Our Pete Oxford Expedition rolled on like a well-oiled machine. We were eight guests, six unusually pleasant Americans, two unusually sober Aussies, shepherded by the inimitable Pete and Renee. Although Pete occasionally compared the task to herding octopus it all worked well. Journeys between camps were by Cessna Caravan. Very civilised.
Which brought us to our second camp – Little Vumbura. This is a water camp. Water is life. Life is precious. Never more so than when you’re in a small boat in the company of Africa’s deadliest vegetarians. Not to mention the crocodiles.
One afternoon we traded a game drive for a boat ride. On other occasions it was difficult to tell the difference. And once off the island there was still plenty of savanna to explore. The best of both worlds.
The camp had charm and the environs were scenically splendid.
I took a tripod. It was heavy and awkward to pack. It had to go in the checked luggage, of course. Gayle’s checked luggage.
Stay tuned for the next exciting episode – wildflowers …
bobmcgee 