Author: kmcgee

My first destination park in Zambia was the relatively unknown and rarely visited Lochinvar National Park, located southwest of the capital Lusaka and situated on the southern edge of the Kafue Flats, a wide floodplain of the Kafue River. Lochinvar NP (165 sq. mi.), established in 1972, is centered on the river floodplains and the shallow Chunga Lagoon which fluctuates considerably in size with variations in river levels, but the Park also includes extensive marshes, grasslands and wooded uplands as you move south from the river. Kafue Flats is the exceptional ecological feature – much like the Okavango Delta in Botswana – that extends along the river for more than 100 km and is up to 50 km wide in places. The Flats include numerous braided channels of the river along with pools of all sizes, sloughs and extensive abutting marshland and grassy plains that vary from partially flooded to dry in response to the wet/dry annual cycle. Here are a few shots of the ecological gradient from the Kufue flats immediately abutting the marshland to the upland woodlands:

One unappealing aspect of this National Park, at least for my tastes, is that they allow certain commercial resource extraction activities, including a large open-pit gypsum mine in the middle of the Park with heavy hauling trucks going in and out all day and a local commerical fishery by communities located both inside and outside the Park, a boat harbor for the latter shown here:

In addition, cattle from the adjacent lands are allowed to forage and access water within the Park, and since the community lands outside the Park are limited in both resources, the cattle make significant use of the Park. To me, it is a bit tragic that a national park has to be used in this way, even though I understand that without these compromises they probably would not have been able to create the Park in the first place, so I guess it is better than not having a Park, but then again I’m not sure in this case what it really means to be a “Park”. It didn’t feel much like a National Park as I passed huge trucks hauling out gypsum and ran into cattle herds on several occasions, including waking up to a herd of several hundred cattle approaching my campsite. Here is the view from my campsite – not what I hope for in a national park:

On the flip side, I took advantage of the local fishermen and had one of them take me out into the marsh and lagoon in his boat, as I show in my video below, so I guess I shouldn’t complain too much.

Lochinvar NP is particularly well known for the large herds of Kafue lechwe, an antelope species endemic to the Kafue flats (i.e., it is found here and nowhere else) that reaches numbers in the many thousands. Everywhere I looked on the flats I saw herds of Kafue lechwe.

My campsite was what is referred to as a “bush camp” or “wild camp”, which means it was just a spot that I chose for my campsite but without any facilities at all. I simply drove as far as I could out on Kafue Flats until I hit wet grassland and marsh and stopped next to a tree and slough, set up my campsite (i.e., opened the rooftop of the Green Dragon) and sat back to enjoy the amazing sunset, as shown here:

Unbeknownst to me, it turned out that the fishermen from one of the local villages located inside the Park used this area to launch their boats from a small channel about a 100 meters away. After setting up my campsite I walked over and talked to one of them and arranged for a boating trip into the marsh the following day. Here’s a composite video of my excursion out on to Kafue Flats in a very small and unstable wooden canoe – if you are so inclined, sit back and enjoy the canoe ride with me:

Lochinvar National Park Kafue Flats composite video (15 minutes)

After my morning canoe ride I decided to change campsites for a change of scenery. I drove to the other side of the Park to the edge of Chundu pool, which is the enormous pool – lake, really – we boated out to, as seen in the video above. However, the one site with a very limited view of the open water was strewn with trash from the local fishermen that use the spot as a harbor. I decided it was too unpleasant and there were no other camping options since it was too long a drive to get back to my previous campsite, so I left the Park.

Overall, while Kafue Flats was exceptional in many ways and my canoe ride was quite memorable, the Park had little else to offer. There was very little wildlife to see, other than the lechwe and the wetland birds – which were great – and there were zero facilities for campers. I saw a couple of baboons and vervet monkeys and I heard a spotted hyena and that’s about it. In retrospect, I’m not sure it was worth the long drive to get here on rough dirt and gravel roads for a single night and a 3 hour canoe trip. Oh well, live and learn.

I opted to drive halfway to my next destination, Kafue National Park, to save me a very long drive the next day, and “wild camped” along the way. My iOverlander app directed me to a “flat spot behind a tree”, which was sort of true, but also put me on some private property with an undetermined owner or owners, so I went to the first house enountered off the road at that point and asked for permission. The person didn’t speak or understand a word of English so I had to use sign language to indicate my request. I felt like Merriweather Lewis communicating with the native Americans on his journey across western North America in 1803. Ultimately, I think I got permission, so I gave the person 50 kwacha, or the equivalent of $2.50 USD, which doesn’t sound like a lot but is in fact a lot here, and went to my chosen flat spot behind the tree. Later, after dark, a couple of other women with a small child showed up and tried to communicate in their native language. I determined that they too wanted some kwacha, so I ended up given them each 50 kwacha and the child a box of crayons and drawing booklet and they went away happy. No other visitors after that, thank goodness.

Next morning, I continued on my way and had an interesting pontoon ferry crossing of the Kafue River, as shown here:

Eventually, after driving some distance on mostly pretty decent gravel roads and one sketchy dirt track leading to my final destination, I made it to KaingU Safari Lodge and my campsite. More on that in the next post. Cheers.

Nancy and I said goodbye to Mana Pools National Park and Zimbabwe with sadness since we really loved our visit to the country and its wonderful Parks and people. Our first stop was the border post with Zambia at Chirundu. Fortunately, we engaged a helper and there was almost no one else in the queue so the process went relatively quickly; i.e., 1.5 hours. However, the process to get through this one-stop border post (i.e., leave Zimbabwe and enter Zambia) was the most convoluted and complex process imaginable, and one that we would never have been able to navigate ourselves. In and out of several offices, back and forth between customs and who knows what other offices, stamping this and that, paying this and that, and all done in a whirlwind frenzy. At one point they didn’t want to let us leave Zimbabwe because we didn’t have a police authorized and notorized declaration form stating the vehicle was not stolen. After about 20 minutes of pleading my case they relented and stamped me through that step of the process, but it was touch and go for a minute and I wasn’t sure if they were just trying to get me to pay a bribe or not so I just kept on pleading my case until they agreed. Apparently, this is the worse border crossing in all of southern Africa – who would have known.

After the “crossing” we stopped at Chita Lodge just outside the town/city of Kafue about 1 hour south of Lusaka. The Lodge offered camping on the Kafue River front and seemed like it would be a sweet spot to rest up before Nancy’s departure from Luska. Well, turned out my research on this place wasn’t too accurate and informative. What could have been a really sweet place turned out to be a wild and raucous hang out for the local affluent 20-30 year olds and the ablutions were crap (i.e., no hot water, no water at all in the morning, dirty and smelly). Partying went on until 11:00 pm. Needlesstosay, we didn’t get the nice nights sleep we desired. I’m very sorry I subjected Nancy to this on her last night. Argh!

