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Lions in Africa...

Having worked hard for two weeks with The Book Bus, we were ready for our next adventure. The wonderful Book Bus team drove us from Kitwe, where we had spent two weeks, to the nearby airport of Ndola.

From there we flew south to Livingstone, Zambia.

This car had met an elephant. The elephant was fine…

Livingstone is a bit unlike the rest of the country because there are many tourists. We saw restaurants and souvenir/gifts shops like we had not seen elsewhere in the country.

I had booked a small hotel through AirBnB. It turned out to be a wonderful cottage in a green garden on the edge of town, with a pool and a lovely courtyard where breakfast was served. Again, the power was off much of the time but we were provided with great solar powered flashlights. That night, we ate crocodile skewers under wide mango trees.

On our first day in Livingstone we were picked up by a driver we had booked. Evans drove us to the famous Victoria Fall, or Mosi-oa-Tunya as the falls are called in the local language, ‘the smoke that thunders’. Zambia has long suffered a drought and has not seen any rain in over two years. Hence, the water is not as abundant as it has been and the falls are not nearly the width they show in photos of the past. But they are still gorgeous and impressive. 

We walked the length of the path along the falls. You can also see the Zimbabwe side of the falls from here.

The boys were most excited to discover a zipline. The only one in the world that goes from one country to another! They ended up zipping across the deep gorge of the Zambezi River from Zambia to Zimbabwe. 

Later that day we had a more relaxing way of enjoying the mighty Zambezi: we took a dinner cruise on the colonial African Queen. Sipping drinks and munching on egg rolls, we saw elephants come to the river to drink, as well as a few hippos and lots of birds.

But the real adventure started the next day when we got picked up by two smiling guides in a large safari vehicle. Moses and Malik were wonderful guys. And the best surprise was that there were no other guests on this trip! In essence a private safari for a week! When I had booked it, the company noted that there might be 5 or 6 others in the same group. So it was a treat to be with just the four of us plus the two guides. In fact, the driver is also the official guide while the spotter served also as cook.

Soon we were driving out of Livingstone en route to Kafue National Park. At 22,400 sq km, it is one of the largest national parks in the world and about half the size as the country of The Netherlands. It is a much more isolated and less visited park than for instance South Luanga National Park. There are no lodges inside the park. Lodge safaris are very expensive and I was thrilled to, in my pre-trip research, come across a camping safari in this park. The advertisements said that you help set up tents and help prepare meals. That sounded like a fun, active vacation especially since we had two boys with us.

Picnic lunch.

Even the safari vehicle was wonderful to have to ourselves: we each had a bench to ourselves with the luggage stowed in the back. We towed a trailer that contained our large canvas tents and folding cots and mattresses as well as a lot of food! On the side of the trailer was a fold down kitchen. A large battery operated cool box in the vehicle kept our meats frozen. The guides sometimes shopped at a nearby village for fresh vegetables or fruit. And Moses baked a fresh warm bread whenever we needed it.

A pool!

We stayed at a remote lodge with a campsite for our first night. Gorgeous outdoor showers were lit by a full moon. We ate steak and fresh veggies in a large wooden shelter and slept like a log in our large tents. 

The next day we reached Lake Ithezi Thezi were we had a gorgeous campsite looking at this immense hydro lake. We couldn’t go near it though because of the huge number of crocodiles in the water. Monkeys kept us on our toes as they would snatch any food left on a table. The boys were happy that we could use the pool at the lodge.

From the campsite we did several game drives. The lake had almost vanished due to the drought but we were lucky to spot several herds of zebra. We came across a pack of wild dogs that had grabbed an impala minutes before. We watched them tear it apart, bones cracking. Within minutes, vultures arrived in a big circle around the wild dogs, patiently waiting their turn. We watched herds of water buffalo and many different ungulates as they searched for water. Storks were migrating, impalas hid among the trees.

Amazingly, we spotted several leopards - thanks to Moses’ keen eyesight. He’d spot a nearly invisible head, the same colour as the surrounding ground. We’d drive nearer and finally we would recognize the shape of a leopard, too. The leopard would lazily stay or stealthily walk away.

At one point we were driving down a bumpy dirt road among dense forest when we came around a bend and spotted a herd of elephants. Usually we could drive up quite closely and watch the regal animals. This time however, one flared out her ears, raised her trunk and trumpeted. Then, without hesitation, she and another large elephant charged our vehicle. The driver floored it. 

The elephants kept coming. He raced down the windy path, around the trees. The herd kept running.

They must have charged us for a good 2 KM…. It was exciting but I was never really scared because our driver kept going. I don’t know what would have happened, though, if our road had been blocked.

