We drive through the Sand River, it flows deep and strong after the recent rains, and comes high enough up the Land Rover to wet my shoes. I switch off the engine in the middle of crossing and we laugh like children as the water rushes around our vehicle and the late morning light dances from one rapid to another. It's been a perfect morning and as we approach camp the warm lazy sun makes our thoughts turn to breakfast. Jerry leans forward in the tracker's seat: tracks of the Vomba female on the road, but he doesn't motion for me to slow down: we had seen her walking here the previous night. Just as he.... read more
After leaving the Sparta pride sleeping near Guarri Pan at Londolozi we returned back to camp for breakfast. Two of our ... read more
Reading all these great stories here on Ranger Diaries reminds me of some of the funnier things that have happened since I started guiding back in the late nineties. Wherever we are - be it in a vibrant city or tranquil oasis of wilderness - a sense of humour is essential. Happily, I\'ve laughed my way through many comical situations during my time in the bush. Marnie reminded me about our time up in Botswana’s Okavango Delta. We’d left Phinda and ventured across the border for a stint as a management couple, which meant I’d.... read more