It was a very sad goodbye to Nancy in Lusaka as she departed Africa and headed home to Colorado. She is my ultimate and perfect travel companion and made everything more special. I’m very sad to see her go. But, the journey must continue.

I ended up finding a very sweet lodge and campground just outside Lusaka for the night (Pioneer Lodge) and had the entire place to myself. Beautiful setting, hot clean showers and ablutions, attractive open air dinning and lounge area, and gardens, and all for $12 USD! Laundry service, dinner (butternut squash soup), and a hand-made tote bag (for carrying stuff) all for $35 USD. Nice deal!

After a few shopping chores in Lusaka, I am off to the relatively remote and poorly visited Lochinvar National Park for a couple nights. Don’t know what kind of wifi service I will have, so I’ll be back online with the next episode when I can. Cheers.

Our 4^th country on this overland trip is Zambia, and once again, it is worth sharing a few factoids about this country to put things in better context and to educate myself (and you, if needed) a little about this corner of the world.

• As you can see in the map above, Zambia is a land-locked country bordering Namibia, Angola, Democratic Republic of the Congo, Tanzania, Malawi and Mozambique (and it touches Botswana too) located between the latitudes 8-18 degrees south, which in terms of distance from the equator is the southern hemisphere equivalent to, say, Columbia and Venezuela in the northern hemisphere.
• Roughly the same size as Texas.
• Roughly 20 million people, compared to ~332 million in the U.S..
• 7 official languages, including Bemba, Nyanja, Lozi, Tonga, Luvale, Lunda, and Kaonde, the latter three being languages of North-Western Province. English is the official language of government and is used for education, commerce, and law.
• Government is a democratic republic, which includes independent executive, legislative and judicial branches with a structure similar to the US, except that the legislature is unicameral and thus contains only a single national assembly. Since 1991 it has become a stable multi-party democracy.
• Official currency is the Kwacha, but many tourist places (e.g., hotels, lodges, etc.) accept US Dollars.
• The major export is copper in various forms, comprising roughly 75% of all exports, and a wide range of less important items include gold and other minerals, tobacco and, you guessed it, diamonds, similar to Zimbabwe.
• It is unclear what percentage of the population self-identifies as indigenous, but there some 73 self-recognized tribes.
• Zambia’s European colonization history is very similar to Zimbabwe’s. The indigenous Khoisan hunter-gatherers began to be displaced by Bantu peoples some two thousand years ago, and the influx of various Bantu peoples continued through the 19th century. The Portuguese were the first Europeans to sway influence over the region during the 16^th and 17^th centuries but never assumed any real colonial control over what was then the Mutapa Kingdom. Eventually, the British arrived in 1855 in the form of English explorer David Livingstone, who encountered the spectacular Mosi-O-Tunya falls on the Zambezi River, and called them ‘Victoria Falls’. Subsequently, in the 1880s and 1890s, British companies, specifically the British South Africa Company, began mineral extraction and eventually consolidated the territory into what they called “Northern Rhodesia”, which became a British protectorate in 1924 when the company charter expired. Northern Rhodesia was forced into a federation with Southern Rhodesia (today’s Zimbabwe) and Nyasaland (today’s Malawi) in 1953, but this sparked protests and independence movements, particularly in Northern Rhodesia. The federation was dissolved at the end of 1963 and independence activist Kenneth Kaunda became the president of the new independent Republic of Zambia in 1964.
• Did you know that Zambia has termite hills the size of a house – awesome!
• Did you know that more than 70 languages are spoken in Zambia – wow!
• Nshima is a traditional Zambian dish made by pouring maize (corn) flour into hot water, and it is eaten pretty much every day and with everything, but only with your hands if you want to fit in with the locals – no cutlery please!
• Has ~41% of its total land area devoted to national parks, reserves and wildlife management areas – amazing accomplishment and the highest in all of Africa!

As I leave behind Zimbabwe, once again it is time to reflect on observations of the country from behind the wheel. Here are some of my reflections:

#1. The African Runaround. In fairness to this great country, this observation is not really restricted to Zimbabwe, as I observed the same runarounds in Botswana and South Africa. The “runaround” refers to my attempts to purchase almost any item other than food, although I even had some runarounds when it came to finding food stores as well, in which I get directed to one store only to find out that it doesn’t carry the item, redirected to another store, which also dosesn’t carry the item. It’s like this. You go to a store that based on its name and categorization online should stock a particular item, say a jerry can. You get to the store and find out they don’t have it and they direct you to another store. You drive to that store only to find out that they also don’t have the item, but they direct you to yet another store, and so on. Here’s a symbolic representation of the scenario I am describing: A -> B -> C -> D -> A. The surprising and super frustrating thing is that the store clerks don’t seem to have any idea of what the other stores in their locality ,and by the way in the same retail category (e.g., outdoor supplies), actually offer and so you get this circuitous runaround and spend an unbelievable amount of time tracking down where to buy a simple item.

#2. Potholes Forever. I have ranted about this before, but I owe it to anyone reading this blog to repeat and enhance my rant here because the issue has risen to new heights in Zimbabwe. In South Africa, as I pointed out before, they at least have the courtesy to alert you with a sign to the fact that there is an upcoming mine field and that they plan to do nothing about it other than post a warning sign of your doom if you don’t slow down. In Zimbabwe, however, they don’t bother to alert you since you can pretty much expect all secondary roads to be massively potholed. Because of this reality, much of the driving on secondary, supposedly asphalt, roads is with one tire on the edge of the irregular-edged asphalt and the other on the sand/gravel verge (side), meaning that you are perpetually tilted away from the center of the road. On the positive side, it does provide a subtle core workout for the body. Regardless, it is quite clear that road infrastructure planning, management and implementation involves getting some one-time flush of funds to asphalt a road, and to cover as many miles as possible, do so with a single 1-inch layer of asphalt, and then hope it holds up until the next adminstration. Clearly, road maintenance is not on anyone’s radar, other than for the few primary highways, which are in decent shape, save a few exceptions.

