Author: Henberta

The theme of this trip – Out of Africa – may seem stale for those of you who saw the movie, and even for those of you who know that it was a book – Isak Dinesen’s memoir set in Kenya – before then…  and a pretty good book at that!  (Truth be told, I liked the film too.)

The origin of the phrase, however, goes back around 2500 years to the Classical Greek era, when only three continents were “known” in western culture – Europe, Asia and Africa.  Among these, Africa was quite mysterious.  The proverb (used most famously by Aristotle) was, “There is always something new coming out of Africa.”  At that time, the adjective “new” was not a positive attribute; it described instead things the were strange and often frightening.  It is thought to have been used to refer to the bizarre forms of wildlife that had evolved so differently in Africa from animals elsewhere in the “known” world.

More modern usage associates the term “out of Africa” with the theory, believed by many, that our species originated on the African continent, migrating vast distances over the millennia to populate the planet as we know it – and dominate it – today.

In any event, we are drawn there…. perhaps owing to some primal urge to visit the “cradle of humanity”, perhaps to experience the vast and varying landscapes, or to view the incredible flora and fauna in their natural settings…… maybe to escape the Texas summer heat, or maybe just because we have never been there before.

Our wanderings will take us to Namibia, Botswana, Zambia, Zimbabwe, South Africa, Mozambique… and – against all advice – Madagascar.  We will travel by car, ATV, light aircraft, helicopter, hot-air balloon, canoe, riverboat, train and probably – against our own better judgement – horseback.

We leave Houston on 30 May, and will return on 17 September.  Although internet service will be intermittent, we will update the blog with photos and/or commentary as we find something to report. 

For those of you in the Northern Hemisphere, enjoy your summer!  We will be on the other side of the Equator, where it is winter and hopefully cooler.

All the best,

Whoa – we have been here for two weeks now, and there would be so much to catch up on if I were writing a travelog.   But I’m not really, so will post a bunch of photos (which are of most interest), and string them loosely together.   

First and foremost, however, you must know that Namibia is magnificent.  Extraordinary  unspoiled vistas, environmentally conscious private reserves and hospitality industry (mostly), and just enough wildlife to keep things interesting without showing off.  Growing in popularity, so get here before too much time gets by.

Okonjima, north of the Namibian capitol of Windhoek…. we started off spry and perky:

How perky goeth before a fall!  Pretty sure we got some bad fish on only Day 3 of our adventure…..  violently sick and then out of it for two days.

I slept through our approach to Fish River Canyon (lodge is on the rim on the left of this photo, a breathtaking location)…

We missed the 3-day hike down into the canyon as originally planned while we got over our ordeal.  Once recovered, however…. what a joy to breathe, exist and especially eat again!  Life was good once more.

On to the NamibRand reserve……  The oryx, or gemsbok, is the national animal of Namibia, a really handsome critter, some of whom came for an afternoon break at our nearby watering hole.

Then on to Sossusvlei, a site famous for red sand dunes and a desolate field of dead trees.

A balloon ride over the dunes was better than expected……  will add some more photos later…..  (This one shows Henry waiting to climb out of the basket post-flight.)

Next stop was Walvis Bay on the Atlantic coast.   We stayed in a lighthouse near one of the big seal colonies…….managed to get close, visit with a local jackal, and get intimate with these spectacularly-colored pelicans.

More later!

Tonight hippos are chuffing beneath the lodge on our last night in Namibia.  I don’t want to leave, as I can’t imagine any place more breath-taking……

We wish we could have recorded our impressions as we went along, but we seemed so busy and internet so weak that we will again need to restrict the update to just a few photos……  such as this one commemorating the purchase of a very fine red jacket for Henry to wear on our train journey later in the trip. The store clerk  dreams of coming to the USA; we dream of coming back to her country…

 

We continued up the coast of Namibia, stopping at Damaraland, the Skeleton Coast, the Kunene River, and then to Etosha National Park…

This is the “gate” at one of the larger airstrips we traveled through…

Along the border with Angola, we rather reluctantly visited a Himba village. The Himba are semi-nomadic and live almost completely apart from modern society.  We feared it might be a fake, trumped-up Disneyesque experience, but these folks were genuine and sweet.