At Kafue Elephant Release Facility

We didn’t see many other safari vehicles. Kafue obviously was much wilder than South Luanga. We did come across a herd of elephants wearing collars. These were successfully released elephants from the elephant orphanage I wrote a book about: The Elephant Keeper. It was awesome to see the success of this program. We visited the release facility in the park where the juvenile elephants came to learn to live in the wild before being released into the safety of the park. At the end of our time in Zambia we also managed a visit to the new elephant orphanage in Lusaka National Park, with a wonderful visitors information centre. We were taken on a behind the scenes tour and helped to prepare bottles for the little elephant calves. 


For two nights we camped on the banks of the Kafue River at Kasabushi Lodge. From this gorgeous campsite we watched herds of elephants crossed the river, often with tiny ones in tow. To hear a wild elephant trumpet in dense forest is probably one of the most wonderful sounds in the world.

On our second last day in Kafue, we found lions. Two full grown males were napping under a tree. When we approached they merely raised their heads, stretched a bit and went back to sleep. After a while, they got up and lumbered away - showing us how large lions are!

That night, we enjoyed games and a steak dinner around our campfire. Suddenly, at 9 PM, our guide raised his finger. “Listen, Listen “ he said, “lions!”. I had to really strain to hear a rumbling roar in the distance. “Two or three kilometers away,” he commented, “we might see their footprints in the morning on the road.” I did not give it another thought as we went to sleep: Nico and I in one tent, Hannah and Aidan in the other and our two guides in their tent a few feet away.

It was 2 AM when I woke up because the wall of the tent bulged in over me. Still half asleep, I wondered if it was the wind and pushed the canvas out. It felt too solid to be wind. That’s when I heard the rumbling roar that made my heart stop… deep belly rumbles, continues very loud growls… more rumble than roar. I fleetingly thought, “elephants?” but quickly realized it was the same sound we had heard earlier. Except now it was just outside our tent… “Holy s@&%!” My heart pounded so loudly I thought they would hear it. I tried not to breathe and hoped the others would sleep through it. But soon Nico was stirring. 

Wild Dog Breakfast.

“Don’t move,” I whispered, “don’t make a sound… the lions are here.” In my mind’s eye I saw those two large male lions we had seen earlier. I also remembered that our guides had no fire arms - no guns allowed in the national park. What should we do?

I just tried not to move and not to breathe while my heart kept pounding away and the roars grew louder. They sniffed around our tents. I knew only a canvas tent flap separated us from wild lions.

Finally they seemed to walk away a bit further but then Hannah unzipped her tent! ‘She’s not going outside, is she?’ I thought. But later she said she had to pee so badly she couldn’t wait. Plus she thought it was hippos… Our guide whispered “Stay in the tent! Lions in camp!” Soon the lions came back and spent quite a bit of time right around our tents again. We didn’t get any more sleep that night. 

Would I ever book another camping safari? I’m really not sure. It WAS a wonderful week but I could have done without this excitement…

RESOURCES:

Bundu Safaris: https://www.bunduadventures.com/

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Trip of a Lifetime: One Year Around North America

Trip of a Lifetime: One Year Around North America

This adventures happened in another lifetime. At least that’s how it feels.

Our children were growing up in Whitehorse, Yukon where Kees worked as Director of Parks. We had build our own dream home overlooking the Yukon river valley. One day an acquaintance walked in and announced that he wanted to buy our house. We told him it wasn’t for sale. No way. But he left us a blank cheque (yes, really!) and we started dreaming of traveling….

Australia 12: Can You Say This Fast?!

My favourite photo of Australia: land, water, sky.

My favourite photo of Australia: land, water, sky.

Australia has the best place names ever.
I always liked the Alaskan town called Tok. But Australia has one better: Bukbukluk!
Did you know that the town in Alaska called Chicken, was originally called Ptargiman. But no one knew how to spell it so they changed it to Chicken.
Australia has the following gems:
How would you like to live in Humpty Doo?
You heard of Kakado but how about Jimbalakudunj?
Then there is Tom Price,
Monkey Mia and
Wurrumenbumanja.
There’s a town called Wishbone and a place called Useless Loop.
Wouldn’t you love to see a place called The Bungle Bungles? It’s a area of unusual rock formations.
If you had enough pieces, and if you were allowed geographical names in Scrabble, wouldn’t you love to spell Koombooloomba?
Goondiwindi and Toowoomba are not far from each other.
The longest place name is a hill in the south called Mamungkukumpurangkuntjunya! Say that one fast.
Many names here are, of course, British. There is Wales, Victoria, and so on.
But there’s also a bit of Dutch history, especially on the west coast where Dutch sailors either came ashore on purpose or by accident. We are near a town called Zuytdorp. There’s also Dirck Hertog’s Island. and Arnhemland. Today we visited Vlamingh Lighthouse. And of course Tasmania was named for the Dutch explorer Abel Tasman.
We saw a great t-shirt. It had a sign post pointing to: DIDYABRINGYURGROGALONG. Have to say it out loud to get it...
For now, we are on our way to the Ningaloo Reef. I can’t wait to see it, no matter how it is spelled.