#3. Twistin and Turnin the Road Away. One of the realities of driving on “game” drives in the Parks is that you have to go slow, not just so that you can spot wildlife, but because the roads/tracks are so damn twisty. Well, I have studied this issue quite a bit and have concluded that the snake-like twisted course of many Park roads results from complete negligence. To be specific, if a tree falls down across the road or partially into the road, instead of the Park staff ocassionally driving the roads and cutting away the fallen trees, which would take minimal effort in almost all cases, instead, they let drivers make a new track around the debris until it becomes the main track. Over time the road takes on a twisty, turning course simply because no one ever clears a fallen tree from the track. Let me be clear, I don’t mind the twisty nature of the tracks as it feels more “wild”, but I can’t believe that the Park wants all these new tracks being formed. I can’t help but attribute the result to indifference and/or laziness on the part of the Park and staff, which leads me to my next rant. Here are a couple of examples:

#4. To Staff or Not to Staff? I have commented repeatedly in this blog about the deplorable condition of the Park roads and facilities infrastructure in many of the Parks (but there some excellent exceptions, as noted), and I would normally excuse this because of understaffing and underfunding. However, I have learned through cryptic inquiries that understaffing is NOT the problem, although underfunding may be. In fact, most of the Parks we have visited have a shockingly large staff. For example, in Matusadona National Park we learned that they have 200 people working there, all stationed at the administrative headquarters. In Chizarira National Park we saw a few dozen or more Park personnel at the admin center every time we went by to use the WiFi. In all cases, however, we almost never encountered Park staff out and about in the Park actually working. The one exception was in Mana Pools where there was a crew of 20 workers rebuilding a washed out concrete bridge over a small waterway. Instead, I really hate to say it, but we often saw Park staff just sitting around doing nothing. With the numerous Park staff on hand and with a little work effort and ethic, they could do so much to improve the conditions for tourists in the Parks – if they wanted to. A simple thing like fixing the signage would go a long way. There are so many road intersection signs that have fallen apart or have illegible print on them that without a GPS it would be all too easy to get lost. It many cases it would literally take a few minutes with a can of paint to improve the signage. I really don’t understand the apparent lack of work ethic in the Parks, but perhaps for the workers it is simply a paid job and not a passion, so they don’t do anything unless directed to. I’m sorry to be so critical, but I can’t abide laziness when there is work needed to be done.

#5. The Ultimate Carwash. In the states, we pay a premium for a machine car wash that basically doesn’t do crap but wet the vehicle and make it shine in a few exposed places. However, in Zimbabwe we treated ourselves to car washes in a couple different towns and boy-oh-boy what a washing they do. For anywhere from 10-20 dollars, you get 1-3 laborers working on your vehicle for up to an hour. Power wash, followed by hand scrubbing with detergent, followed by another wash, another hand scrubbing, another power wash, and then a hand drying. And we are talking in and out of every nook and cranny on the top, sides, and underneath the vehicle. Oh, and did I mention that they also degrease and hand clean the engine under the hood and polish the wheels! And, for a couple of bucks more they vacum, hand wash and shine the inside of the vehicle. I’m telling you, this is the delux in car washes. It’s almost worth shipping your vehicle over to this country just to get a car wash!

#6. Happy, despite all things. Like all the African people we have seen and met, the Zibabweans are happy, friendly people. Most enthusiastically wave as you pass by and anyone you meet and talk to is super friendly and welcoming; this, despite the deplorable working and living conditions for the vast majority of the people, especially those living in the rural areas. We learned from conversion with one worker at a lodge/camp that the standard pay for a low-level worker – grounds keeper in this case – is $5 USD/day and supervisors can make up to $20/day. Based on the high cost of food in this country, these are barely living wages – just enough to feed oneself and small family, forget about buying a house or going on vacation. Most of the workers we met had a spouse and 3 or more kids, so how they can get by on these wages is a mystery to me. I suspect in the rural villages things are much worse, as there is essentially no paid labor positions. We learned that in most households the head of the family (males in most cases), and in some cases both spouses, leave their village and home for work in an urban center or perhaps a job with the government (e.g., in a Park) for months at a time and only return home periodically. The kids stay home with their grandparents and go to the local public school. The typical scenario seems to be work away from home for 3 months and then return home for 1 month. Note, every worker we met was excited about the upcoming presidential election to be held on August 23 and adamant about a change in administration. They are tired of the corruption, the empty promises, and failure of the government to actually do things to help the average citizen. All voiced deep concern and frustration over the declining economic conditions in the country. Despite all this, they all smile and are happy to meet you and seem generally happy people. SO, go to Zimbabwe, spend some money, and meet some of these nice, happy people.

#7. To Give Or Not To Give? Given the deplorable living conditions I described above, it is no wonder that children in the villages almost universally beg for food, treats, money, or whatever when you pass them by. My heart weeps every time I see young children run out from their mud and thatched, little rondavel hut to the roadside and reach out with their tiny hands and beg for food or treats as I pass them by. However, to stop and give each child something is simply not possible, as it would take a truckload of gifts to satisfy all the children encountered. With my limited supply of gifts for children, namely pencils and crayons, how do I choose when to stop and when to pass them by. It’s the same dilemma I faced with the roadside produce stands. How do I decide which child gets a gift? When a raft load of kids rush out from a village it’s a nobrainer, as I don’t have enough to satisfy them all, so I sheepishly pass them by and wave – which is not the response they are after. I am embarrassed and guilt-ridden waving at these children when they are reaching out begging, but what else can I do? So I delay and delay handing out gifts until I see the most desparate, needy child that is either alone or with just a few siblings. But then I face another dilemma. Is it fair to give a child a pencil or crayon without also giving them some paper to write or draw on? Unfortunately, I did not come prepared with paper to give out, so my pencils and crayons remain on my dash taunting me every time I pass by a begging child. However, I just purchased some small writing/drawing booklets and am now prepared to start handing out pencils/crayons and paper. But I still face the dilemma of choosing the recipients of my meager gifts. Perhaps instead I should pick a small village and find the primary school master and give all the pencils/crayons and paper to the school. But then I would probably feel equally or more embarrassed to deliver so few items to a school when I have the means to do so much more, and they know it. If anyone has some good advice on how to resolve this dilemma, please share?

#8. Glorious Parks. Whatever you might say about Zimbabwe, one thing is for certain, they have magnificant Parks. Moreover, each Park has a unique character and distinctive features. Zambezi has the might river front, Hwange has the amazing water holes, Chizarira has the spectacular escarpment, Matusadona has the beautiful lakeside, and Mana Pools has the phenomenal Zambezi River floodplain and pools. The wildlife is incredible and the terrain is highly varied with lots of mountains, plains and rivers to keep your interest. All this combined with friendly people makes this a wonderful place to visit.

