With little fanfare, we cross the border into Zambia (and another USD 50 visa). Days of inactivity have rendered us largely lethargic, and we wearily listen to George’s valiant attempt at a workshop on fill-in flash and color temperatures.
We drive by red brick huts with thatched roofs leading to the Wildlife Camp, just outside the park’s gates. The site has us mesmerized, situated right on the banks of the Luangwa River with a pod of hippos, their backs just visible in the fast flowing muddy waters, their bellows punctuating the otherwise blissful silence after the massive rumblings of the truck. The camp is wild, with no fences, and we’re warned not to wander around after dark. If nature calls, business must be taken care of next to the tent, instead of risking the 20m walk to the ablution block and … Read More »