And by hump, I mean over the hump of the (peak season) figurative camel’s back. The season has progressed to its busy state, just as the thermostat has risen and the lifeline Luangwa river has narrowed to a shallow stream of luring water. September has been a busy month. I have not logged serious hours, but I have had the joy of cheating gravity a total of 105 times in a short time of 23 days. That’s an average of 4.5 legs per flying day. It sure sounds like a lot, especially when one compares it to a long-haul pilot, but once you become flying fit then it’s not too intense. The most legs I’m allowed to do in one day is 8, which happened a couple of times! I can see the need for a kidney belt if you feel like a madalla (old person in Njanja).
Camp life (part 2/2)
In the hotter months (August – November) one feels the need for a short siesta after lunch. It is very uncommon for it to rain here during the dry season so, fortunately, humidity is kept at bay, but on the other hand, there is dust and a lot of it.
Camp life (part 1/2)
This will be an attempt to explain the ins and outs of what it is like to live in the bush at a remote camp. I’ll run you through a typical day of a bush pilot at Remote Africa Safaris, although I must admit that no two days are ever the same as it is a very dynamic job and destinations, flight times, people, weather and plenty of other factors change constantly. Continue reading “Camp life (part 1/2)”
Getting chased up a sausage tree by an elephant
In the bush, there’s a slight catch 22. You have to be slightly fit, to become fit. Not having a flight to do that day I decided it would be good to go for a jog as I haven’t done an exorbitant amount of cardio and the effect of the daily fresh bread’s impact on my waistline was lingering in the back of my mind. I was joined by the director’s daughter who is definitely more fit as she recently completed a three-day MTB race. Out here we also always try to move in groups, so I was glad someone with more experience in this environment could join me. Continue reading “Getting chased up a sausage tree by an elephant”