After resupplying in the town of Kariba, we headed to the most famous park in Zimbabwe, Mana Pools National Park, located on the lower Zambezi River on the border with Zambia and its Lower Zambezi River National Park. Here, the floodplain turns into a broad expanse of lakes and sloughs after each rainy season, and as the lakes and sloughs gradually dry up and recede during the dry season large animals flock to the shores and few permanent pools in search of water, making Mana Pools one of Africa’s most renowned game-viewing regions. Mana Pools NP (2,612 sq. mi.), declared as a national Park in 1975, was inscribed as a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1984 based on its pure wilderness and beauty. Mana means ‘four’ in Shona, in reference to the four large permanent pools formed by the meanderings of the middle Zambezi.

We booked an exclusive campsite in Mana Pools called Nkupe, which is the most remote of the exclusive sites and beautifully situated on the banks of the Zambezi River, with expansive views over the river and floodplain and across the river to the Zambian escarpment (note, we shifted our actual campsite location within the site between nights, so the photos below may look like we are at different sites, but we are not). Here are a few shots of our campsite and the state-of-the-art pit toilet:

The most spectacular aspect of our campsite, in addition to the incredible morning and evening hippo and bird serenade (through in a few hyena’s to boot), was the sunrises and sunsets, especially the later. Here are few shots that don’t do justice to the sublime scene:

In addition to the sublime setting, we also ate like royalty thanks to Nancy’s ingenious cooking with the supplies on hand. I added very little to the cuisine other than some yeasted bread made in the Dutch oven, as seen here (note, I failed to take a picture of my Dutch oven bread at Mana Pools, so the photo below is from a similar effort at Chizarira):

In addition to the river and floodplain, the Park consists of extensive areas of mopane woodland (which you are now all too familiar with) and bushveld on the relatively flat valley floor, interspersed with patches of dry forest growing on outlying remnants of Kalahari sand. However, the floodplain area along the river, in which our campsite is located, is the most unique and interesting part of the landscape. This unique setting extends in from the river several kilometers and consists of a series of abandoned river channels (from the days before the regulated flow of the river from upstream dams) interspersed with old islands and pans. The riparian woodlands in this floodplain area support a diversity of tree species, but one gr\oup of trees known as “albida” have an interesting “reverse cycle” in which they lose their leaves during the rainy season and are in full leaf and fruit during the winter and spring dry season, providing desirable food for many animals during the hottest, driest times of the year. The riparian floodplain woodlands during this time of year looks like a muncipal Park, as the huge trees are spaced out and the understory is almost completely cleared of leafy shrubs, leaving only closely cropped grass and bare ground. Later in the dry season around September-October all the remaining grass and stubble will be consumed by the abundant termite colonies, leaving only bare ground under the spacious canopy trees, only to be flushed with new lush new growth as soon as the rains begin in November. Here are some photos of the landscape:

The open Park-like setting of the riparian floodplains makes for ideal wildlife walks, so Nancy and I took advantage of a credit we had on our account due to overpaying the Park fees online, and went on an early-morning guided walk with a “ranger”. The day begin with a partial pride of 7 lions on the hunt (and a couple of spotted hyenas close behind) crossing the track in front of us in full hunting formation. One half-hearted attempt at an impala was quickly given up and then we lost them to the riverfront, so we went on to meet our ranger guide. As you will see in the video below, our guided walk began quietly with a hippo emerging from a pool full of crocodiles and wading birds (mostly yellow-billed storks), but soon evolved into an exciting wild dog hunt. We spotted 6 wild dogs on the hunt (we were told that the remainder of the pack must have been back at the den taking care of the newbord pups) and were able to stay with them for about 45 minutes while they moved through the open understory, made an attempt at an impala (but gave up quickly), rested, resumed the hunt, and then rested again. After some time, we concluded that they could be resting for a long time so we abandoned them to visit one of the “mana” pools before returning to camp. The video below of the wild dogs sort of sucks, in part because we kept our distance so as to not interfere with the hunt, but at least it will give Mook something to drool over as he was keen to see wild dogs on our visit to Botswana where we were unsuccessful. Sorry Mook! Here’s a photo of Nancy and our guide:

Mana Pools composite video (18 minutes)

OK, that wraps it up for Zimbabwe. Next stop Zambia and Nancy’s sad departure.

Photo Gallery:

Hippos outnumber people here, probably by several-fold, but I failed to get any photos so you’ll have to take my word for it. Instead, here are a few other photos I think capture some magical moments:.

Into the unknown no longer! After leaving Chizarira and the amazing cliff-top camping on the edge of the Zambezi River valley escarpment and the Mucheni River gorge, we decided to go to the other extreme and spend time on the shores of Lake Kariba in Matusadona National Park, which just so happened to be more or less on the way to our next destination Park, Mana Pools National Park.

Our original plan was to backtrack west past Binga to the port town Mlibizi at the western end of Lake Kariba, spend a couple of nights R&R, and then catch the 22-hour long overnight ferry to the eastern end of the Lake to the town of Kariba. However, we were unable to book a spot on the ferry because of vehicle height limitations (i.e., the 3 slots for vehicles exceeding 2 meters in height were already reserved), so we instead kept on driving east from Chizarira on the so-called “back road”, which was reported to be a long and tortuous drive on a terrible road. However, much to our surprise and delight, the road was in pretty good shape, with only a few minor rough spots. Moreover, for 7 hours of driving we only saw 4 other vehicles, 3 of which were trucks hauling goods, and these were all near the beginning of the day’s drive. Thus, for probably 6 hours or so we saw no other vehicles, even though there were a fair number of pedestrians from the local villages scattered along the way. We had one river to ford en route, since the bridge was long since washed out. We had a small audience during our crossing, probably because they had rarely seen other vehicles on this road, let alone someone ford the river. Turned out the river bottom was solid sand and the Green Dragon cruised across as if it was an insult to the vehicle’s ego. Here’s a photo of the crossing point:

We detoured off the main through road (which ends on the main highway that leads to Mana Pools and elsewhere) to go to Matusadona National Park on the shores of Lake Kariba. The Park is the first in Zimbabwe to fall under the African Parks mandate, which is a partnership between the National Parks of the resident country (Zimparks in this case) and this NGO. African Parks has helped “rescue” several Parks throughout Africa. Essentially, at the request of the resident government, African Parks comes in an takes over management of the Park and dramatically improves pretty much everything from road infrastructure to tourism facilities, such as first-class campsite accommodations, and the general administration of the Park. African Parks took over management of Matusadona in 2019 with a 20-year agreement and the improvements are already obvious to us.

