There, sitting in front of my tent, looking ecstatic flowing Zambezi hear noises in the undergrowth. Suddenly comes a hyena that crosses in front of me, less than five meters, along the shore. At another time I guess I would have been paralyzed but not in the Mana Pools Park where one accepts the surprising part of the routine. The night before we contemplate, between a group of campers who used their flashlights to a group of more than ten hyenas prowling in trash. Search, without fear or complex, as if the animal is not able to rip off an arm with the profile of your teeth, followed the group for a while. Then, when I went to sleep, mammals heard walking by my store, breathing and sniffing my environment. On rising, Anthony, the hunter who accompanied us, I said there were also traces of leopard close.
It was not the last surprise of the brutal and fascinating campsite Mana Pools. That morning a fellow traveler leaves the shower, look back and discover that a buffalo gallops and to attack. Try to protect the animal and the spear and shield loa, luckily, moves on. I guess this is more of a glass half full than half empty. Being able to count on a buffalo attack, an animal that almost reaches the ton, and have only a gap in the head, a wound on the legs and back bruised and hematomas, is feeling lucky. That attack might have cost the lives of our fellow, without any exaggeration, or at least a few broken bones. Almost had been normal, but the animal did not repeat envestida (buffalo each year is carried forward life a few African). Anthony explained that it was an old buffalo herd separate from that bet with a fellow with showers. That day he attacked another person. They debated whether hunt for dangerous. Finally he was given the opportunity to leave and did so at night. The incident served to unite the group and something else to lower the number of showers.
They plant the tent and starts walking through a place full of beasts as if recorriera Central Park, only here the squirrels weigh two tons
Why was all this in Mana Pools? Because as we explained is the only site in Africa where there are no defenses and in which any, have to be a little unconscious, can do a walking safari without accompanying you a hunter or any guide. They plant the tent and starts walking through a place full of beasts as if recorriera Central Park, only here the squirrels weigh two tons and diet prefer fresh meat . Then, a hippo that followed while returning to the river next to the shops, It was like watching a neighbor's cat. So they must think about the inhabitants of the small town of locals who had a mile. I went to buy some drinks there a small grocery. Children playing near a buffalo that looked. There was another huge issue in the Doorway. No one was alarmed, nobody moved.
Mana Pools, specifically this campsite, Nyamepi Camp, is an unforgettable experience. The true danger, not imagine that lions eat people enter a herd of 70 cars and humans with any animal scares fires also, charm lies that overlaps with the feeling of freedom, to be part of an environment that is unique.
I get good vibes the Zambezi, I like, just makes me happy to see you leave
El Lower Zambezi, junto al Kalahari, are my favorite parks in Africa. Already I felt last year when I was just on the other side, when I spent four unforgettable nights in the Zambian side. I think it's the march of the waters, by groups of hippos drying in the sun on one of its islands, by the sunrise and sunset where the sun rises and enters the flow, by contemplating the eternal flying a Kingfisher foraging. I get good vibes the Zambezi, I like, just makes me happy to see you leave.
Addition, those days there was a spectacular full moon (photo wonder) illuminating the darkness as if it were weak sun. We did a walking safari in which we went through herds of animals (the park is full of life) but we could see no lion. It was curious, the group was obsessed from the beginning of the route with them and nature paid us with indifference. On the other side, Lower Zambian, is where I saw more lions in Africa and their guides told me that there were many more in the Zimbabwean. We did not see any in the parks we crossed. I especially feel for a young and lovely couple, Virginia and Fran, that passionately sought. Bernard, guide, has told me to do the route again with a new group in September and are tired of seeing cats. Things of safaris. Maybe we do not deserve to see them.
Since last night, by the fire, while everyone was sleeping, Berni, Fernando and I took one last pitch. Suddenly, Bernardo a sharp prick and swells a little finger immediately. We look for a bit and was a small scorpion that stung him. Nothing remarkable in a place surrounded by hyenas, buffalo and hippos. In the sleep Fuimos.
PD. There is a scene that I can not pass. Upon entering the park had four children sitting at the door. Me Baje, I talked to them and started laughing with the photos that made them. They looked at the camera viewfinder and laughter let loose. Then under someone else and gave them sweets. The watching, especially smallish, looks as if the unknown. I sucked, played with hands and smiled discovering the taste of something sweet in your mouth. So much and so little.
This trip is part of the route of the agency Katanga Zimbabwe: Walking Great Zimbabwe
Route Kananga:http://www.pasaporte3.com/africa/viajes/zimbabue-mozambique/zimbabue-mozambique.php
