one month in...

Exactly one month ago, I stood at the baggage belt in Lusaka airport waiting for my rucksack, pondering what lay ahead… all I knew was that a girl with facial piercings would be waiting for me the other side of the gate - she would drive me 4 hours to the lodge, predominantly in the dark; No views to talk about, few animals to spot, no shared knowledge and no idea of where we were heading. I was nervous.

I'm often nervous, but my previous boss always told me that I was good at hiding it - I faced the world and whatever it threw at me with passion and purpose; it didn’t really feel like it. This was different. I was to spend 6 months in an alien country, with new colleagues, a whole different career and a long way from home.
But here I am, a whole month done and I can't quite believe it. Thankfully it feels like I've been here much longer. The people are amazing… resourceful, calm, generous and understanding. I have landed in yet another small slice of Eden.

Mukambi Safari Lodge sits on the banks of the Kafue River which borders the Kafue National Park, one of the world's biggest wildlife sanctuaries; at 22,400 square kilometres, it is the size of Wales and home to some of the greatest wetland antelopes on earth. This week I received my official guiding licence to take tourists on game drives around the park and interpret the flora and fauna we see here. I can't wait. Another nerve-wracking chapter has started… we have timid and aggressive elephants (as a result of a long history of poaching), un-graded roads which take the "African massage" to a whole new level, Tsetse flies and exceedingly long grass making visibility tricky at best. But the challenges are worth enduring because we also have the cutest Leopard cubs, almost 500 bird species and some of the rarest sightings like Pangolins and Sitatunga. It's a lesser-known pocket of paradise and once again I am awed by the sheer magnitude of mother nature's designs. Now that I truly understand what the Lion King was on about all those years ago, I am excited to share with others the real "circle of life".

Monday morning at the office

The first thing they teach you at guide school is not to run in the bush; only food runs! - so we agreed that running down the un-fenced airstrip with a vehicle slowly trailing behind, for fitness reasons, probably wasn't our wisest decision. So last night we formally started our own "bushfit" club outside the managers pool. Admittedly "club" is a bit of an exaggeration with only 2 members, but with any luck it will be 3 this evening.
Today's tasks include a management meeting to present proposed actions from recent market research, visiting Robert the onsite tailor to get my uniform altered, getting Steve in the workshop to make a couple of bush-fit "implements" and writing an article on the local Pangolin release activity. Not your average day in the bush, but our first walking safari went out this morning and unfortunately I was not able to join, despite getting up stupidly early and being all prepared to set off with a couple of Italian guests; hopefully next time will be more successful.
Hosting is a significant part of guiding and often more important than the knowledge you share... so we are kicking off a new "lunch and learn" programme here with the guiding team on Tuesday. The first session, called "Meet and Greet" is all about getting to know your international guests. Our local guides have never left Zambia, and despite being highly knowledgeable about the bush, some have never been to school and therefore have varying levels of literacy - how to make the nuances of different European cultures interesting and exciting to Africans who possibly don't know where or what Europe is, will be a challenge indeed!

Placement starts at Mukambi, in the heart of the Kafue National Park - Zambia

My current home at Mukumbi!

After 5 gruelling months of training and successfully qualifying in South Africa as a FGASA Level 1 field guide (typically driving), Back-Up Trails Guide (walking safaris), Level 2 tracker and borderline-bird-nerd, I have arrived safely at my placement lodge in Zambia where I will stay until early December learning all about lodge management and hopefully clocking hours and encounters in a guiding role. As with most African countries, there are of course some administration battles to overcome first, like VISAs, licences, insurances and public driving permits, but with any luck these things will all be sorted soon enough and I can get out into the bush putting it all into practise. The wildlife is abundant and the bush pristine which makes for some fantastic birding.
In the meantime of course I have plenty to do accompanying existing guides and learning the routes, the new plants and trees, and special antelopes that only occur here, as well as working with the management team on marketing, social media and the all important guest hosting (drinking and chatting at the bar mostly!).

First "management meeting"!

Mukambi Safaris have 3 camps within the Kafue, at varying degrees of remoteness. I have so far visited two of them and I am looking forward to visiting the third when it opens in the North next month (Busanga Plains).
They have visitors from all over the world; and in the two weeks I have been here, I have already met people from Israel, USA, The Netherlands, Germany, Ireland and of course many other Africans. My travels over the years in the course of my career have certainly been useful these last two weeks.

"Bushfit with Bruce" initiation....

It started, for me, back in March at a private reserve called Pridelands, near the town of Hoedspruit. It was the start of our Basic Birding course with Bruce so we were fresh back from off time and raring to go. The camp is fairly new and made up of canvas tents and a new wooden ablutions block – but nothing that resembled a gym… well not the kind I have seen before anyway. That soon changed when Bruce appeared in his gym shorts carrying a selection of items that looked completely alien to me… a saggy rubber ball weighing 10Kgs, a pram wheel with handles, and a fat stick tied to a weight with a length of paracord. Slightly intrigued I watched for a bit before deciding to join in. Everyone was still smiling, so I took it to mean it was not too difficult… and to be fair, at the time, it really didn’t feel too difficult at all. I swung kettle bells, mastered the stomach wheel and smugly pulled back on the lat-pull ropes for the required number of times without so much as a twinge. Was I doing it wrong? Admittedly I struggled with the push ups and jumping squats, but made it to the end and disappeared off for a shower feeling quite impressed with myself.

The day wore on, the course continued, the brain got fried as usual, and we went to bed. It was about 430am when the consequence of my actions became apparent. Desperate for a pee, I flopped my right arm out of bed and felt around the floor of the tent for my torch and discovered to my horror that I couldn’t lift it up without a burning pain screaming out from my arm…. now just a couple of muscles I could understand… but all of them!? really? I had no idea just how weak my arms had become working in an office all day for 25 years.

My home at Pridelands

I managed, aided by some pain-induced involuntary noises, to get myself up, out to the loo and back again just in time for the 5am wake-up call. The day was agony. The day after even worse. I did not join bushfit again that week – not because I didn’t want to get fit and strong, but simply because I couldn’t, and I was not alone. It took 3 days before my arms would painlessly lift my binoculars to my face – not good when you are on an intensive 7 day birding course!