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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.

Farewell for now, Zambia

After a wonderful few days at South Luangwa it was sadly time to move on…  As I was in pretty much at the end of the road in Zambia, this means another border crossing into another new country – Malawi 🙂

I spent most of the day on the road – so as usual in these circumstances, some shots c/o the GoPro video footage which of course I’ll probably never get around to editing into video clips but hey…

Heading south towards Chipata, the last town before the border

Heading south towards Chipata, the last town before the border

The road from South Luangwa is a bit knackered for the first few miles but they’re working on it – I imagine they’re trying to boost visitor numbers here by improving access.  Some might argue that this is a bad thing as more visitors might ‘detract’ from the experience but, well, your mileage may vary, and all that.

 

The majority of the road to Chipata, the ‘border town’ with Malawi is very good – it was ‘finished’ a year or so ago.

Lots of small towns on the road to Chipata...

Lots of small towns on the road to Chipata…

School children often walk for miles...

School children often walk for miles…

On arriving in Chipata, I tried the tyre centre recommended by the owner of Wildlife Camp, but alas, they didn’t have the right size.  Something close, but I wanted matching tyres all round and wasn’t prepared to take a chance on the replacement one being narrower etc.  I don’t know enough about these things to know what the impact would be, and I figure I’ll be able to find something in Lilongwe.

Chipata - and a popular way of carrying corrugated metal sheeting

Chipata – and a popular way of carrying corrugated metal sheeting

And the other way, which seems more stable to me, but perhaps slower

And the other way, which seems more stable to me, but perhaps slower

Approaching the main market area (official or otherwise) in Chipata

Approaching the main market area (official or otherwise) in Chipata

Brightly decorated minibuses everywhere

Brightly decorated minibuses everywhere

Once you’re through the busy centre/market area of Chipata, the road opens up again for the remaining 40 minutes or so to the border itself.  As you might expect there is a fair amount of traffic in both directions, mostly goods vehicles and taxis/minibuses.

And taxis - overloaded with passengers and/or cargo, of course!

And taxis – overloaded with passengers and/or cargo, of course!

As soon as you arrive at the border (which isn’t immediately obvious, just a building with ‘customs’ written on it and a couple of metal fences/gates across the road -which you can’t see at first due to the vehicles and people everywhere) you’re pounced on by ‘fixers’ and money changers.  I was under the (incorrect, it turns out) impression I would be able to pay for everything on the Malawian side in US dollars, so I brushed them off and told them I was fine.

Of course, they insisted I needed Malawian kwacha and wouldn’t be able to get it on the other side (what, in Malawi, really?!).  I ignored them and went into the customs building which also turns out to be where you get the passport stamped etc.

Passport first, exit stamp from Zambia, signed the register with vehicle details and so on (this has been standard procedure for most border crossings since SA/Namibia), got carnet stamped (no issues there, they know what they’re doing) and I was free to leave Zambia and cross into Malawi.

This involves driving through the ‘no mans land’ area (full of people trying to ‘help’ with the simple process and sell you currency) for about 30 seconds and parking outside the Malawian customs/passport office.

Got my passport stamped, had my temperature taken (ebola controls I guess, which again have been standard since crossing into Botswana), yellow fever certificate check (first time for that – didn’t realise Zambia had it?) and carnet stamped.  All very simple but I get very stressed out by the whole border-crossing process.  I think partly its because each country has different requirements in terms of what paperwork you need, what taxes you need to pay, etc, but nothing to tell you what those requirements are.  Its made worse by the fixers constantly hassling you to use their services and telling you lies about what you can and can’t get when you’re on the other side.

I asked about road tax at the customs office and was told there wasn’t any such thing in Malawi.  Which differs from what it says in the Lonely Planet guide.  Which worried me a bit… You could see that 5 minutes down the road I was going to be stopped and fined for not having that particular bit of paper!

I asked again, but no, I was assured there was no road tax.  I had to buy insurance, but couldn’t do that in the no-mans-land.  There was an office just outside where I could, though.

Fair enough, got my gate pass (to say you’ve been through the process) and I was allowed through into Malawi.  Hurrah!

As promised there was an insurance company just outside the gate so I pulled into there, being chased by a bunch of fixers/money changers.

As it turned out, they wouldn’t accept US $ for the insurance, so I changed US$100 into Malawian Kwacha which more than covered the premium for 2 months in Malawi.  I asked for 2 months as I intend to stay here until the New Year (avoiding the border crossings in the holiday season, etc).  I’ll have to extend my visa but I’m assured its very easy to do that in Lilongwe, Blantyre (town in the south) or in towns where the ferry calls in from Tanzania etc.  I asked again about the road tax but the woman there said they didn’t have it, or at least, not for small vehicles like mine (yes, she could see it as I was parked right outside her office window).

As son as I left the insurance company, a few kids came up in tattered clothing and held their hands out – “give me money!” they demanded.  As sympathetic as I am to poverty, I don’t appreciate being told what to do by little brats.  “No – why should I?” I asked.  I didn’t get an answer.  They carried on asking but I didn’t give them anything until they saw the coke bottle and asked for that instead.  Oh well, its almost empty, fine, have it.

And... Malawi!  Look how different it is! :)

And… Malawi! Look how different it is! 🙂

Police checkpoint... or at least, I presume it was at one time!

Police checkpoint… or at least, I presume it was at one time!

Malawian town - much the same as Zambian although the building style is different

Malawian town – much the same as Zambian although the building style is different

The building style seemed to change as soon as I came into Malawi.  Gone were the roundhouses with thatched roofs, replaced by rectangular, brick built buildings.  Many of these have thatched roofs but the rest have metal sheeting instead as roofs.