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Exmouth, Western Australia is a pretty isolated town. I felt that we had left the Outback, being on the coast, but people here still calls this the Outback. Exmouth feels like a small, laid-back beach town which might become really popular in a few years. It has a small centre with dive shops, a bakery, a grocery store. I have been to towns that boasted being famous for their wine, their cheese, having a giant lobster, or something like that. Exmouth holds the record for strongest mainland wind gust, measuring 267 kph! While we are here, it’s been trying to break that record. Very windy but that’s actually nice when it’s so hot.
But Exmouth is also very different from what we expected. I imagined the west coast to have green hills, perhaps because I’m a North American west coaster. Here the west coast, at least so far, is simply desert. Red rocks, shrub, even termite mounds right up to the ocean. There literally is only a row of sand dunes in between desert and reef.

Camping in Ningaloo Reef National Park

Camping in Ningaloo Reef National Park

Oh, that reef. I’ll let you in on a secret...
We’ve all heard of the Great Barrier Reef. The west coast, has a similar reef. A bit smaller but still some 300 KM long... and this one is RIGHT off the main land. You don’t need to take an expensive cruise to reach it. You don’t need to go way out at 50 knots an hour... You simply put on your mask and snorkel, wade out into the turquoise water and voila.... coral bommies all around: red fish, blue fish, yellow fish too. It’s awesome.
We camped in town first where a huge emu visited us. Then we found THE best spot in the entire Nigaloo Reef National Park - right off the beach with a view of the water and sand. The draw back is that national park campgrounds have no facilities. So we went unplugged and love it.

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We enjoyed a glass of wine with fellow campers, listened to stories of kite surfing and sailing on the blue corral lagoon. Kangaroos lazed around us in the shade. Then we made dinner and watched the sun set.

Now, we’ve been telling you all about how wonderful our Australian travels are: warm temperatures, swimming, tropical beaches... So we figure it’s time to tell you about the other side of traveling. How it’s not at all what it’s cracked up to be. If you have to stay home, this may make you feel better:

:-( The distances we have to drive here to get anywhere are terrible... One day we did 930 KM.

:-(The temperatures can be murder. It’s been an average of 33 degree, sometimes up to 41 degrees C.

:-( The flies are awful... they insist on settling permanently up your nose.

:-( You always have to walk to a shower building, dragging all of your clothes, towel, toiletries, the key... Then you have to balance on one foot in a wet showerstall, trying to get dressed.

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:-( The flies are terrible.

:-( There’s no Heineken to be found in the Outback! Talk about hardship…

:-( It’s hard to find good coffee here, especially in the supermarket. Almost only instant.

: -( You should see the flies here.

:-( We keep hearing about killer jellyfish, crocs, spiders, snakes.. That sort of stuff starts to take a toll on the mind. And don’t ever forget to lift up a toilet seat before sitting on it. You do have to check for tiny but deadly spiders…

:-( We have a sunburn. And sand in unmentionable places.

:-( There’s just two of us. If you want a new conversation it gets limited sometimes.

:-( When we run out of a book to read, all we can do is hope to find a book exchange in the next campground. New paperbacks are $20.- here.

:-( Our stove has 3 burners but you can only fit two small pans on it at once.

:-( Did I mention the flies?

:-( Our fridge is about a quarter of a normal one. And it’s full of beer. “Baby beer,” Kees says, referring to the alcohol content of 2.5%.

:-( Almost no internet, and if we can get it it’s expensive.

:-( You should see the flies. They like beer.

:-( Our bathroom is about half the size of a small broom closet. Try pulling up your pants in that.

:-( We see more roadkill than houses.

There. I hope this makes you feel better.
Now I have to run. To the gorgeous white sand beach with the blue water and palm trees. Sorry.

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Australia 11: Heading West & Meeting The Cucumber Police.