Proclaimed a National Park in 1975, Matusadona (1,470 km2) was once a conservation stronghold for African elephant and black rhino, and a sought-after tourism destination. But over the years, financial resources slowly diminished and poor management impacted the parks’ wildlife. Limited road networks and manpower left some areas entirely unpatrolled resulting in rampant poaching which virtually eliminated the black rhino population and severely reduced the elephant population. As with Chizarira, the widlife populations are just now starting to recover. As an example, a recent survey counted over 2,100 hippos along the Park’s lakeshore, up from a mere 250 in the 1980’s.

This remote and rugged Park gets its name from the rolling Matusadona hills that form part of its water-rich landscape. The Park is flanked by Lake Kariba to the north, the peaks of the Matusadona hills to the south, and two perennial rivers, the Ume and the Sanyati, to the east and west. Driving here, we passed down through the Matusadona hills on a very windy road that coursed up and down across countless streambeds, most of which were dry this time of year. Much of the mountainous inland portion of the Park is dominated by mopane woodland, but the hills descend to flatland near the shores of the lake with mixed woodland species. One of the iconic features of the Lake is the kilometer-wide “drowned forest” comprised of the trees that died when the lake was filled but still remain today, even after more than 50 years, as standing dead trees or snags. Here are a couple photos of the Park:

For Nancy and I, the highlight of the Park was the spectacular public campsite situated out on a peninsular with huge shade trees, modern ablution facilities (including hot showers!), uninterrupted views of sunrise and sunset across the Lake, hippos serenading us all evening and morning, and much more. Here are a few photos:

A perpetual breeze off the lake combined with perfect temperatures kept the environment most comfortable. We felt little need to abandon our serene campsite setting for drives on the Park’s few roads, so we spent an afternoon and all of one full day relaxing and enjoying the spectacular setting, and adding several new bird species to the list. Of course, the evenings were spent around a campfire, with countless stars in the sky, Venus so bright that it was reflecting off the surface of the lake, and a little musical entertainment by yours truly. Here is a short snippet of my evening campfire serenade to Matusadona and Lake Kariba:

Matusadona evening flute serenade (30 seconds)

Instead of another long and slow drive to another unknown stop en route to Mana Pools, we opted to spend the money on a barge ferry that was returning to Kariba after delivering supplies to the Park and had room to accommodate a vehicle. Six hours of dusty driving or 6 hours relaxing on the barge while birding and brunching? The choice was a no-brainer. Here’s a 6-minute video of our Lake Kariba barge/ferry journey:

Lake Kariba barge/ferry journey video (6 minutes)

After our ferry journey, we ended up staying in a campground just outside of Kariba within a strange lakeside association that is a combination of residential homes, rental chalets, restaurant/bar and this campground. Rather than search for a more secluded setting, we opted to settle here for the night and take advantage of the restaurant, To our surprise, we had a very large hippo grazing on the grasses in our campground after we returned from the restaurant, and prior to dinner there were zebras grazing in between the buildings – strange place or should I say strange animals.

We are off to Mana Pools National Park. See you there!

After a brief safari respite on the shores of Lake Kariba, we headed to the remote and rarely visited Chizarira National Park, located in northern Zimbabwe south of Lake Kariba. Chizarira NP (770 sq. mi.), established in 1975, is the 3^rd largest national park in Zimbabwe and is situated on the Zambezi escarpment, which falls steeply some 2,000 feet to the Zambezi River valley floor and offers magnificent views towards Lake Kariba, 25 miles to the north. Rivers such as the Mucheni and Lwizikululu have cut almost sheer gorges in the escarpment, making for some spectacular scenery, as you will see if you watch the video below.

The landscape in this Park is dramatically different from that of Hwange. The landscape here is craggy near the escarpment, intensely incised by spectacular gorges and awesome gulches, with lush vegetation found in the impenetrable valleys because of natural springs. Grading south away from the escarpment are hills and valleys puncuated with drainages constituting the headwaters of the rivers that cut through the escarpment. Here are some photos showing the varied landscape:

As you may have noticed in the photos above, owing to the Park’s history, the landscape is rather heavily forested today, albeit with mostly young trees. Specifically, it appears that prior to independence in 1980 much of the Park was burned regularly with high severity fires (perhaps for many hundreds of years by the natives), and this was especially true during the war of independence between 1965-1980. Consequently, while miambo woodland dominated land cover near the escarpment, it quickly gave way to a mosaic of mopane woodland and open grassland savannah. Indeed, much of the Park was open grassland savannah. After independence there was almost no management of the Park and thus very little prescribed burning took place. Consequently, much of what was open grassland regenerated to dense woodland, which dominates the landscape today. Recently, the Park resumed burning with an aggressive acreage target every year, but they are burning with too low an intensity so that at best only a couple percent of the small woody stems are getting killed. Unless they start burning at much higher severity they will never recover the open grassland savannah they presumably want. Of course, one must ask whether they should seek to create an environment – open grassland savannah – that is not what nature wants to create. Nature wants this to be a rather dense woodland I think. Ah, the challenges of managing a landscape with such a complex ecological and anthropogenic history in the current socio-political context. I’m glad I am sort of retired! Here are some photos of the post-burn landscape:

Chizarira NP is arguably Zimbabwe’s most remote wilderness area. Unfortunately, the remoteness and low visitation of this Park, including the lack of lodges and safari operators, has meant increased risk from poachers in recent years and many wildlife populations have seriously suffered as a consequence. Accordingly, we saw very little wildlife on the few accessible drives in the Park. A partnership betweent the Park and an NGO called National Parks Rescue has mostly put a stop on the poaching, so they say, but it has only been 5 years since the anti-poaching effort began so the wildlife populations have not yet recovered, so most of the big game species are sparse and hard to find.

There are very few roads in the Park and most of them have apparently not been maintained since they were built, and thus they are essentially no longer drivable. Consequently, we had to content ourselves with driving the few accessible roads, which occupied us for the first couple of days. One of the so-called accessible roads even challenged the Green Dragon a little – but only a little! I actually had to put the troopie in 4×4 low for the first time to cross a gulch. Another so-called drivable road along the escarpment to a spectacular veiwpoint was just barely drivable, with numerous bolders strewn across the “track” and downed logs, some of which we had to remove to pass, as depicted in these photos:

Nevertheless, the remoteness and low visitation are the very things that attracted us to this Park. In fact, on our first day and night in the Park, we were the only visitors! Yes, that right, we had 770 sq. miles of Park entirely to ourselves for a day, except for the Park staff of course (of which there were quite a few for some unknown reason given the lack of facilities and tourism). On day two another self-drive party arrived, so it started to get crowded. Needless-to-say, on our drives through the Park we saw nobody, except for a 3-person team of researchers studying lion and elephant in the Park. Of course, most visitors with any sanity would not have tried to drive a couple of the roads we drove, so perhaps it is no surprise that we didn’t run into the one or two other visitors to the Park.