We have so many more stories and photos to share… including many of animals …. but it has taken over two hours to load these!  Will have to supplement later…..

Henry’s son Cliff and his wife Laura arrived yesterday at Chobe National Park on the border of Namibia and Botswana.   They will join us over the next week or so to explore the Okavango Delta further south in Botswana.

More as time and Internet permit!

The blog label is Botswana, but it also includes experiences along the Caprivi Strip, which is a finger of Namibian land that pokes between Angola and Botswana toward Zimbabwe and Zambia.  Here is the entry to the local Namibia immigration office, which is generally accessed by boat and is just past the chickens on the other side of the fence.  

This poster about voluntary circumcision, along with a free condom dispenser, is in the Botswana immigration office.  AIDS/HIV is still a prevalent problem here, and extensive   public relations campaigns are in place to educate about prevention and treatment.

None of which has anything to do with the fact that Henry’s son Cliff and wife Laura have joined us here for this part of the adventure.  We spent the first day or two together next to the Chobe game park, which has the densest elephant population of anywhere in Africa.

Then – the crown jewel of this part of Africa, the Okavango Delta – an oasis of precious water that flows through rivers down from Angola into this otherwise arid part of the world.  The small-plane flights over the area were breath-taking… a truly extraordinary landscape.  Note the animal trails that criss-cross the wet and dry terrain.

Many lodges are located through-out the delta, but seem to be situated so that you have an intimate relationship with animals and unspoiled surroundings.

Sometimes, the elephants visit!

Food has been excellent and plentiful.

Although as Laura knows, it doesn’t hurt to have some familiar items from home, both to sustain one on safari, and to share with new friends on the road.

It’s difficult to exaggerate the beauty and peace of a mekoro (canoe) trip through this scenery.

And now for a few of a great many animal photos.  We are amazed at how comfortable they are with humans….. the only explanation for their lack of fear is that they are not hunted here by man.   Incredible.  

(Thanks to Laura for many of these wonderful photos.)

Warning – aftermath of one of nature’s laws to follow.  (Although we have very rarely seen active animal predation.)   Laura and Cliff witnessed in person a duo of male lions taking down a cape buffalo…. Quite a special sighting!  Here is one of the boys enjoying the meal……

…and both resting comfortably with the remains of the carcass post-prandially.  (They look like frat brothers after a party!)

After a week in and around the delta, we spent several days on the Zambezi Queen houseboat on the Chobe River.

Cliff and Laura are off for a day or two at Victoria Falls, then through Johannesburg and on toward home, while Henry and Robbie will spend some very enlightening time in Zimbabwe…….

 

We knew Zimbabwe would represent a different experience for us when we approached Fothergill Airstrip to access Matusadona Game Reserve……  the runway a rocky strip across a small island, with large animal bones strewn to the side and a burned-out camp on one end.

Upon disembarkation from the plane, we were greeted by a fellow dressed in dirty, torn fatigues with a bleeding wound on one hand, a home-made cigarette in the other and an AK-47 over his shoulder.  Gasp!  Here are a few of his comrades.

Fortunately we were staying at a lodge across the lake and away from this strange military station.

Our guide there was a Crocodile-Hunter wannabe, also armed with both rifle and pistol, who enjoyed showing us the local lions, doing a little fishing, and stalking the elephant on foot.  He almost lost it (and us!) when one of the elephants charged and we made a fairly narrow escape.

This was one of our favorite camps…. beautiful location, comfortable accommodations and nature’s bounty….

After several days, we took off for Victoria Falls.

Originally we were to have stayed on the Zambia side of the Falls, but ended up on the Zimbabwe side, where we learned a little bit more about the country.  It has been in major political trouble for quite some time…… and its economy shows it.  Most people are wretchedly poor; decent jobs are few; and after a crushing inflationary trend, their currency crashed altogether.

