The Green Hills of Africa
Chiawa Camp Newsletter
February 2004

 

Hi Everyone,

 A big hello from hot, wet Zambia. I hope you are all well and enjoyed the holiday break? Lynsey and I have just returned from a manic but successful shopping trip in Johannesburg and are now making preparations for the opening of the safari season and of course our wedding.

 Two weeks ago my father David, and I, went down to camp by boat (the roads are inaccessible this time of year) in order to re-supply the chaps looking after everything during the rains.

We were blessed by great weather, lots of elephant swimming, squadrons of blue-cheeked bee-eaters dive bombing near the boat (they only visit during the rains), large colonies of egrets roosting in the reeds along the riverbank, and a lovely kudu cow and calf.

However the most remarkable sight for me was that of the rolling hills of the Zambezi Escarpment – a deep emerald green background to the blue (well, sort of) Zambezi River.

With thoughts of Hemingway’s classic we carried on our journey.

On arrival at Chiawa we were greeted by almost 100 elephants, some in the camp, and the usual impalas and buffalo – in fact I asked myself why we were closed as the boat trip had been so spectacular. Everything was lush, the sky spectacular, and with lions roaring nearby it was difficult to imagine that only a week previously I had been in the midst of Chicago and London’s winters.

 The following day we headed back up the river and were abruptly reminded why Chiawa does shut this time of year. The heavens opened on us whilst in the boat and we were thoroughly drenched on our way up to Mugurameno village, our next port of call.

Fortunately the sun had returned by the time we got there, where we paid a visit to the primary school and donated uniforms and stationery for 91 AIDS orphans who, with the help of a Swiss charity, School Against Aids, we are helping educate.

Not only does this encourage and enable these particularly unfortunate orphans to study, but this donation also alleviates some of the expense incurred by the host family obliged with the care of these children. Our aim is to assist even more orphans in 2005 so please email us should you wish to help.

 Our last stop before the end of the boat journey was at a Paprika Farm near Chirundu to see if the rumours were true. And so they were – there she was – black, shiny, full of mischief albeit with a slight limp.

MOMBA – “our” long gone ground hornbill, who we released to the wild in 2001, peering at us with that familiar sideways look, from behind a tractor of all things.

After three years at Chiawa, Momba had then based herself at various camps in Zimbabwe and now near Chirundu nearly 90kms from Chiawa Camp! During her time with us at Chiawa, Momba taught us many things about ground hornbills, most of all how fickle they are.

Although in great condition we wonder if she will ever stop seeking human company and return properly to the wild, and hopefully find a mate. Anyway it was great to see her, and the blue “blush” just under her chin that indicates her gender, far more vivid than when we last saw her a couple of years ago.

 Now we are all back in Lusaka getting organised for what is looking like will be an even bigger season than 2003. Fingers crossed. After the wedding we will be at Indaba on the Classic Retreats Stand in the ICC so please stop by and say hello if you’ll be there too. If not, hopefully we’ll catch up with you in the bush or on our travels.

 

Take care, and have a great 2004. 

Grant & the Chiawa Team.

 

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