Our campsite was called Mucheni View and was situated right on the edge of the escarpment at the mouth of the Mucheni River gorge. The video below will do the talking I hope, but just let me say that Nancy said that this was in her top 3 favorite campsites of all time – that’s saying something! Unbelievable view, no bugs, perfect temperatures day and night, nice facilities (i.e., ablutions, gazebo, brai, water) – what more can you ask for?

One of the greatest things about our campsite in Chizarira was the night sky. We are talking seriously dark sky as there is literally no light pollution for hundreds of miles and the arid climate this time of year makes for superb night sky viewing. The Milky Way never was more visible and spectacular in its display. Here is a nice photo Nancy captured of just after sunset with our campfire in the foreground and the escarpment in the background:

Here is a short composite video of our campsite and the escarpment:

Chizarira Mucheni View Video (9 minutes)

OK, we are on to an unknown destination, as we have 3 days and nights to kill before going on to Mana Pools National Park, where we have reservations. Into the unknown we go! We’ll see you on the other side, hopefully!

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After leaving Hwange National Park, we headed to the town of Binga on the shore of Lake Kariba for a little relaxation by the lake and resupply before heading to our next national park (sorry, no map for this one). Lake Kariba is the world’s largest artificial lake and reservoir by volume. Lake Kariba lies along the border between Zambia and Zimbabwe. It was filled between 1958 and 1963 following the completion of the Kariba Dam at its northeastern end, flooding the Kariba Gorge on the Zambezi River. The lake runs 129 miles long and averages 25 miles wide. A number of fish species have been introduced to the lake, notably the sardine-like kapenta (transported from Lake Tanganyika), which now supports a thriving commercial fishery. Kapenta, in turn, now support a thriving game fishery, particularly tigerfish, which was among the indigenous species of the Zambezi river system.

We had a nice stay in Binga at the Masumu River Lodge. Contrary to my pre-trip internet research, it turned out that the lodge no longer accommodates self-contained campers, like us, but we talked the manager into letting us camp on site anyways – since there was nobody else at the lodge. The lodge is situated on a prominent rocky headland protruding out into one of the bays of Lake Kariba in a spectacular setting. The restaurant/bar/lounge area is built into the rocks of the headland with beautiful matching stonework. Nancy and I took advantage of the outdoor lounge area both days during our stay, especially since we had the place to ourselves. We also treated ourself to a local fish (freshly caught from the lake) fish-and-chips dinner – which was private as we were the only guests. Correct that, we actually had abundant guests the entire time, but they were of the rock hyrax kind, as shown below. Our campsite was situated down the hill a few hundred feet from the restaurant/bar/lounge in a nice shaddy lawn area and next to one of the chalets that we were able to use for ablutions. Here are a few photos of our stay:

Otherwise, there is not much to report about our brief stay in Binga. We made the trip into town from the lodge and got the Green Dragon washed, stocked up on some food, mostly produce, supplies, refueled and visited a local women’s collaborative craft shop, where Nancy purchased a couple of baskets made by the local women. Here is a photo of a woman weaving what will become a table.

I hate to end on a bad note, but in fairness to the spirit of this travel blog, I must report that the road to Binga from the main highway between Victoria Falls and Bulawayo was deplorable for much of the way. It was ostensibly tarmak, but in reality only the center 8 feet of the roadway had some asphalt on it, albeit with more potholes than asphalt, and the verges (sides) where rough sand and gravel, much of which was corregated. Needless-to-say, it was not a very pleasant drive. What I can’t comprehend is why they would lay, at most, a 1-inch thick layer of asphalt and expect it to last more than a few years, and then walk away from the road without any attempt at maintenance. I guess money, or the lack of it, and politics are the likely reasons. As the manager of the Binga lodge put it: there’s the 1^st world, the 3^rd world (what happened to the 2^nd world?), and then there’s Zimbabwe – the “lost” world. Here’s proof of my rant:

OK, we are off to the remote and rugged Chizarira National Park. See you there.

Ulendo means “going on safari” in the Chichewa language, one of the native languages in the region.

WARNING, this post is a long one (and the videos are long too) because after leaving Victoria Falls, Nancy and I headed to Hwange National Park, located just south of Victoria Falls, for 6 nights and 7 days.

Hwange NP (5,657 sq. mi.), established in 1961, is Zimbabwe’s largest reserve. Most of the Park is said to be underlain by Kalahari sands, as it is situated on the eastern edge of the Kalahari Desert; however, we found the area we visited to have none of the deep, soft sands of Botswana’s Kalahari. Instead, we drove on mostly hard sands (and, unfortunately, corregated at times) interspersed with rocky soils, past rocky outcrops (or “Kopies”), and over genuine hills. The terrain was in fact highly variable, giving it an aesthetic appeal. The vegetation too was highly variable, ranging from open grassy plains (called a “Vlei” here) and depressional pans (often with water holes) to woodlands of varying compositions and canopy cover – although the vast majority of the area would be classified as mopane woodland because the mopane tree, in either shrub or tree form was the dominant tree species. Here are some shots of the varying landscape:

Hwange NP was our last stop in the Kalahari. The Park has an interesting history. It was never suitable for agriculture due to the sandy soils so it was never developed as such. Instead, it was used primarily as a hunting ground for big game hunters; thus, by the end of the 19^th century the large mammals were almost completely exterminated from the area, with the elephant population declining to as few as 1,000. Eventually, in 1928 it was designated as a wildlife reserve (and then a National Park either in 1949 or 1961, depending on the source) in hopes of rebuilding game populations, and over time the populations slowly rebounded. Elephant populations increased dramatically and have had numbers even exceeding 45,000 during recent times, with devastating effects on the vegetation. The Park has periodically tried to reduce the elephant population through controlled hunts, but the damage to the Park’s natural vegetation is persistent.

The biggest limiting factor on wildlife populations in the Park is water and in Hwange most of the available water comes in the form of “pans”. Pans comprise one of the natural wonders of Southern Arica, and we have discussed them in previous posts. In Hwange, most of the natural pans are depressions 60-100 feet in diameter that fill with water during the rainy season and hold water long after the rains end. They reach a depth of up to 3 feet of water after the rains, but then gradually dry out over time as the dry season progresses. Most are bone dry well before the end of the dry season. Interestingly, the pans have been created by termites and other wildlife. The termites who build mounds bring salts such as lime to the surface. The salts attract wild animals, especially elephants and other large mammals who have a particular craving for it. By eating the termite heaps the animals obtain the salts, and through their physical activity they form hollows in the ground that collects rainwater. The hollows are constantly expanding as animals eat the lime-flavored soil, drink the water, and carry the mud away on their hides.