Baobab in the Outback

Baobab in the Outback

We are heading west across the continent of Australia. Australia is paranoid about anyone bringing in invasive species: animals, flowers, trees... anything non-native (except people). And understandably so. In the past anything that was brought in, flourished and took off with a vengeance. Cats. Rabbits. Blackberries. They’re all out to conquer a world of native plants and animals. I was utterly amazed when, upon landing at Sydney Airport, we were told to remain seated with our seat belts securely fastened. Then the flight attendants opened all overhead compartments and proceeded to spray the entire inside of the plane with pesticide. My mouth had dropped open in disbelief but I quickly closed it and actually huddled under my scarf and tried not to breathe. The smell reminded me of the long banned Flit sprays my parents used in mosquito season. I come from Salt Spring Island where, if you so much as whisper the words “Round Up” people gasp and stare at you. I wanted to ask what I was being sprayed with but did not get a chance.
Having now been in Australia for a while, I am slightly more sympathetic. Think of it the other way. What if we, inadvertently, brought back Australian flies? Heaven help us. The buggers could easily come aboard airplanes inside our nostrils or riding inside our ears. Whereas Canadian flies are polite, almost apologetic if they land on your arm, Australians flies insist on a close personal relationship. They like your mouth. The closer the better. Your eyeballs are fine too. So if there is a chance of importing Australian flies to other parts of the world, perhaps we should spray all airplanes...

Kookaburra

Kookaburra

Last night we crossed the border between Northern Territories and Western Australia. And there we met the Cucumber Police! They have a real border station and uniformed guards who are out to get your veggies. I’m not sure what exactly they are looking for, but they seem to live in fear of your potatoes. I surrendered two wrinkled oranges and some limp lettuce. But that wasn’t enough. The guard boarded our camper and proceeded to go through all cupboards. Two blushing tomatoes were caught in the act and arrested. An innocent zucchini was hauled off as a common criminal. A cold, baked potato was handcuffed and contained. Even the banana peels from the garbage got a life sentence.
Those guards do a good job protecting their state, I’m sure. But I’d hate to spend my life confiscating carrots.
Come to think of it, perhaps they should train all those rabbits that were introduced to the continent. I’m sure they’d sniff out every last carrot from every passing camper van.

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We finally crossed the entire continent and arrived in Broome, WA. I had read about a touristy, crowded town but on Saturday afternoon most things were closed and the streets were half empty. Strolled through a tiny Chinatown at 37º. Finally found something I wasn’t able to buy anywhere in the Outback: knitting needles. I had made due with a pair of chopsticks but now I can make more proper sleeves for the sweater I’m knitting. Campground is very close to the white sands of Cable Beach, supposedly one of the top 5 best beaches in the world.
“Can I swim here?” I ask in the campground office. “Sure,” says the lady at the counter. “Is it safe?” I want to make sure because I’m starting to learn that these Aussies are sometimes just too laid back.
“Sure,” she repeats.. Then adds, “Just the odd hammerhead shark and a croc last week.”
I decide not to swim.

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Aussies are such wonderful, lacksadaisy characters! Most men in the Outback are rugged cowboys. Stopping at a roadhouse, hundreds of miles from anywhere, you see families buying an ice cream, roadtrain drivers going for a meal and everyone else just getting petrol. One guy get out of his car. Must have been 65, 70 years old. Standard bush clothing: rugged hiking boots with wool socks. Sleeveless vest showing heavy biceps. Suntanned face in the shade of a leather cowboy hat (called a bush hat). This one had a long thin, white ponytail and instead of the standard dusty shorts he was wearing a long purple sari wrapped around his waist.

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On our second day in Broome we got up at 5 AM for a long, 8 KM, walk on the beach before it got too hot.
Spent the rest of the day doing laundry and cleaning the camper. Beat lots of red dust from the pillows and even mopped the floor.
But soon it’s time to continue our drive south. Kind of a bummer - no sooner have you made it to the gorgeous beaches of the coast or you need to go back into the desert. More than 500 KM from Broome to the next town. Same long straight roads through shrub and red earth. Even knowing that the coast is about 15 KM on your right, doesn’t help much if you can’t see it. The distances here are amazing. It kind of reminds me of Nunavut, Canada’s Arctic region. If those remote, isolated villages had roads connecting them, it would be similar to here. Hundreds of kms to the next town. And it’s easy to miss the one roadhouse in between where you can get gas. Often it literally is one building. But some places on the map turn out to be one shed with the name spray painted on it. Have even seen several places that show on the map and are one big truck tire on the side of the road with the name spray painted on it. Perhaps there’s a cattle station somewhere off in the bush. But you can’t see it from the road.

We follow the bright red track into the bush. It leads to brilliant blue sky and a pure white beach: Eighty Mile Beach. They sure could use more surveyors in Australia. Not once have the distances on the maps and on the signs and on our odometer been the same.

Eighty Mile Beach. Life doesn’t get much better than this. White sand and an amazing array of shells. Turquoise waters. Little white waves to play in. Not really swim because of sharks, but still nice. We took a long walk, searched for and found gorgeous sea shells. Watched the sun set with a glass of wine in the sand.

West coast sunset

West coast sunset