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Complications already

July 12, 2016

We got up this morning to learn that the travel company, Iceland Unlimited, expected us to arrive this morning, while we have been expecting to arrive tomorrow morning.  What went wrong?  Too many people making assumptions.  Bottom line is we miss out on our arrival day plans to spend time in the famous Blue Lagoon and see the sights in Reykjavik.  We will now attempt to catch our scheduled flight to Greenland as soon as we land in Reykjavik.  Will be very close.  As there is nothing we can do at this point, we are going with the flow….so to speak.  We have arrived at Sac airport and are waiting for our flight to Seattle on Alaska Airlines.  Two hours there and on to Reykjavik on Iceland Air.   If all goes well, we will arrive there at 6:45 am local, grab our bags, meet our driver who has our trip documents, and dash to the domestic terminal for the flight to Ilulissat, Greenland.   Cannot tell you why the flight to Ilulissat, which is in a different country, departs from the domestic terminal.  Maybe we will learn on the way.

So, although it is not starting out at all as we planned, it is already  very much an adventure.   Mark is a “remain calm” kind of guy and I am choosing to follow his lead.  Nothing else to do anyway.  More when we get wherever we are going.

Enjoy a happy day in sunny Northern California,  Julia

 

To Iceland – from too hot to very cool

July 11, 2017

Dear Friends,

We are almost ready to leave for Iceland and Greenland.  Am trying to refresh my memory about working with images in the blog and decided to practice by sending you maps of the islands we are visiting to get us all oriented.  I hope you can blow up the images to see them better.   It is amazing to see how much larger Greenland is compared to Iceland.  There are few roads in Greenland, forcing people to fly from point to point or dog sled.  Not for us.  So one stop there is all we will do.  Iceland is much more hospitable as you can see from the road circling the island as well as many side roads.

Although we fly to Reykjavik first, we spend only one day there before flying west and north to Ilulissat, Greenland above the Arctic Circle on the west coast of that island.  You can find the spot next to Disco Bay.  Originally we planned to add Greenland at the end of the trip, but our travel agent, Unnur at Iceland Unlimited, could not accommodate us.   So, we will spend 3 days and 2 nights in the coldest climes of the trip before returning to Reykjavik and beginning our counter clockwise tour of that island.  By then, Iceland should feel down right balmy.

We leave home at 9am on Wednesday, July 12 by Uber and will be home again late on the 27th.  Am having trouble packing for arctic air with so much heat here.  I will probably be unfashionably overdressed in a dough-girl look.  Watch for coming photos.

Map of Greenland

 

Detailed road and physical map of Iceland

Map of Iceland with cities and towns

Day 12 – Thoughts enroute home from Costa Rica

March 12, 2017

It is 8pm, we are half way home and sitting in the Houston, Texas airport.  Next leg, direct Sacramento.

Costa Rica is a wonderful country. With no military to consume great sums of money, the government is able to provide nearly universal education and health care. Tourism is increasing as are quality medical services, especially dental and elective surgeries. Money flowing into the country from these sources exceeds income from agriculture. We saw many middle class homes, some high end neighborhoods and some shanty towns too. It looked like the sort of place we would wish for most countries. If there was no purpose in having a military, more countries, especially small ones, could take care of their people and build a healthy infrastructure. Sounds like utopia, but it is happening in Costa Rica, so why not other places?

Unlike most of our travels, this was more vacation than usual, with emphasis on fun activities rather than history, people and culture.  As we met mostly staff, who are always friendly and helpful, and other tourists, who are foreigners like us, it is hard to give an opinion about Costa Ricans, or Ticos, as they call themselves. However, we recommend visiting the country. It is beautiful in all its varying landscapes from high mountains and volcanos to rain forests and rivers to tropical plantations and ocean beaches. Activities abound to keep everyone engaged from the highly active to the most sedentary. There is much more to see and experience than we had time to absorb and we would happily return, if there were not so many other places to see.