The only form of money accepted now is the US dollar and South African rand.  The banks, although “open” and staffed, have no cash and ATMs do not work.  Visitors cannot obtain any type of currency at all, and even citizens can receive a maximum of only 50 US dollars per week from their own bank accounts.

The extreme poverty and unemployment mean that many local people try to sell goods to the tourists who come to visit the Falls or failing that, just beg for whatever you have.  We discovered that Henry has a particularly soft spot for a hard-luck story….. and he made a lot of vendors happy with the last of our cash money.

Although perhaps a bit cheesy, we went on an “elephant encounter”, and it was quite thrilling to be close to these wonderful animals, especially knowing how easily they could crush you to a pulp.

Trains are a great way to see the countryside…. we boarded Rovos rail for a 3-day trip to Pretoria…  This is the only place we had to “dress” for dinner…. Henry’s red jacket from Namibia created quite a stir among both fellow travelers and the train’s staff.

After clearing out the mini-bar, we disembarked the train and got on a flight from Johannesburg to Cape Town for the next chapter……

Nelson Mandela is still very “big” around here – maybe even larger than life!

There was a huge celebration of what would have been his 100th birthday here a couple of weeks ago.  We have not met a single person of any race, income level or political leaning who does not believe fervently in the goodness, selflessness and leadership he brought to this country at a time when they needed it so much, as apartheid officially ended in 1994.  We could all use a solid dose of those qualities now, not only here but through-out our world.  Unfortunately, those who rule the mightiest nations today think not of what is good for humankind, but what is good for “my” kind; not of inclusivity but tribalism, and not of fellowship but division.  To quote one of them out of Twitter context, “Sad!”

Okay, thought for the day over; now on to the fun stuff.  Cape Town is a lovely place, great natural beauty with a rocky coastline and options for hiking near Table Mountain and Lion Head.

The protea is that national flower of South Africa.

Cape Town has a lively foodie scene….

Tertius Jordaan with Eye See Africa, a Cape Town-based travel agency that arranged our entire trip, was able to knock around with us for a while.

As usual, we came across some nice folks along the way.  A singer in the park who sounded just like Billie Holiday…

A public service agent dedicated to helping obvious foreigners such as ourselves from being preyed upon by bad guys…. by showing us to our destination and warning about street crime.

A vendor who makes specialty mayo….. 

A harbor seal who looks like how we feel after the bountiful eating we have done.

The Winelands are nearby.  South Africa has a great many wineries producing a prodigious number of wines….. fun to visit and still more beautiful vistas.

Farm visits, too!

 

Still more incredible food, this fresh from the garden…

We are to spend about a month in South Africa; from Cape Town, we will make our way by car east along the coast, then hopscotch up to Kruger National Park and environs for more game viewing.  

 

Not too many Americans venture along the coast east of Cape Town, preferring the engaging busy-ness of the city and the magnificent wildlife in the safari camps.  Not to say that it is not a popular area….. but many of the people venturing across the semi-arid Klein Karoo and along the coast and the “Garden Route” are locals seeking weekend escapes.

The town of Hermanus is popular, with whale watching and rocky beaches.  We watched the lunar eclipse from there…..

 

Then continued past a protected penguin colony at Betty’s Bay on our way to the southernmost tip of Africa….

Nearby De Hoop Nature Reserve includes land animals – bontebok, eland, ostrich – with sand dunes along a breath-taking marine area.

The most spectacular sight was the pod of right whales that were just off the beach….. spouting, rolling, leaping…. we spent two full afternoons entranced by constant activity just a few hundred yards away.  Unfortunately, whale sightings do not make great opportunities for the amateur photographer…

The Klein Karoo is inland, featuring the Swartberg mountains, fruit orchards, valleys, and lots of ostrich farms……

Here we participated in preparing a potjiekos, the South African stew that is made over a fire in a special pot, with meat and vegetables layered and slowly cooked…. it was tasty, but overcooked a bit.