chalets and rooms. Which isn’t the Lodge. Thats an exclusive set of stilted houses/huts set in the forest nearby.

Chelinda campsite - brick building is toilet block, white one is the attendant's house

Chelinda campsite – brick building is toilet block, white one is the attendant’s house

Yellow truck belongs to German couple, tent to Swiss/German couple in Land Rover

Yellow truck belongs to German couple, tent to Swiss/German couple in Land Rover

Not a bad sunset, as sunsets go

Not a bad sunset, as sunsets go

Roy had invited me to join him and his clients for dinner that evening, by way of thanks for helping him/them out yesterday, and he even came to collect me from the campsite in his (now working) car – you can’t walk from the reception to the campsite (or vice versa) after dark due to the presence of leopards in the park.

As we left the campsite, the German couple approached us and asked if he knew anything about the Swiss/German couple who hadn’t reappeared from what was supposed to be a day trip into the park in their Land Rover.  He didn’t, but we said we would ask at reception.  It turns out they had got stuck/had an accident and were in the process of recovering their vehicle with the help of the team at Chelinda.  More on that tomorrow 🙂

So I spent a thoroughly enjoyable evening eating and drinking with the Swedes and Roy ; the Swedes all worked, or had worked, for the Swedish Government/Audit Office, doing official statistics etc.  One of them now works for a NGO in Malawi/Mozambique, so it was interesting to hear about their work with orphans and how they struggle to change the mindset of the locals.

Roy dropped me off back at the campsite, having struggled with his alarm remote control, trying to deactivate the alarm and then having it go off when he tried turning on the ignition.  I think that car is destined for the scrapheap 🙂

Overall, a really good but tiring day – I suspect the bike ride is going to come back and bite me in the ar*e in a day or two – it hurts there enough as it is already!

Nkhata to Nyika

After spending a few days sitting by the lake in Nkhata Bay, watching the world go by, I headed inland and up onto the Nyika plateau. The plateau is home to a large National Park which itself has (allegedly) lots of leopards, so I was hoping to get onto a night drive and see if I could spot one.

The road from Nkhata Bay takes you through the largest town in the north of Malawi – Mzuzu – which has a nice, well stocked supermarket (Shoprite at Mzuzu Mall, complete with dedicated overlander truck parking spaces!) and several petrol stations, so I stocked up before moving on up towards the plateau.

The last significant town on the way is Rumphi. Its a fairly typical small African town – lots of shops and banks and small traders along the main road passing through town, lots of noise, and lots of people.

From Rumphi, the journey started to go downhill. Well, uphill, really, but downhill in terms of enjoyment.

Lots of water filled potholes in an already bad road

Lots of water filled potholes in an already bad road

Frankly, it was horrendous. The road was dirt all the way from Rumphi, with lots of loose gravel and stones meaning you couldn’t go above 20mph for fear of getting a puncture or causing some other damage.

The traffic has carved tracks on the extreme edges of the road which were usually the smoothest routes through the road, so following them makes sense, even if you end up ‘heeled over’ at an alarming angle at times due to the road camber.

Dodging the worst of the gravel in the middle of the road

Dodging the worst of the gravel in the middle of the road

As the road started to wind its way up towards the plateau it got worse and worse, with rocks sticking up, ruts in the road, sandy sections, muddy sections, and I was seriously doubting whether or not I wanted to carry on. The stretch from Rumphi to the gate is 30 or 40 miles I think and I was having one of my ‘sense of humour failure’ moments.

Getting worse!

Getting worse!

Eventually I came across a 4×4 that appeared to be broken down at a junction and stopped to see what was going on and whether or not I could help. It turns out it was being driven by a tour guide and he was transporting 5 x Swedes (the tourist variety, not the vegetable) to Nyika but his steering had broken.

The driver asked if I could take some of them up with me, so I created as much space as possible in the living area but could only really get 2 in there with their backpacks/food, and one in the front, so the other 2 had to wait with him for another vehicle or the mechanic to arrive and sort the steering out. He [Roy] directed me down a side road, promising me it was much shorter/quicker and better than the hideous road I was on. I had to take his word on this as my satnav didn’t know about the road at all.

True enough, the side road was better, although still quite narrow and rough in places, but very very scenic, picking its way through hills and farmland. This part of Malawi is beautiful – no doubts about that!

One of several dubious looking wooden bridges

One of several dubious looking wooden bridges

Quite nasty now, frankly!

Quite nasty now, frankly!

Eventually the road came to an end right next to the gates to the National Park and not a moment too soon – I was already knackered but had another 45km or so to go through the park 😦

I asked if the road was better/worse than the approach road and the woman on the desk said it was about the same and it should take 90 minutes to reach Chelinda Camp, the only accommodation in the park. No problems, I thought, its 3:15pm now, plenty of time…

About to reach the only (very short) tarmac section for many miles

About to reach the only (very short) tarmac section for many miles

She clearly has never been on that road in her life.

It was terrible. It was stoney, rutted, with large rocks often sticking up in such a way as to force you to crawl through in 1st gear, usually scraping something under the van as you squeezed through.

Hated this bit :(

Hated this bit 😦

Ugh :(

Ugh 😦

It took 3 hours to get to the accommodation reception where I dropped off the Swedes, checked in, and took the short track to the campsite and dumped the van as quickly as possible before opening a well earned beer or three.

The campsite had a resident ‘attendant’ who got a fire going for me (he keeps a fire going 24×7 for the donkey boiler etc so just brought hot coals across and had it going in no time) and I sat there just watching the fire for a while, too shell shocked to even think of cooking food.

