The old Afrikaans gentleman says to me – â€œAh, so youâ€™re going up into Africaâ€. Iâ€™m...Read More
The Wild Dogs on Parade I stand at the edge of the mighty Zambezi River about forty kilometers upstream from the majestic Victoria Falls on the Zimbabwean side of the border. The â€˜boutiqueâ€™ Matetsi game Lodge hosts me. The...Read More
Namibia differs from Botswana like day from night, except for Namibia’s Caprivi Strip. On a map, it looks like the neck of a guitar, and stretches for over three hundred kilometers west to east, although it’s only...Read More
I’m back to the Kalahari Desert, now in Botswana, trying to remind myself that my feelings about authoritarian governments and regimes are not to be confused with my feelings about Africa. Travel is harder here. The...Read More
I’d walk the Kalahari Desert if they’d let me. Herds of springbok would race by, pronking in the insane and magnificent way they do, showing me how strong and healthy they are so I wouldn’t even attempt to...Read More
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