In fact, there were bricks everywhere – piles of them by the sides of the roads.  I believe they’re made by locals, piled up and ‘fired’ (there are channels at the bases of the piles of bricks under which I think fires are lit) and then sold for building purposes. Either way, its clear that Malawians like their bricks.

Bike taxis here seem a little more 'professional' than in Zambia - padded seats for starters :)

Bike taxis here seem a little more ‘professional’ than in Zambia – padded seats for starters 🙂

Ah, the inevitable shakedown.. questioning my insurance certificate (sigh)

Ah, the inevitable shakedown..

At the first (of several) checkpoints, I was questioned about the validity of the insurance policy I’d just purchased.

“It expires in 2 months?” the officer told me.

“Yes, thats right” – of course it does, I asked for 2 months.  Whats the problem with that?

“You cannot have 2 months – what law did they use when they sold you this?”.

“I have no idea, sorry.  And why can’t I buy 2 months of insurance?  I am planning to extend my visa and stay until after Christmas”

“You cannot.  You have to write to [some nameless government official] and ask for permission to stay and keep your vehicle here longer than 30 days”.

I believe this was BS.  I can extend my visa twice at least by just paying a few thousand kwacha (not much in real terms).  The carnet allows the temporary import of the vehicle, indefinitely in most countries but certainly for more than 30 days.  The Temporary Import Permit (TIP) however is limited to 30 days.  But I have a carnet, not a TIP.  So I played dumb.

“Well, the insurance company said that it was ok to have 2 months – if they have done something wrong, I suggest you contact them as they sold me the policy”.

He looked uncertain but clearly decided that either it wasn’t worth pursuing or that I wasn’t planning to give him any money, and let me go.

Miracles Hair Salon... hmmm...

Miracles Hair Salon… hmmm…

God Knows Investments.  Would you trust your money with this lot?

God Knows Investments. Would you trust your money with this lot?

Bit of scenery

Bit of scenery

Noticeably more litter and mess since crossing into Malawi :(

Noticeably more litter and mess since crossing into Malawi 😦

Carrying wood on the bike - Malawian style - the wood stacks up over the cyclists head

Carrying wood on the bike – Malawian style – the wood stacks up over the cyclists head

Eventually I arrived in Lilongwe, and headed straight for the shopping centre to stock up on food.  I had deliberately run my fresh food supplies low in case it caused a problem at the border, although they didn’t ask me once about meat etc (which is the usual contentious issue due to foot-and-mouth in the region).

I tried ‘Game’ first, but discovered that unlike the one in Lusaka, they didn’t stock fresh food, so had to go across the road to ‘Shoprite’ instead.  Decent enough selection there – nothing great, but sufficient for my needs.  Chicken and beef are the order of the day – doesn’t seem to be any pork here.

I also bought a SIM card for the Malawian Airtel network (in a booth in Shoprite).  This took a while, not because of the paperwork faff I experienced in Zambia, but because there was one guy trying to serve 4 people, including diagnosing a laptop problem.  Still, got there in the end.

Lilongwe centre - fairly chaotic traffic but tolerable in small doses!

Lilongwe centre – fairly chaotic traffic but tolerable in small doses!

And just as I thought I had finished for the day, yet another police stop.  To be fair, the only one thats been a problem was the first one with the insurance thing.  All of the others have been simple checks on the insurance ticket (none of them flagged the 2 month policy as an issue) and checking my international driving permit and occasionally the carnet.  All were very friendly and polite and usually welcomed me to Malawi and wished me a pleasant trip.

And yet another police stop.  Yawn...

And yet another police stop. Yawn…

I rocked up at Mabuya Camp, just outside the centre, which is a backpackers place mainly.  They have a few level, shaded parking areas which suit overlanders like myself so I decided to stay there rather than trying a proper campsite which is even further from the town.

After a couple of hours in the bar chatting with staff and ex-pat locals, drinking random drinks suggested by an Australian teacher (she had worked in SE Asia and now Malawi and was extolling the virtues of getting a qualification in teaching as a good way to see the world), I headed back to my van, cooked dinner, and went to bed – its been a long day!

South Luangwa – lion vs antelope(s)

The main event… take one hungry lion, chuck in a few unwary antelopes, wait 10 minutes, then sit back and watch…

Not for the faint hearted, I should warn you. Some of these pictures are a little graphic so if you’re easily upset by nature, look away now!

And for those still with us – please click on the images to view them ‘full size’.

We saw two attempts by the same lion(ess) at catching antelope.  The first one was very close but the antelope (puku or impala, not sure) got away.  Surprisingly, I’m pretty sure the lion approached from upwind and the antelope didn’t notice her approach until the last minute – it  was so engrossed in drinking, which nearly cost it dearly!

Puku spots the lion in the nick of time

Antelope spots the lion in the nick of time

The chase is on...

The chase is on…

 

Fortunately for this antelope, it was quicker than the lion and the gap steadily increased before the lion gave up and stalked back to the others in the group.

A little later on, the same lion was sitting under a tree, sheltering from the heat again (the convenient safari vehicles had moved on) when two impala came to the river.  The lion’s ears pricked up and the hunt was on 🙂

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

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

Mother sees the lion and takes off

Mother sees the lion and takes off

Lion gives chase but the gap is already too wide

Lion gives chase but the gap is already too wide

The mum got away.  The baby? Well… it didn’t really know what to do, poor thing.

Lion goes for the baby impala instead

Lion goes for the baby impala instead

Success!

Success!