It was surprisingly chilly in the campsite – I had to put a fleece on as the sun went down!  I think that was the first time in many months and felt quite good actually!  And another ‘first’ for a while – no need for a fan that night. Which was just as well really as there wasn’t any power supply to the campsite, not even lighting in the toilets/showers.

A very long and tiring day….  It was dark when I got there so I couldn’t really get a decent idea of the area, but it looked pretty amazing on the way in so fingers crossed 🙂

Nkhata Bay

Whilst there its lots you can do whilst in Nkhata Bay (kayaking, snorkelling, plantation walks, town walks, etc etc) you can of course just sit in the campsite, editing photos, taking photos, and watching the locals as they go about their day to day life by the side of the lake.

Thats largely what I chose to do over the last few days.

Building a pile of sand...

Building a pile of sand…

Early in the morning, women turn up and start shovelling sand up into small piles by the side of the lake.  For whatever reason they always take sand from just below the waterline.

Who needs to pay for gym membership?

Who needs to pay for gym membership?

The sand piles are then transferred, bucket by bucket, to an area a few metres away, where I presume its left to dry before being bagged up.

Carrying it a few metres to make another pile...

Carrying it a few metres to make another pile…

These bags are eventually transferred onto a pickup or something and taken to the nearest big town where they are sold.  I asked one of the locals working in the backpackers place how much money they got for each bag.  He said, I think, about K500 for about 1 tonne.  Thats about £0.66.  I suspect each tonne takes a couple of days to get together.

Next time you think your job sucks, think about this 🙂

Carrying water from the lake

Carrying water from the lake

Its not all work by the side of the water though – the local kids spend much of their time (they are on their Christmas break currently) playing around.

Kids playing in the lake - throwing clumps of mud/sand at each other

Kids playing in the lake – throwing clumps of mud/sand at each other

Kids playing in the lake - throwing clumps of mud/sand at each other

 

Lake Malawi is home to many species of fish, some of which are collected at night by locals….

Getting ready to go out for the night's fishing

Getting ready to go out for the night’s fishing

Yep... could be worse places to spend a few days!

Yep… could be worse places to spend a few days!

The chalets in the backpackers lodge

The chalets in the backpackers lodge

Nkhata Bay

Nkhata Bay

A room with a view :)

A room with a view 🙂

Nkhata Bay is definitely a very chilled out place to spend a few days…  I was ‘encouraged’ to leave the compound and walk into town, but frankly I wasn’t interested.  I’d driven through the main drag and couldn’t see the appeal, to be honest.  The bay was far more scenic.

The campsite/lodge itself?  Well, basic, really.  It had toilets, showers, and a restaurant which served up (fairly basic) food.  The menu didn’t lie…

Banger and mash.  Literally...

Banger and mash. Literally…

All in all – nice campsite, great views, very relaxed, and pretty much just what the doctor ordered 🙂

 

To Nkhata Bay

Not much to say on this blog post – just some photos from the long hot drive north from Cape Maclear to Nkhata Bay…

Cape Maclear

Cape Maclear – water from a borehole, pile of bricks, and a baobab tree.  Malawi all over…

Drying out fish in the 'main street'

Drying out fish in the ‘main street’

Litter - bit of an eyesore, frankly

Litter – bit of an eyesore, frankly

As you head north along the Lake, the scenery gradually changes into something a little more hilly and a lot more green – trees and grass everywhere.  It was an easy enough drive – the road a bit potholed in places but nothing too serious.

One of many bridges on the road north

One of many bridges on the road north

The numerous bridges were a bit of a pain though – they were usually single track, and most had fairly serious rumble strips just before them, or in some cases, on them, to slow you down.  Of course, the local minibus-taxis don’t take any notice of this and just hurtle straight through, but in the interests of preserving my sanity, I dropped the speed each time…

Very 'aggressive' rumble strips - have to slow down to 15-20mph to avoid losing a filling!

Very ‘aggressive’ rumble strips – have to slow down to 15-20mph to avoid losing a filling!

Heading north along the shore of Lake Malawi

Heading north along the shore of Lake Malawi

The last 10 miles or so of the journey were probably the most pleasant, as the road passed through a large rubber tree plantation (or at least, I believe they were rubber trees, but I know nothing about trees so they could really have been anything).  With my windows down, as usual, the smell was quite something.  In a pleasant way, I should point out.

The road itself was good fun at this point – sweeping bends climbing up through the hills and dropping down into the valleys.

Rubber tree plantation - smelt fantastic :)

Rubber tree plantation (I think) – smelt fantastic 🙂

Coming in towards Nkhata Bay

Coming in towards Nkhata Bay

Having missed the turning to the backpackers place, I had to go into the town itself and turn around.  Easier said than done, as like most towns here its ridiculously busy and trying to find a space big enough to turn the van around in is quite tricky.  Just as you start, people walk in front/behind you without a care in the world.  Muppets 🙂

Nothing special about the town itself - the usual street vendors etc

Nothing special about the town itself – the usual street vendors etc

Blink and you miss it - more on the piles of sand later

Blink and you miss it – more on the piles of sand later

The track leading to the backpackers was a little worrying – sandy, rocky, and a little steep.  And quite narrow 😦  It got worse once I got through the gates into their compound and it was a very tight squeeze getting into the camping area….

Errr.. are you sure its up this track?

Errr.. are you sure its up this track?

But once there – it was worth it 🙂

A room with a view :)

A room with a view 🙂

Nkhata Bay

Nkhata Bay