Next stop for us is Iceland and Greenland in July. We will not need sunscreen.

Sunset from our room at Playa Cativa

Day 10 – 11 Last days in Playa Cativo and Costa Rica

March 10 and 11, 2017

 

Tropical flowers beside the pool.

There were 2 days left to this adventure and we chose to spend them doing very little.  Unusual for us.

Trying to stay cool in a too warm pool.

It was very hot and humid and we were happy to stay in the shade and close to or in the pool, where we could listen to the multitude of birds singing and calling out the names of the few colorful ones we could see.  Mostly Red-Rumped Cacique (black with brilliant red rump feathers), Great Curassow (about the size and shape of a turkey with a fuzzy head, which I have shared earlier), Morpho butterflies (large and iridescent blue), parrots and a pair of rodents, called agouti, that looked like a cross between a large rat and a very small dog.  They were cute, but skittish and difficult to photograph.

An Agouti, a cute rodent that lives in the garden

Even though we were sitting in the shade, we both got burnt from the ultraviolet light of the hot sun.  We had some sunscreen on, but not nearly enough.  We had happy hour drinks with the other guests and enjoyed relaxed conversations with them.  Most were from England, one was from Philadelphia and one from Atlanta.

Brown Boobies

On the 11th, we went out on a boat ride to see dolphin, but after a couple hours of running around the gulf, the boat driver and guide gave up.  It was disappointing not to find them, but at least we had seen a few on other boat activities and I got a few nice photos of birds and reflections in the glass-like water.  Couldn’t  decide on one so you get to see three.

Dolphins from another day

 

Reflection on the gulf

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reflections

 

Where the water meets the sky.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After lunch on the 11th, I went to a waterfall with Jackie and Jane from England.  It took us 15 minutes to hike up to the falls, after being told it would take us half an hour.  The water was cooler than the pool, but not nearly cool enough.  Still, it was a pleasant walk with good company.

Jackie and One at the waterfall.

Moses taking us to Puerto Jimenez

Today, March 12, is departure day.  After breakfast of Huevos Rancheros, Costa Rican style, we said good bye to the staff, jumped into the boat with Moses, the staff boat driver, and sped across the gulf to Puerto Jimenez on the Osa peninsula.  There we caught a flight on Nature Air to San Jose.  San Jose is at about 3000 feet and quite comfortable compared with sea level low lands.  As we wait for the flights to Houston and then Sacramento, I am writing this last post and wanting to share details and thoughts, but am out of time.  Will post this now from the San Jose airport and send a final post when I can.

 

Day 9 – Into the mangroves near Playa Cativo

March 9, 2017

It was delightful waking up to sunshine and the sound of many birds  singing and monkeys squawking outside our third floor open air room.   As the hotel is so small, everyone gets acquainted quickly, especially the staff.  At breakfast, each couple is chatting about and getting ready for the activities they and the staff organized the evening before.  The staff orchestrates it so no more than 4 guests do any one activity at a time.

Entering the mangrove river system

 

Our activity for the morning is a boat and kayak excursion up the Esquinas River that drains into the gulf.  The couple joining us were from Dorset England, Will and Pam.  Our guide was the most knowledgeable, Gerardo, who gave us a super introduction to Costa Rican parks, forest reserves and wildlife refuges and talked at length about mangroves and creatures living within the area.

Deep in the mangroves.

Once we were out of the gulf and in the mouth of the river, we got off the boat and into our kayaks to explore the shallow and narrow mangrove system.

Pam and Gerardo ahead of us.

In addition to birds, we  looked for animals and other creatures, but only saw 2 large crocodiles, one sunning itself on a sand bar and the other nearly hidden in a mangrove.  That one looked very fat and ominous.  Gerardo pointed out the many tiny crabs that feed on the mangrove, and how they determine the shape for the root system.  Wherever a crab bites a mangrove root, the root splits, causing forking to occur.   Crabs are indispensable to the mangrove system.  There are four different types of mangrove tree; black, white, red and tea, each of which developed its own unique method of regulating salt.