A couple of vultures swooped in but decided not to challenge the lion for its prey

Walking back into the shade for its snack

Walking back into the shade for its snack

Ok, so this is where it starts getting a bit bloody…

Impala still alive and being licked by the lion

Impala still alive and being licked by the lion

I wouldn’t say the lion was playing with the impala, as such, but it seemed to be taking plenty of time in licking it whilst holding it under its powerful paws.  The impala didn’t try and get away or struggle or cry out at this point – I wonder if the lion had broken its back or something when it initially caught it?

Someone has since suggested that the licking is to remove the hair before it eats, but I’m not sure if this is the case.

When it was satisfied that the impala was clean, or whatever, the eating began.  The guide told us that predators (or maybe just lions) tend to eat from the back end of the prey, forwards.  This apparently allows them access to the internal organs as they progress through the prey.  As always, this is just what I remember being told at the time 🙂

Eating from the hind end is apparently the 'norm'

Eating from the hind end is apparently the ‘norm’

Yes, the impala is still alive at this point.  As the lion continued eating, the impala started to wriggle a bit, lifting its head occasionally and letting out a sorrowful bleat, calling presumably to its long vanished mother.

Definitely still alive at this point

Definitely still alive at this point

It was fascinating, but quite sad to watch – there was another vehicle with several young women in it.  One was covering her face with her hands, refusing to watch.  Another was watching but covering her ears to drown out the bleating.  Another watched but kept turning away.  One had a huge zoom lens and was snapping away 🙂

Think its fair to say that the impala has 'had it' by now

Think its fair to say that the impala has ‘had it’ by now

I took quite a bit of video of all this going on as well, but that will have to wait until I get home.

Its fair to say that it was a privilege to see this – I could do safari drives for years and never see a kill.  To be right on top of one, even just a single lion taking out a baby impala like this, was amazing, and probably the highlight of my trip so far.

 

South Luangwa – the big cats

The second set of photos from the day in South Luangwa NP in Zambia – featuring the big cats!

First up – the lions, on the morning game drive:

Lion sheltering from the sun by a convenient safari vehicle :)

Lion sheltering from the sun by a convenient safari vehicle 🙂

Yup, its all too much for her :)

Yup, its all too much for her 🙂

 

Another tender moment...

Another tender moment…

Errr....ok...possibly less tender.

Errr….ok…possibly less tender.

Injured cub - the guide had been worried it would have been abandoned but appears not to be the case and has apparently improved since he last saw it

Injured cub – the guide had been worried it would have been abandoned but appears not to be the case and has apparently improved since he last saw it

Definitely not an animal to mess with

Definitely not an animal to mess with

 

And then the leopard, during the evening game drive:

Not liking the way it was licking its lips while looking at me...

Not liking the way it was licking its lips while looking at me…

Big yawn!

Big yawn!

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

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

Off for a walk into whats left of the sunshine

Off for a walk into whats left of the sunshine

 

South Luangwa game drive(s)

Yesterday I went on two game drives, organised through the campsite/lodge, into South Luangwa.

I’ll split the day into 3 posts as there are simply too many pictures to post in a single blog entry and they sort of conveniently fall into 3 groups…

On the morning drive, I shared the vehicle with a couple of have lived all over the place, but currently live in Houston, Texas.  It turns out that the guy was born in England – in the same town as me!  Small world…

During the morning drive we were incredibly lucky to see a small pride of lions, one of which managed to catch an impala.  I’ll post those photos later in a separate post…

The evening drive was shared with two Finnish guys who looked like they belonged to a thrash metal group or something.  You know, shaggy hair, long beards, that sort of thing.   And on this drive, we were lucky enough to see a leopard, for which South Luangwa is well known.  Very cool indeed!

The photos on this post are a combination of the 2 drives, excluding the big cats.  You’ll have to wait until the next posts for those 🙂

Please remember to click on the photos to see them properly – it doesn’t cost you anything! 🙂

And.....stretch...

And…..stretch…

...and...rub...

…and…rub…

Poor thing - broken leg we think :(

Poor thing – broken leg we think 😦

Who knew?  Sausages grow on trees...

Who knew? Sausages grow on trees…

Puku

Puku

First time I've seen one of these - bushbuck

First time I’ve seen one of these – bushbuck

Lots of young animals here at this time of year - baby impala

Lots of young animals here at this time of year – baby impala

I can't remember what these birds are - if you know, please feel free to comment!

I can’t remember what these birds are – if you know, please feel free to comment!

Big herd of buffalo...

Big herd of buffalo…

...standing quite close to this one (only been dead 2 days)

…standing quite close to this one (only been dead 2 days)

Waterbuck

Waterbuck

Lilac breasted roller

Lilac breasted roller

Never seen an elephant having a nap under a tree before!

Never seen an elephant having a nap under a tree before!

African fish eagle

African fish eagle

Ummm.... a bird.  Kingfisher of some sort?

Ummm…. a bird. Kingfisher of some sort?

Big bird!  Marabou stork?

Big bird! Marabou stork?

Same bird :)

Same bird 🙂

Baby impala

Baby impala

Awww bless...

Awww bless…

Gossip :)

Gossip 🙂

Hyaena

Hyaena

Hippo at sunset

Hippo at sunset

Elephant at sunset

Elephant at sunset

I think this is a genet, but it could be a civet....?

I think this is a genet, but it could be a civet….?

White tailed mongoose

White tailed mongoose

Both drives were really good but the highlight was the lion killing the impala – fascinating and gruesome to watch, and we were so lucky with the timing!

South Luangwa – Wildlife Camp

After the long and somewhat tiring drive up from Lusaka, I decided to spend a few days just chilling out, doing a few chores, and take in the sights and sounds of Luangwa from the comfort of the campsite, before going into the National Park itself.

