The steaming chai wards off the early morning chill and the lazy sparkling constellations fade into their daily hibernation.
Even the humblest student of felines will have clicked the series link on the remarkable BBC’s Big Cats these past few weeks. Even the third episode was enthralling and fascination (much against my predictions).
Almost every morning last week was blessed by a coruscating sunrise, a blazing mid-morning with the kind of light nature lovers and photographers fantasize about.
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.