In recognition of the critical role of pans to the wildlife populations, the Park has created another 60 or so artificial pans to supplement the natural ones, largely by daming the natural drainages associated with the original pans to collect and store the rainwaters during the rainy season and thus prolong their “life”. In addition, many of the artificial pans have their water supply supplemented by solar-powered groundwater pumps to ensure an adequate water supply to the pan throughout the dry season, as the animals have come to depend on these water sources. Note, as you will see in the photos and video below, these artificial pans with dams are really more like small reservoirs than water holes, and some of them are quite large – on the order of several acres. Much of the wildlife viewing in this Park centers around these natural and artificial pans. Here are a few shots of some pans ranging from small natural ones to larger artificial ones to show you the variety:

Our first camp in Hwange was in the northern section of the Park known as Sinamatella at the exclusive Deteema Hide campsite, where we stayed 2 nights. I will let the composite video do most of the talking about this site and our experience there, but suffice it to say it was sublime. Instead, I want to describe our auditory experience on the first night at Deteema since I wasn’t able to capture it digitally with my crappy tablet microphone, and it was a truly memorable experience for us.

Try to imagine the following: Nancy and I are tucked into our cozy sleeping bag atop the Green Dragon. The sun has gone down and the full moon has not yet come up, so its almost pitch black. It’s rather quiet at first, until the black-backed jackels herald the start of the night’s activites with a choatic ruckus of yips and yelps – their signal to the gang to muster for the night’s foray. Just after the jackel’s “call to arms” fades away, the local hippos signal confirmation of the onset of the night’s activities by blasting out a few grunts and snorts (imagine the sound of a whale surfacing and exhalling through their blow hole and you are pretty close to what the hippo sounds like when they want to make a statement by forceably exhalling through their nostrils), followed by their characteristic “laughter” – one of the sounds of wild Africa that always stirs the imagination – just what are they saying to each other or are they actually laughing at us land-bound terrestrials? In due time, we hear the non-stop chopping of the grass just outside our boma perhaps 20 feet away – no doubt by the hippos that have come out of the water to graze on the adjoining grasslands. The sound of them grazing so close is hard to ignore when you’re trying to get to sleep. Imagine a fat-man’s eating competition where they each have their head in a plate of pasta chomping away at it like a front-end loader – open mouth, push forward, bite, chew, swallow, and repeat, as fast as you can in repetitive machine-like fashion. This is what hippos grazing sound like. It sounds like they are in a race to consume as much as possible and as fast as possible – and perhaps they are given the body mass they need to maintain. While this background grass mowing is going on close by, the water starts to stir and splash. An elephant herd has arrived at the pan and are at the water’s edge, walking through the shallow water and splashing with their trunks. Even though its a fair distance away – probably 100 feet or more – the movement of elephants through the water is deafening. Imagine walking through 1 foot of water dragging your feet as fast as you can. Now amplify that sound 100 fold and you get some idea of the sound the elephants are creating. And then, without warning, an elephant trumpets explosively and the sound waves reverberate through our bodies. Imagine standing at a railroad crossing when an approaching train blows it whistle; this is what the trumpet of an elephant at close quarters feels like. Add to this a few scream-like barks and a couple of deafening, nerve-tingling elephant roars (that put a lion’s roar to shame) that shake the entire vehicle. While this cacophany is underway, 2 male lions start roaring, one perhaps less than 100 feet away and the other across the pan a few hundred feet away. The duo begin, one slightly before the other, with low grunts (or roars), increasing in tempo, pitch and volume until they reach a cresendo and then begin to fade away – the whole thing lasting perhaps 20-30 seconds. Just then, a spotted hyena laughs close by just outside the gate of our boma, as if to mock the lions and dare them to chase. A few minutes later, we hear the sound of marching elephants leaving the pan on their way back to the woodlands to feed. As they pass by the boma they are silhouetted in the now-risen full moon, and one or more of them give a deep belly rumble to communicate their retreat from the pan. As we fall asleep atop the Green Dragon, we revel in the sureal nature of the auditory experience we just had. The only word for it is sublime!

Here is a composite video of our experience at Deteema Hide, which in addition to showing you the site itself is almost exclusively about elephants. SO, if you are tired of seeing elephants and listening to me bable on about elephants, then you may want to skip this video. However, if, like us, you love elephants, then strap in and enjoy the video:

Sinamatella Deteema Pan composite video (22 mintutes)

For our last and 3^rd night in the Sinamatella area we moved campsites to the exclusive Shumba Hide site. The campsite itself is situated back from the pan a 100 yards or so and, unfortunately, without a view of the pan itself. However, the campsite was nicely shaded by several large ebony trees that were a delight to sit under during the mid-day sun, and we had functioning flush toilets, a water tap and warm showers to boot. The latter was obtained by building a fire in the heater behind the shower block and waiting for the water to warm up, but there was a camp tender do that for us so we just had to sit back and wait for the warm water to arrive – sweet. In case you are wondering about this hot water on demand system, here is a photo of the fireplace heater behind the shower:

In addition to building a fire for the water heater, the camp tender also brought firewood and built a campfire for us in the evening. Such pampering was more than we expected or, in truth, wanted or needed, but this is how most of the campsites are set up to run in this Park so you just go with the flow. Here are a couple of photos of the campsite:

Although we saw very little wildlife at Shumba pan, we did have one excting encounter after dark. While we were preparing dinner a lion starting roaring somewhere away from our site, but it could have been a couple hundred meters or a kilometer away as it can be really difficult to judge distance with a roaring lion. No worries, clearly a safe distance from us. A few minutes later, he roared again, this time clearly much closer to our site. Still no worries as it wasn’t like he was at the gate. A few minutes later, he roared again, and this time he was quite close. It was now clear that he was heading our way en route to the water hole and would likely pass right by us. No worries, we are inside a fenced-in campsite – of course the fence was only about 4 feet tall and broken in many places and thus not an obstacle to a determined lion. No worries, because at this time the camp tender walked down to our site from his abode and shut the gate – little good that did with the low and broken fence everywhere else, but at least it signaled to the lion “visitors not wanted”. While we quietly ate dinner, we kept a look-out for the lion who would almost certainly be passing by any moment, but it was quite dark and thus we could’nt see past the fence. Then, suddenly, this:

Yes, that’s right, a roar from the dirt track just outside the fence on the backside of the ablution block perhaps 50 feet away – loud enough to rattle our bones (note, the audio recording doesn’t do justice to the sound of this lion). A few minutes later we heard him roar again down at the pan. Somehow, we never did see him even though he passed by so close to us, but in our defense it was quite dark as the moon had not yet risen. The following morning, based on his paw prints in the dirt track, I confirmed that he walked right passed us to the pan and then returned the same way later on after we had fallen asleep. We decided to rename this pan from Shumba Pan to Simba Pan.