Wildlife Camp is spread out along the bank of the Luangwa River, which forms a natural boundary to the wildlife in the game reserve. It appears that not all the animals got this memo, with many of them being quite capable of crossing the river (perhaps more so at this time of year as the water level is at its lowest). The game reserves aren’t fenced off, so animals are free to roam as they wish – including through the campsite. And of course, this includes predators.

As a result, you aren’t allowed to walk along the river bed to the restaurant after sundown as there is a significant chance that you’ll encounter elephants, hippos, or worse – they get lions and leopards in the campsite from time to time. Yikes!

Hearing this, and having previously heard about (largely unreported in the media) deaths in campsites caused by animals taking people in the night (not from tents though, and hopefully less so from campervans), I closed all the windows in the van the first night I was there. And boiled, and couldn’t sleep. So I decided I would take my chances with the lions etc on subsequent nights and left everything open… I wasn’t eaten, apparently.

As always, please click on the photos to view them properly…

Puku

Puku

Despite the concerns, all I ever saw were elephants, giraffe, warthogs, a variety of birds, some very nervous puku (antelope) and of course the ever-present monkeys and baboons.

Warthog with ickle hoglets

Warthog with ickle hoglets

The campsite has great views over the river and the surrounding banks, so you could sit and watch animals for hours on end, while sitting in the pool, sipping a cold drink, or waiting for lunch to arrive.

Hippo mooching around on the banks of the Luangwa River

Hippo mooching around on the banks of the Luangwa River

Or you could turn your gaze away from the river and just watch the vervet monkeys, baboons, mongoose and squirrels who would come into the bar/restaurant areas and try to find food. Yours, preferably. The waiters had to wait for you to be sat down at your table, ready to eat (there was the tendency to wander around, watching the animals near the river, while waiting), before bringing your food in, as they couldn’t take their eyes off it for a second. You snooze, you lose! Little f*ckers.

Oh yeah, sure - they *look* sweet and innocent...

Oh yeah, sure – they *look* sweet and innocent…

All of which was frankly pretty cool – why pay to go into a game reserve/park when you can sit in your campsite and let the animals come to you? 🙂

Hippo and puku

Hippo and puku

Whilst in the campsite, I met a South African couple who were coming to the end of a 5 month trip with their young children. Their eldest daughter had been ‘held back’ in school by a year or something, so had to do another 6 months (presumably private tuition) before moving on – this meant she had to wait 6 months for the next school year, doing nothing, so the parents quit their jobs and took the kids travelling for a bit. Seems like a pretty good idea!

I finally managed to burn up the last of my firewood, despite one of the campsite attendants deciding I was running low and helpfully (!) bringing me more. That was my last ‘braai’ for a while! I can’t say I’ll be sad to stop doing them – was getting really tired of the whole ritual.

This meant I got to try out the new gas burner, which is the dogs danglies 🙂 No mucking around with firewood or charcoal, just heat up the frying pan, slap the big juicy t-bone steak in, and off we go. Its much quicker than getting a fire going, and I am very pleased I decided to get it. I had a portable twin burner gas stove at home and decided not to bring it, installing a permanent one in the van instead – which was in hindsight a bit of a mistake. {shrug}

In an attempt to justify sitting around the campsite for several days, I decided to fit the new solar charger/controller that I’d bought in Lusaka. There are 3 connections – one to the solar panel, one to to the battery, and one to the load (lights, fridge etc via my fusebox). The controller is, as I understand it, supposed to supply (solar) power to the ‘load’ when required, but when it isn’t, use the power it receives from the panel top up the battery. If the panel can’t provide enough power at any given time to the load, it should allow power to come from the battery. And finally, it should prevent the batteries getting below a certain threshold, which could otherwise damage them. As always, I could be wrong – it could just be supposed to charge the battery at all times, and just disconnect the load if it the battery gets low.

For whatever reason (and I checked the instructions and connections several times) the controller seemed to restrict the load’s voltage to 2.3v rather than the required 12v, which meant some of my appliances wouldn’t work. I don’t know why and I couldn’t be bothered to figure it out. It was getting stupidly hot, I was sweating like a pig, and had had enough for the day. I was on a mains hookup so just left that plugged in, and the 240v AC – 12v DC transformer was more than capable of supplying the electricity I needed for lights and the fridge etc that night.

Of course, that night, we lost our electricity supply after an elephant walked through the campsite and pulled the power cable down, giving itself a bit of a shock in the process (and me – it made a lot of angry noises as it charged (ha ha) off). So when I woke up in the morning, I had no power at all as the stupid controller had taken over, limiting the voltage to 2.3v and at the same time, deciding there wasn’t enough juice in the batteries and shutting everything down. So, my first job that morning was to undo most of the work I had done the previous day.

I have now wired it directly into the battery, removing the ‘load’ connection, so it now operates solely as a battery charger. It now seems fine, providing 12-14v charge to the batteries from the solar panel, and having absolutely nothing to do (directly at any rate) with the load side of things. Which is what I wanted in the first place, and just goes to show you shouldn’t listen to all the advice you get from other travellers, even if they are electrical engineers. Of course, it could be another faulty controller, or faulty installation by yours truly.

Anyway – enough about that. The campsite has a lot of monkeys/baboons passing through it, particularly in the evenings – typically just about the time of day when you’re cooking. They’re fun to watch but so, so annoying at the same time. You have to keep an eye out for them at all times, especially if you have food in the van and leave the door open. Its really hot here (40c or more) so I want as much ventilation as possible, but its a tricky balancing act.

