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 began to patrol the outside fence boundary seeking handouts from rule breaking guests.  Inside the fence tourists patrol, torch in h...

I've never been afraid of snakes.  In fact, every Saturday for three years I volunteered at the Chattahoochee Nature Center in Atlanta, Georgia a wonderful place that specializes in the rehabilitation of birds of prey and reptiles; housing the non-releasables.  I had a...

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 gate to Berg-aen-Dal camp which is not very far at all. I already knew it was going to be another amazing journey to Kruger National par...

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 like one.  When I gathered my mind and eyes into the same quadrant of my morning brain I realized there were baboons on my porch.  Th...

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 destination.

Nights in the so called civilized world can be scary because the human predators come out. Turn on morning news of any m...

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