Two weeks in Africa: three countries – Zimbabwe, Botswana and Namibia. Fourteen days to try and get a feel for this immense, hauntingly beautiful continent. To dip our feet in the pond, and decide if we want to come back in a few years and dive right in.
I’m not really a fan of the ‘tour’ – I’ve never been on a Contiki tour, and the idea of being on a cruise ship makes me feel ill. Michelle and I prefer to travel alone, and we love to make our own plans, take our time slowly and have no fixed plan as to where we’ll be a week from now. Africa was a little different, though. We had a group of 10 friends, and no idea where to start. So we ended up on an adventure truck with Nomad Adventure Tours. Our truck was pretty cool; around 20 seats, with full camping and kitchen gear packed into the truck’s storage. We ate most of our meals around a campfire right next to the truck. Our days were sometimes long (I think our record was 7 hours driving, over roads of hard-packed salt), and others were just short drives with lots of exploring on foot.
I wasn’t really sure what to expect – Africa always seemed quite mysterious to me, cloaked in diversity and vastness. Granted, what I saw of this continent was only a small part, but that small part was quite incredible.
My only regret was that I didn’t take a longer lens – my longest being a 70-200mm. When I go back I’ll take something that can get me to at least 400mm, even if I have to rent it for a few weeks.
My highlights: having our boat charged by a hippo; being 3 metres from an incredible lioness; chasing a black mamba (extremely deadly snake); gazing at the most incredibly clear skies i’ve ever witnessed.
You have to go.