Banded mongoose

Banded mongoose

For example, on the day that I went into the park for an evening drive, I cooked up some chicken during the day as I knew I’d want something to eat when I got back but it would be too late to start cooking. Having finished cooking, and eating some of it as a snack, I walked a couple of metres away to put something away in the van, and a vervet monkey took the opportunity to go and steal the rest of the chicken from the cooking area. Bloody things… It was a matter of seconds and I swear the monkey hadn’t been anywhere nearby when I stood up. Grrr… And then it decided, having picked it up and dropped it on the floor, that it didn’t want it anyway. I threw the chicken at it as it scurried off.

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

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

I had intended to drive into the park myself but once you add up the costs of entry, taking your own vehicle in, and so on, it actually didn’t work out much more expensive to book myself onto a game drive organised by the campsite.

It cost about $120 for 2 game drives, one in the morning, one in the evening, including park entry fees. Some people take their own vehicle into the park in the morning then do an organised game drive in the evening, but it would have worked out at about $90-100 so I figured, why pack everything up and stress about whether or not I would get stuck in sand or see anything? Instead I could just pay someone to drive me around instead. Which I did, and very glad I am about it too – but more about that in subsequent posts 🙂

I loved my time at Wildlife Camp – it was quiet (even with 2 overlander trucks camped nearby), there were elephants walking through the camp, giraffes and other game in the river nearby, a small but perfectly adequate swimming pool, and free (albeit slow) wifi/internet. One of my favourite places so far on this trip and I really struggled to motivate myself to leave.

And aside from the animals - cracking sunsets!

And aside from the animals – cracking sunsets!

More roadworks, a puncture, but it was all worth it…

After a fairly rubbish nights sleep (even by my standards) I was up and ready to go before 9am.  I’ve taken to leaving the various blinds open at night to (a) increase air flow through the van (not that there is ever much wind here) and (b) encourage me to get up earlier. I’m not sure either objective is being achieved.

It was much, much, hotter today than it has been over the past few days – instantly noticed it when I stepped out of the van in the morning.  I’m quite glad today’s leg of the journey is shorter than yesterdays – but its still about 190 miles and I know much of that is under construction.  Ah well… best get on with it!

Potholes but nothing too serious just yet...

Potholes but nothing too serious just yet…

As I left Petauke I had nice views into a vast valley, and the road was initially quite reasonable – a bit potholed and uneven but I made quite good progress as I passed through a variety of small towns until Katete.   This was by far the biggest and busiest town so far along this stretch of road, with bustling stalls by the roadside selling a variety of clothing and food.

Just managed to squeeze through this gap

Just managed to squeeze through this gap

One motorbike.... Three people

One motorbike…. Three people

Throughout the drive I passed lots of people on bikes – as has been the case throughout Zambia but noticeably more so east of Lusaka. Maybe there are more people here?  Most of these bikes are overloaded with water containers, sacks of what I presume was maize, firewood, or in one case what appeared to be several metres of corrugated sheeting, sticking up like a huge aerial from the rack on the back.  How the bikes aren’t doing a ‘wheely’ I don’t know!

I have also been noticing a distinctive hairstyle here – girls seem to have braids which stick up :

Not sure what its called but its quite a common hairstyle for girls here (c) Lorne Cheeseman on Flikr

As you drive eastwards, you see mountains far in the distance to the south (Zimbabwe?) and rolling hills as you get closer towards the border with Malawi.  Everything is very lush and green.

Goats seem to see approaching vehicles as a bit of a challenge – can they run across the road without getting hit?  Well, most do, one didn’t – a truck in front of me slowed down to give the goat a chance to turn around, but clipped it with its front bumper or wheel.  The goat survived, but was limping back to where it started to cross the road.  When it towns, it seems that the local people adopt similar strategies for crossing roads.

Eventually the roadworks reappeared. Oh joy.

As mentioned in my previous blog entry, they are rebuilding large sections of the road and you are ‘detoured’ off onto dirt tracks running alongside the construction area. Or what would be a construction area if any work was being done. It seems that no matter where you are in the world, roadworks are invariably devoid of activity.  This being Africa, there were plenty of people sitting around under trees in the ubiquitous blue overalls.

O...M...G...!!  People actually working on roadworks!

O…M…G…!! People actually working on roadworks!

They have taken the time to build numerous very steep/big speed bumps along the dirt sections – sensibly, I would say, otherwise vehicles would just fly through these sections and kick up huge clouds of dust.  There are lots of small settlements by the roadside with, of course, animals wandering around.  I think maybe they got a bit carried away when building the bumps though as you have to slow right down to 1st gear and crawl over them.

At one point I managed to find myself stuck behind a convoy of lorries that seemed to keep trying to overtake each other, which was never going to happen because of oncoming traffic, slowing down for the aforementioned speed bumps, and the lack of visibility due to the dust being kicked up by the vehicles in front.

Somewhere in that dust cloud, a lorry is overtaking another lorry

Somewhere in that dust cloud, a lorry is overtaking another lorry

At times it was like driving in thick fog – you couldn’t see anything, so I just kept back far enough to be able to see the road. Of course this was an open invitation to anyone behind me to try and overtake me and join the back of the convoy.

A few random observations from the journey today (though I may have noticed them beforehand, just haven’t necessarily mentioned them) :

– more Islamic presence here in the east of the country.  Islam, on the face of it, is still the minority here but I saw a few men wearing head caps (taqiyah?) and a couple of burkha-clad women. More so than I’ve seen anywhere else in Zambia anyhow.

