A rough and real life adventure comprising of a night sleeping in hammocks in the jungle exploring the local nature, all the sights and sounds. The second night was spent in a local home whereby no one but the kids we able or really willing to talk to us.
There are now reported to be three pelicans wandering the streets of Mykonos town , the original was ‘Petros’ .Petros became the local mascot after he was rescued by fisherman and nursed back to health.
The World Heritage Site of the Okavango Delta in Botswana is the largest inland delta in the world. Where land and delta meet, a mosaic of water-channels, grasslands, forests and lagoons provide an extremely rich and diverse habitat for a multitude of birds and animals
Our journey started by being transport by mokoro (dugout canoe), using our bags as props we were paddled along a maze of waterways. The morning sun was hot , let me change that to very hot and the chance to go for a dip in the murky waters was a welcomed relief.The sun was very short lived, by the time we got to camp the mother of all storms had developed. Not just your afternoon downpour but a two day extravaganza .
The campsite soon became a mud bath but on the positive side the tents were waterproof as long as you were uphill . Much time was spent playing more cards under the shelter of our tents. Although some of the group bailed out after one night, being British a little bit of rain was not going to be a deterrent when at the most amazing location.
When the rain let of for short period we went for bush walks although I would describe it as march , Keeping up with my short legs was an issue our leader could be described as an army sergeant . Towards the end a couple of us gave up this maybe described as stupid decision as you never know what could be around the corner ,Such a elephants but we did make it back safe and sound.
Tea which was our own hot drink became rationed but much appreciated, the evenings and mornings were surprisingly chilly given the damp weather. Towards to end one tea bag would serve the round , very water although the unstrained yet safely boiled water did give some extra nutrition.
It wasn’t till we were leaving did the sun come out, packing up the tent we were greeted by the most beautiful sunrise and another hot mokoro ride back. Not that anyone this time was complaining about being warm and dry.
Bulawayo was like heaven , proper beds , warm showers and a tv.Civilization had never felt so good.
Some 35km away from Bulawayo is Matobo National Park which forms the core of the Matobo or Matopos Hills, an area of granite kopjes and wooded valleys .
The lonely planet describes it as a Stroll along the granite ridges and experience the overwhelming sense of tranquillity.However i would describe it as a hot slog up granite rocks to not the worlds most inspiring of views. Now i enjoy trekking but this will never be one of my inspiring and unforgettable travel moments.
The highlight came after, quite literally coming face to face with Rhinos, health and safety was definitely a priority with that Zimbabwean tour company.Watching these graceful animals in their natural environment made the morning hike a distant memory and well worth it.
Ngorongoro Crater at roughly 20 km wide it’s one of the largest calderas in the world. Within its walls you are likely to see lions, elephants, buffaloes and flamingos to name just a few.
However this beautiful place holds different memories for me………….
The campsite was full of these strange looking creatures called Warthogs, bedding down for the night i became convinced that one was trying to get in to our tent.
I was sure i could hear strange noises outside the tent and i could feel the tents side pressing on my leg.It took a lot of conviencing from my mate that it was just the wind.
I did finally sleep well however stepping out the tent in the morning there were clear signs of animal activity by the tent. Maybe i wasn’t so paranoid after all.
Theres one , theres another…..
It will dawn on you very quickly that zebras are like cows in England and sheep in Wales. When i got my photos developed i think my first twenty or so pictures were of half out of shot , in the distant Zebras