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
Nine friends decide, for the third year in a row, to safari in November at Bush Camp. It is low season, a dreadful time of year and there is no game.