– women carry their babies in slings on their back (this has been the case throughout Zambia and I suspect elsewhere).  Its only when you see the little feet sticking out of the bottom of the bundle that you realise there is a child in there!

– its common for people to hold hands while talking to each other.  This is a little unusual when you first encounter it ‘in person’, holding a man’s hand when talking to him – very un British 🙂

People holding hands for much of their conversation

People holding hands for much of their conversation

Umbrellas provide a reasonable amount of shade against the sun

Umbrellas provide a reasonable amount of shade against the sun

The roadworks went all the way to Chipata (the nearest town to the border with Malawi), where I turned north and joined a lovely new tar road leading to South Luangwa. It replaces what many people considered to be an absolute nightmare part of the journey to the National Park.

After a few settlements I was able to pick the speed up a bit and was having a lovely time – rolling hills, big sweeping bends, nobody else on the road. Then I approached some minor roadworks (resurfacing the new road that they only finished building last year – not surprising really as I’ve seen how much tarmac they put down and I’m amazed it lasts 5 minutes).

The road from Chipata north, towards South Luangwa

The road from Chipata north, towards South Luangwa

As soon as I hit the roadworks and was dropping down through the gears there was a strange noise and the offside rear tyre ‘went’ in spectacular fashion. Bugger 😦  I stopped as quickly as I could to assess the damage but it was shot to pieces and will need replacing.  Another one bites the dust!

No matter, I have 2 spares, so I whipped out the tools and jacked the van up, changing the tyre in record time.  This probably had something to do with having an audience – a bunch of guys ‘working’ on putting new tar down, right next to me.  Thats what you need when its already roasting hot and the tarmac you’re parked on is physically too hot to touch as it is – new tarmac going down right next to you.  Excellent!

Job done, I carried on at a slightly more leisurely pace for the remaining 20 minutes or so to the campsite (Wildlife Camp).  As I drove through the dirt tracks in the bush, I spotted a herd of elephants drinking at a water hole and some giraffe munching away in the trees.  The campsite is technically outside the National Park / Game Reserve but as there are no fences, animals are free to roam throughout the area.  As I drove into the campsite reception carpark a bunch of mongoose were disappearing off into the bush.

Having checked in, I drove to the campsite pitches, chose one at random near the river bank, and set myself up.  A few minutes later another camper got my attention and pointed out a herd of elephants walking through the campsite, passing behind the toilet block.  Well I guess I know now why its called Wildlife Camp!

A stones throw away from my camping pitch - elephants wandering through a water hole

A stones throw away from my camping pitch – elephants wandering through a water hole

The river itself, although low due to the time of year, had a variety of animals along its banks and in the water itself.  Antelopes (puku, to be specific) and hippos were grazing and drinking, and birds were scouring the water for fish.  Superb!

After a quick dip in the pool, I headed back to my van as dark clouds were threatening to let loose, and I could hear the occasional rumble of thunder.  The thunder got louder and louder but no rain seemed to materialise so I rustled up a braai and sat under the thatched shelter, which each pitch had.

As I waited for the wood to burn down, I spent my time watching a group of baboons rummaging through large piles of leaves that the groundsmen had carefully swept together earlier that day.  It was funny to watch the baboons plonk themselves down in the middle of the pile, then sweep their arms side to side and throw the leaves everywhere.  I’m sure the groundsmen will see the funny side of it too in the morning 🙂

Baboons rearranging the neat pile of leaves, looking for food

Baboons rearranging the neat pile of leaves, looking for food

Just as I was cooking my food, another bunch of elephants wandered through the campsite.  There is a water hole just behind the toilet block, and its apparently a daily routine for them to come through on their way to the river.  They also apparently get hippos, lions and leopards coming through regularly, so perhaps not surprisingly, you’re advised not to walk around too much at night!

Just as the sun dipped below the horizon (amazing sunset), the insects started – cicada, I guess?  Out of nowhere this noise just grew and grew until it was incredibly loud, then just died off as quickly as it started.  A few minutes later, it all happened again.  Fantastic….

This is the Africa I have been waiting for…

The long slog to South Luangwa – day 1

Having restocked and rested, it was time to take on whats supposed to be quite an arduous drive along the Great East Road heading to South Luangwa.  The Canadians said it was long and hot.  Eric said it was a long, long way.  A local chap said the road was terrible as there were roadworks for much of its length.  The common ‘overnight’ point at Luangwa Bridge (Bridge Camp) sounded terrible by all accounts.  I must confess, I wasn’t looking forward to this very much…

But I couldn’t keep putting it off so today was the day.  On paper it seems doable in one day but given everything I’ve heard about the state of the road, I planned to stop for the night after ‘the’ bridge at a town called Petauke where there is a campsite/lodge.  It made more sense to me to stop there as it (apparently) before the worst of the roadworks and closer to South Luangwa – and meant I didn’t have to stay at Bridge Camp.

So off I went, via a quick detour to the airport to get more kwachas – its the nearest ATM to the campsite.

The road from the campsite to the Great East Road - it rained a bit whilst I was there but thankfully not too much!

The road from the campsite to the Great East Road – it rained a bit whilst I was there but thankfully not too much!

The initial stretch of road seemed to defy all reports – yes, a few potholes but mostly repaired and lovely views into  vast valleys.

Water containers in a wheelbarrow - sensible :)

Water containers in a wheelbarrow – sensible 🙂

Less sensible

Less sensible

Yawn... another police checkpoint, just before Luangwa Bridge

Yawn… another police checkpoint, just before Luangwa Bridge

And yet another checkpoint on the bridge itself.  Possibly to enforce a one way flow of traffic, not sure...