After one night stay at Simba Pan, we headed to the Park’s Main Camp area and the Jambili exclusive campsite for a 3-night stay. Instead of taking the main track to Jambili, we decided to take a secondary road that would be just about as long but keep us off the main track, which we learned immediately after leaving Simba Pan was highly corregated and thus very unpleasant driving. Moreover, we learned that it was apparently asphalted some years ago, but was now in such a state of disrepair that in sections the asphalt was entirely gone – leaving only the corregations, and in other sections is was a mine-field of potholes. We figured that some years ago they got some money from somewhere and paved this section with a single 1-inch layer of asphalt and then did absolutely zero maintenance for the next 20-plus years. The end result was a road worse off than if they had never paved it. Anyways, we were keen to get off this main road. On the Park tourist map it showed a secondary road that would get us there in about the same distance but keep us off the main road, so off we went with high hopes. The road started good – no corregation and nice hard sand. It gradually closed in and it became clear that no one had driven it for a very long time as there was no evidence of tire tracks to be found. However, the road right-away was clearly visible and every so often we did see what looked like two tracks, so we forged on. Eventually, the “road” became a single-track elephant path, but we pushed on because this is what the Green Dragon was made for, right? We pushed through the encroaching brush on either side and rolled over the elephant potholes with relative ease. Eventually, however, the corridor in the vegetation was no longer discernable and the Green Dragon was getting squeezed on both sides and from underneath. So, we reluctantly gave up and retraced our path to the main road and suffered the corregation until the next secondary road, which turned out to be in great shape and got us to our campsite in good time. Moral of the story: don’t trust the Park maps! Nevertheless, it was the kind of overlanding Africa adventure that I love! Here is a photo of the road/sand track before and after it turned into a single-track elephant trail:

Our Jambili campsite was, in truth, somewhat of another let-down after our spectacular Deteema campsite. The site was situated in the trees well away from the pan and on the other side of the main road with no views whatsoever. However, we did have nice shade trees and functioning ablutions as well as a very nice young camp tender, as before. Here’s our campsite:

As with the Simba campsite, the highlight of Jambili on our first night, or morning I should say, was yet another encounter with the king of the savannah. Shortly after dawn, while we were preparing breakfast, we heard 2 lions roaring from the edge of the pan near our campsite. Moments later, we heard them again, this time even closer, and then, a few minutes later, this:

Yup, that was one of the males roaring from the end of our foot path that led out to the pan, the very same one we walked (not drove) on 3 times the previous evening to see whether there was any activity on the pan. One of the lions was roaring right where we were standing the previous evening! At one point, he even turned and looked down the path right at us. In retrospect, we probably shouldn’t have been walking out to the pan from the campsite – but how else are we going to win a Darwin award?

For the next 2 full days we drove the roads around the Main Camp area of the Park, making roughly a 140 km loop drive beginning and ending at our Jambili campsite on the first day and then a much shorter drive on the second day. Once again, we had some phenomenal wildlife encounters on our drives, especially with elephants and lions. I will let the composite video below do the talking, but as before, if you like elephants and lions, strap in and enjoy the long show; otherwise, have a nice day. Note, if you are tired of watching elephants, unlike us, and just want to see lions up close and very personal (i.e., mating), then you can jump to the last 5 minutes of the video)

Main Camp Jambili composite video (26 minutes)

That’s a wrap for Hwange; see you in Binga if you stay with us.

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After sadly saying goodbye to Mark and Kirsten (Argh!), Nancy and I headed just upriver from Victoria Falls to Zambezi National Park and our exclusive riverside camp (no map included because it is right next to Victoria Falls). Zambezi NP (216 sq. mi.), established in 1979, is a relatively small national park that was split off from Victoria Falls National Park and is, of course, centered on the riverfront along the Zambezi. The River itself this time of year is still in a receding flood stage from the preceding rainy season so the banks are nearly full and the river has multiple channels with lots of tree and shrub islands, and sloughs. Here are a couple of photos to give you a sense of this mighty river:

The landscape here is diverse in terms of terrain and vegetation. The riparian zone along the river’s edge supports a variety of large trees that quickly gives way as you move inland to mopane woodland that in places hosts a variety of tree and shrub species, including scattered baobabs on the drier sites, and gets hilly as you climb a low escarpment. Here are some photos to help you visualize the landscape:

Although the Park purports to have lots of wildlife, we found there to be very few animals. Perhaps we were just unlucky, but we didn’t see many animals on our drives. We had a few giraffe, a couple of elephants, a single herd of buffalo, a few kudu and the everpresent impala and warthogs, but mostly we just saw lots of baboons. While the wildlife viewing wasn’t the greatest, the riverfront setting for our campsite was truly delightful. We had perfect temperatures, a wonderful breeze coming off the river and spectacular sunrises and sunsets, so who’s to complain. Here’s a few shots of our delightful campsite setting:

Our campsite was what they call an “exclusive” campsite, meaning that it is a private campsite in the bush. The plus side of these exclusive sites is the total privacy and solitude. The downside of these exclusive sites is that they have almost no facilities, so you must be a self-contained camper (i.e., supply your own water, table, etc.). The one facility they do provide is a “drop” toilet, but check out the one they provided at our site:

Not only is it like 2 feet wide on the interior (barely enough for me to squeeze inside), it is pitch black, has roosting bats and all their guano deposits, spiders and probably snakes, and who knows what else inside since you can’t see a damn thing. Who in their right mind would enter and use this toilet? Not us, that’s for sure! So, we had to resort to our own constructed pit toilet (i.e., we dug a hole in the ground for a squat-type toilet). So, exclusive sites aren’t for everybody.

Here’s a very short composite video of a couple of wildlife encounters (elephant and giraffe) and a sunset goodbye:

Zambezi National Park composite video (4 minutes)

OK, we are off to Hwange National Park for 6 nights and not sure of the wifi situation, so you may or may not here from us for a while. Cheers.

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