As a parent there are surely few things more rewarding than seeing one’s own likes and loves inherited by one’s children.
Very few holiday destinations can rival Africa for its ability to enthrall, excite and educate children.
For the last year, early each morning a Kicheche driver starts his ignition carefully and slips the Toyota effortlessly into gear. Each morning he finds and follows a star, seeking that gold that his safari-goers crave, almost every morning he dangles a burnished carat in front of them.
Someone (name with-held) complained to me this week, with very little December spirit, that she had done half a dozen African safaris yet never really had a decent leopard sighting
The thrill of the chase is generally viewed after a lengthy vigil, seeing four separate episodes is surely a little greedy even for people who have visited over 20 times
F.G.M. (Female genital mutilation for the uninitiated) is an abomination. This barbaric practice is carried out all over the world yet prosecutions are rare and this hideous butchery goes on unabated.
Scenes like this are harrowing and desperately upsetting. That’s just for the viewers, imagine the pain of this reticulated giraffe mother, her calf killed by lions and she feeling like Custer at Little Big Horn yet she still battles to ensure the carcass is not defiled.
Leave time is precious time, apparently even for Ryan Air Pilots, so when Jimmy Tinka has repeat safari-goers with a yen for leopards he knows just how to oblige them in Mara North.
When you are dealing with fabled diva’s sometimes it takes a while for them to appear on the red carpet. However frustrating this may be, no amount of tantrums or tiara’s will make a shred of difference.
It is a common and frankly absurd misconception to describe ruminants bisecting the Mara River as a ‘migration’.