And yet another checkpoint on the bridge itself. Possibly to enforce a one way flow of traffic, not sure…

Luangwa Bridge

Luangwa Bridge

After the bridge, the road conditions went downhill, with lots of potholes and the start of roadworks.  Clearly there was some fairly serious rebuilding going on here, funded it seems by the EU.   Whenever you approached a stretch that was under repair, you were sent down a dirt track, usually cutting a corner, or running parallel to, the main road.

And shortly after the bridge - the start of the dreaded roadworks

And shortly after the bridge – the start of the dreaded roadworks

Virtually all roadworks with single file traffic rely on manual signs here - none of this high tec traffic light nonsense

Virtually all roadworks with single file traffic rely on manual signs here – none of this high tec traffic light nonsense

The first few stretches of ‘detour’ were ok – short and sweet.  The stretches of tarmac between detours tended to get worse, with less and less of the road width covered by tar – until there was just enough tar for 1 vehicle,  so I just hogged the middle until someone came the other way then pulled over.

Not quite 2 lanes worth of tarmac...

Not quite 2 lanes worth of tarmac…

Not the best stretch of road on which to overtake but he was sooo slow

Not the best stretch of road on which to overtake but he was sooo slow

Only enough tarmac for a single vehicle....just hog the centre line and hope nobody comes in the other direction :)

Only enough tarmac for a single vehicle….just hog the centre line and hope nobody comes in the other direction 🙂

As an aside to the roadworks etc, here are a few ‘photos’ showing very common roadside sights…

Typical scene wherever you go in Zambia and Botswana - women carrying water containers on their heads

Typical scene wherever you go in Zambia – women carrying water containers on their heads

Another standard scene here - people trying to sell fruit etc by the roadside.  Seems to be how many families generate income

Another standard scene here – people trying to sell fruit etc by the roadside. Seems to be how many families generate income

And another common scene since arriving in Zambia - bike taxis

And another common scene since arriving in Zambia – bike taxis

Most villages seem to consist of thatched roundhouses, many built of brick though rather than traditional materials

Most villages seem to consist of thatched roundhouses, many built of brick though rather than traditional materials

Well the locals flagrantly flout all road signs and laws so I figure I might as well join in

Well the locals flagrantly flout all road signs and laws so I figure I might as well join in

As I got closer to Petauke (where I intended to spend the night), the tarmac road didn’t really exist at all – or at least was being completely rebuilt – and I had to do long sections on dirt tracks, some of which were a bit nasty (and dry/dusty) at times.

Sometimes I wish I was here on a motorbike.  Sometimes.  Not today though.

Sometimes I wish I was here on a motorbike. Sometimes. Not today though.

Repairing the detour - no wonder the main road is taking so long :)

Repairing the detour – no wonder the main road is taking so long 🙂

Low vis driving - headlights essential even in bright daylight

Low vis driving – headlights essential even in bright daylight

Yet another detour...

Yet another detour…

And more repairs to the detour route....

And more repairs to the detour route….

More traditional huts

More traditional huts

New front door, anyone?

New front door, anyone?

After 260 miles and just under 7 hours of driving, I arrived in Petauke and pulled into Chimwemwe Lodge, my intended destination, and checked in – feeling quite relieved that it was over, for today at least!

Finally!  Chimwemwe 'Executive' Lodge and campsite.  And not a moment too soon...

Finally! Chimwemwe ‘Executive’ Lodge and campsite. And not a moment too soon…

Campsite was basic but more than adequate for 1 night

Campsite was basic but more than adequate for 1 night

Oh, the battery charger didn’t register the usual ‘overheating’ error – so hopefully whatever I’ve done (topping up the water or improving the airflow) has fixed the problem.  It wasn’t as hot today though, so it might just be a coincidence.  Time will tell…

Back to Lusaka and some chores

Unusually for me, having woken up at some completely antisocial hour (ie: before 8am) I was up, packed, and ready to leave Kasanka by 8:15am. Almost a record…!

The tracks through the park hadn’t magically improved overnight so it took a while to get to the lodge, where I was told off by the manager/owner for not having told them I was extending my stay.  Of course, I had said I might stay an extra night when I first checked in, and the campsite attendants knew about it, but…  ‘whatever’… I’ll bear it in mind for next time. As… if…

Approaching the river crossing near Pontoon Camp

Approaching the river crossing near Pontoon Camp

Narrow but not quite as bad as it looks

Narrow but not quite as bad as it looks

After another slow drive from the lodge to the gate, I paid for the additional day in the park (yesterday).  Of course, I couldn’t just pay – I had to register, even though I was leaving. I couldn’t find the receipt from when I originally got here, so they had to fill a new form in for me.

This being Africa, this meant I had plenty of time to pump up my tyres (having deflated them to cope with the off road section). I should point out that I probably have the slowest, crappiest compressor known to mankind (as sold by Halfords).

African bureaucracy…. {shrug}

Not surprisingly, the journey back to Lusaka along the same route I took to get here wasn’t particularly different – and it seems I didn’t record any of it so I can’t post any photos. Awww I hear you cry.

It was more chaotic than I remember on the approach to Lusaka though – some very impatient drivers overtaking and undertaking (not always on the road) in inappropriate places. Rather than getting wound up by it, I just joined in 🙂

I arrived back at Pioneer Camp somewhat frazzled & exhausted and immediately ordered dinner (or tea, depending on your view on these things) and a stiff G&T.

Managed to catch up briefly with Nick (photographer) who was still there but leaving the next day for Kasanka. Gave him a brief overview of the park, the camps, and the relative merits of the hides and such.

