Wednesday 22 September 2010


Signor Charles Perreira knows the layout of Gorongosa National Park better than anyone. He has been a game scout there since 1972. In the late '70s he had to join the government Frelimo forces in order to protect the park against Renamo resistance fighters intent on poaching elephant ivory to fund their guerrilla-style war against the so-called legitimate government. Captain Rui Antonio Francisco fought on the opposite side and was responsible for lugging ivory across the border to sell to white Rhodesians/Zimbabweans. By a quirk of fate the owners of a fantastic new bush camp employed both these men at the outset of a project designed to restore a once great animal haven. They have become big amigos, sharing a tent and ciggies, and all their stories of the past are now coming out.



Mozambique is the fastest growing economy in Africa, and the restoration of Gorongosa with the help of Gregg Carr’s innovative foundation and others' dedication is receiving lots of attention. Perreira and Rui are now working together on this regeneration project; it's maybe a little fanciful to claim that their reconciliation is all down to the restorative powers of nature, but it certainly makes an uplifting story!


In the 1960s more people visited this park than the Kruger in South Africa. There is some wonderful footage shot in 1963 which you can see at the park headquarters of a brand new Mercedes saloon being driven around on rather unusually smooth tracks! The place is teeming with game: there may be only thirty or so lions remaining (I saw two of them recently) of the five hundred which once roamed the plain, but the bio-diversity here is superb with no fewer than eighteen species of antelope. As there's only one authentic bush camp in the park, you’ll have the place to yourselves, if you make the journey here to the bottom of the Great African Rift Valley.

Monday 1 March 2010

Journey from Sasaab in Samburu to Ol Lentille in Kaikipia , Kenya.



Journey from Sasaab in Samburu to Ol Lentille in Kaikipia , Kenya.




A few kilometres west of Wamba, the Land Rover stopped. Our Samburu guide had spotted three young boys no older than thirteen emerging from the bush. With big smiles on their faces, they greeted Mathew who, appropriately, was born in the shadow of the majestic Mathews Range of mountains in Northern Kenya. Armed with bows and arrows, these boys had evidently recently undergone their circumcision ritual and had left the village to perform their first duties as morans (Samburu for warriors). Each boy, as part of his initiation, had a necklace of dead birds around his neck. They are not permitted to wash for a month...perhaps today was quite early on in their initiation period.

We continued on, reaching a good bridge to cross over the Ewaso Nyiro river. But for the badly needed heavy rains of the previous weeks, we could have shortened our journey by a couple of hours and crossed much lower down on what is often a dry or shallow river-bed. Today, the savannah plains between the Mathews range and the Laikipia plateau were pretty green, but signs of severe soil erosion remained, something I had seen from the air in all too horrific breadth a few years earlier. We were journeying today from Sasaab Lodge in the Samburu area to Ol Lentille in Laikipia. From Sasaab itself we could see the exact mountain we were heading for due west. To get there, though, involved some serious criss-crossing north, west and south of this usually arid landscape. Sweet sixteen was the easiest and most amusing landmark during our journey. (see pic above left)

Further on we stopped again, seemingly in the middle of nowhere (these were unmade roads) as an elder came marching down the track. Fresh greetings were exchanged as Mathew explained he knew this man of old. Eventually, we reached the small town of Oldoinyiro. Onesmas, our Samburu moran, also on board, told us that he had walked here from his village a few years ago to buy some cattle. It had taken him three days. Later on, four girls in Samburu regalia were standing by the side of the track as we slowly negotiated a particularly awkward piece of rocky road. Onesmas, a lithe 24 year old, must have given them some sort of encouragement as they were soon giving chase. A relatively smooth bit of track enabling the Land Rover to reach second gear ensured he escaped their attentions.

After five hours we had not seen another car – well, not one that was moving anyway. Sometimes in Africa it is worth considering a road journey if you can put up with the bumps and possibility of being stranded. I, for one, always find these journeys some of the most memorable aspects of a safari. You get to see real, unadulterated Africa, and I feel blessed often to have experienced what you will never get in some scripted, glossy-brochure game reserve.





Friday 5 February 2010

Lamu January 2010


Crabs on the beach at Kizingo on Lamu: I have read people complaining on trip advisor about seeing crabs on the beach along this wonderful expanse of beach on the northern Kenyan coast. Quite extraordinary. These guys should stay at home surely? A bunch of us had an amazing time after Christmas and rented a simple house 25 minutes walk along the beach from Kisingo lodge. Perfect, and brilliant value for money. http://www.kizingo.com/