The Broken Legged Hyena – A story filled with holes and speculation
I was in Satara Camp, a fenced camp in the Kruger National Park; my hut number 179 was right at the fence. As dusk slipped in, predators...
My Roommate in Tent #40; Mr. Black Mamba
I've never been afraid of snakes. In fact, every Saturday for three years I volunteered at the Chattahoochee Nature Center in Atlanta,...
Lions, Rhino and Wildebeest giving birth, oh my!
Berg-en-Dal Camp – Guest House #35 I checked into camp the night before after seeing three of the big five on the drive from Malelane...
Baboons on My Porch
I awoke to the sound of rattling; or at least that's what it sounded like; something rattling. Was it an earthquake? No. But it felt...
Soap Opera of the African Night
Last night a friend asked me what the nights were like in Africa. It is yet the best question I have been asked about my favorite travel...