The next day I had to tackle an error condition I’ve been getting lately with the battery-to-battery charger, which controls the charging of my 2 leisure batteries by allowing power through to them from the alternator once the starter battery is fully charged.

The controller, after 45 minutes or so of charging (when driving) has been reporting an overheating output battery and as a result, stops charging the leisure batteries.  As I haven’t been on a mains hookup since getting to Zambia, this means the batteries aren’t getting fully charged and as a result, means I can’t stay anywhere without a mains point for more than a couple of days.

This became quite evident at Pioneer Camp when I was here last time – my fridge stopped working after a few days. I tried using my solar panel to top things up but, typically, the controller for that appears to have stopped working too. I noticed they sold similar controllers in the hardware shop in town when I was there last time, so I will get one tomorrow and try installing that.

I didn’t know if the overheating was an environmental thing (it is awfully hot here, and maybe the batteries don’t like the heat) or some sort of side effect of the batteries needing topping up with distilled water (which they may or may not do).

Having installed the batteries, cables, and controller under the cab seats (which seemed a great idea at the time, after all, why would I need to access them during the trip?!), they both had to come out.  The seats aren’t too difficult to take out, just heavy and a bit awkward!

I had also installed some plywood covers on top of the bases (under the seats) to try and prevent things (fingers, keys, coins, whatever) falling down into the bases and either being lost forever or causing a short circuit somewhere. Given that the controller was reporting an overheating issue, I decided to remove these whilst I was at it, to try and improve airflow through the bases.

Whilst I had the seats removed, it seemed sensible to check the various connections and clean off as much of the accumulated dust as possible. The passenger side was particularly bad – probably because that side has a hole in the floor which allows all the cables to come in from underneath the van and it isn’t very well sealed.

Bit dust in 'ere

Bit dusty in ‘ere

How it looked when it was installed

How it looked when it was first installed

One of the batteries had ports to allow inspection of the water level so I topped that one up – the other one, despite allegedly being the same model doesn’t have any ports so it will just have to do.

Whilst I was working in the cab, I gave it all a long overdue clean out – I really should try and keep on top of such things… This was all enough for one day so it was time for a shower and something to eat…

The next day I ventured into Lusaka city centre to do some shopping and more chores.

I’ve long been considering buying a gas burner to use outdoors – I have one in the van, but its permanently installed into the kitchen unit and I can’t bring myself to use it as the interior of the van is already too hot in the evenings 😦

A braai (BBQ to us Brits) is all well and good but it takes forever to get to a point where you can cook something, especially if you’re using wood as fuel. Its also a little excessive when you’re cooking for one.

I’ve seen a few people using these burners that sit on top of gas bottles and figure its a good option – quick and easy and no need to lug loads of firewood or charcoal around. I wasn’t entirely sure if the ‘standard’ burner (CADAC) would fit my existing bottle (which is inside the kitchen unit) and so bought a CADAC bottle whilst I was at it – this also avoids me having to keep dragging my existing gas bottle out of its cupboard under the hob and disconnecting things.  So I now have 2 gas bottles, basically.

I then went to the Afrox (gas company) compound in town to get both bottles filled, which in itself was a bit of a faff. Having checked in and told the people what I wanted, shown them the cylinders, etc etc, I dropped the cylinders off at the gas filling point with the paperwork, and went to pay – which took forever as, despite having 3 people in the front office, they appeared to only have one person actually doing anything. The situation wasn’t helped by other locals coming in and barging to the front of what passed for a queue. Clearly I was being too British and polite.

On my way back through town I popped into a shopping centre and tried to get a couple of low voltage fans (like you have in computer tower units) to try and increase the air flow through the seat bases but couldn’t find anyone who stocked them.

I also bought a new solar charger controller to replace my dubious one… I saw one in Game (which is quite different to the shops of the same name in the UK) but it was very expensive – £150 rather than the £40 I saw last time in the hardware shop. So I went with the cheaper option and hope I won’t regret it!

Finally I got an Airtel SIM card in case my family needed to contact me, even though I’m leaving Zambia shortly. This turned out to be a major drag. Having queued for a while I was told to go and fill in a registration form. So I did that, queued again, and nobody seemed to get anywhere. Another assistant (4 there, 3 doing nothing) eventually took pity on me and called me over and took the form, a copy of my passport, and sold me a SIM with some airtime. All this for a pay-as-you-go SIM card. Apparently it takes up to 24 hours for the SIM to be activated.

Actually many things seem to be a faff in Africa. Maybe thats where the word comes from f***ing Af [rica]?! 🙂 Only kidding – I really like it here, but yes, the slow progress whenever you want to achieve something does get a bit frustrating.  African time is definitely quite different to European time!

Driving through the city today was more challenging than last time – lots of traffic, lots of people doing crazy things – cyclists in particular. And some people clearly don’t encounter roundabouts (‘circles’ as they call them in this neck of the woods) much and seem unduly hesitant – even if nobody is coming, they stop and have a think.

Aaaaarrggghhhh!!! JUST GET ON WITH IT!!!

[and relax…]

Only once did it all get on top of me – when I was about to attempt a (slightly illicit) u-turn on the main road. I intended to turn right from the main road into a side road and then carry on round and straight out again on the main road. Some numpty decided they were also going to turn right but from my left hand side – even though there was no way they were ‘allowed’ to do, nor was there room for both of us in the side road. So both of us pulled away at the same time and I had to use the van’s size to force the other guy out of the way as he tried to squeeze in. As I swung it around I just threw one hand up in the air in his general direction and used a rude word. I think he got the point, but probably didn’t give a sh*t.

Definitely needed the stiff G&T I had when I got back… Driving in cities is the same the world over!