A canoe enough to traverse fangs. That was the plan, browse the most populous river beasts in the world, paddling between hippos and stealthily approached the buffalo and crocodiles. Africa live at water gives the traveler a sense of harmony tense, the pleasure of the wild.
The Royal Zambeze hotel is a jungle refuge that invites the encounter of animals, to the shock without bars or fences. We ask those responsible for Lodge a river day, To closely record the nature of bass zambeze, In my opinion one of the most disconcerting parks on the continent.
Unlike other corners of Africa, Here one has the feeling of venturing without reservations where man is over. There are no tourist tails, No paved routes. Everyone looks for their dose of emotions on the banks of the river or in the rivers of the jungle.
Everyone looks for their dose of emotions on the banks of the river or in the rivers of the jungle.
After the afternoon, Many animals appear to the waters of the Zambeze in a nerve procession of babouins looking for dinner or stampede facoceros. All are monitored and choked at the time of the appetizer, because they themselves are likely to be an appetizer of others. All but us and there lies the magic. Canoa supposes in the eyes of animals an unconstible being, that neither bothers or threat. The silence of the oars mimiced us.
On one of the shores I saw the largest crocodile I had seen in Africa, stationed like a trunk before immersing yourself in the same waters we were traveling. In this type of safaris the vision of a crocodile is as exciting as the feeling that below one there are more invisible crocodiles, a few meters, somewhere. They weren't them and we, We were all at the same time sharing water and space. For that reason none of us came up with the water temperature with our hands, Well, that river was curdled with jaws.
A splendid hippopotamo head emerged from the water about two meters from us
When the afternoon was rushing, Our guide changed course and began to row the shore. I imitated him without understanding a maneuver that almost took us out of the channel. In fact, he began to row over the mud as if he wanted to open a new inland channel. At that time a splendid hippopotamo head emerged from the water about two meters from us, With that kind of deaf snort capable of shaking the heart of the most aguerrido of the explorers. Then I was the one who rowed on the mud and would have made its way to the hotel, If it weren't because the hippo again disappeared to leave us alone.
Thus that magical afternoon passed, That African safari without 4x4 or dirt roads. Bajo Zambeze went out with the sunset to house new beasts in the moonlight, nobody rests on the wild side of the world.