Yellow Crowned Night Heron

We saw many birds we had already identified and some new ones, particularly a very pretty, large, two toned tan Whimbrel, which we have not been able to photograph.

Snowy Egret

 

 

 

Drinking fresh coconut nectar. Quite refreshing.

 

 

 

 

Reconnecting with our pontoon boat.

 

 

 

 

 

Bottle nosed dolphin in the Gulf

 

 

While on the boat we spotted dolphin both coming and going.  They are sure hard to photograph, but lovely to watch.  Back at the lodge, lunch was ready.  We had ceviche again for lunch and lounged by the pool the rest of the afternoon.

In the evening, I joined a group for an evening forest walk.  Mark had no interest.  The walk was a bit long, but very interesting.

Summer Tanager asleep in a tree.

We saw three different birds asleep in different trees:  a Summer Tanager, a Tropical King Bird, and a Golden Hooded Tanager.  I tried to photograph them, with mixed success…mostly not in focus.

Blunt-Headed Vine snake. Holds onto vine with last 25% of tail and captures frogs & lizards while swinging freely. Only snake that has this capability.

We also saw many frogs (the most exciting of which were two Red Eyed Tree frogs mating), Cane toads, lizards, spiders, a Cock Roach, a gray Praying Mantis and a Blunt-Hooded Vine Snake, about the size of a shoe lace, laying in a low hanging cluster of leaves.

Yellow Eyed Tree frog. Same as the colorful frog on our Apple screen saver.

It was delightful to see a snake that was not scary.  I was surprised at the biodiversity for 2 hour evening walk around the property.

When we got back to the lodge, Mark was waiting hungrily at the table.  We had a pleasant meal and went directly to our room to enjoy the night sounds, read a bit and try to sleep.

 

Day 8 – Alta Garcia to Playa Cativo

March 8, 2017

Up and out by 9:30.  Fabian had very nicely made all the arrangements for us to transfer to Playa Cativo a day early and we were very appreciative.  We bid him a fond farewell at the airport, when the same 206 and pilot landed to pick us up for the 30 minute flight to Golfito on the Gulfo Dulce.

Gulfo Dulce

Playa Cativo from the air.

Golfito from the air

This day was sunny and warm, unlike the flight to San Isidro two days earlier.  As we descended over the gulf into Golfito, we passed Playa Cativo on the left side of the plane.  It was the only habitation along the shore that we could see and promised to be the treat we were hoping for.  Cesar, one of the Playa Cativo managers, picked us up in a taxi and took us to the dock, where he and a boatman loaded our things into their Boston Whaler.

Soon we were under way speeding north along the shore line, while looking at the jungle on our right and the large body of water between the Oso Peninsula and the Pacific Ocean on our left.  We learned that the so called gulf is actually a fjord shaped like a nearly closed “C”.  The opening is only 5 miles across, but the inside of the C is quite large.

Playa Cativo from the boat.

In 30 minutes we landed at Playa Cativo and were being greeted by our first names and handed cold towels and tropical drinks.  We had arrived!!!

Our room is on the 3rd floor of a small boutique hotel.  There are only 8 rooms accommodating 16 people total.  The place is nearly full and feels comfortable, welcoming, friendly and exclusive.

Our room at Playa Cativo.

The small, wood frame hotel sits about 100 feet from the high tide mark and is backed almost immediately by the jungle.

View from our room.

There are no windows in our room, only openings on three sides that get screened at night.  Ceiling fans provide the only AC.  At sea level, this is the hottest place we have been in Costa Rica, and it is hot and VERY humid.  Fortunately there is a nice pool and a large swimming beach to keep us cool during the daytime.

A Jesus Christ iguana. It walks on water!!!

 

We took advantage of both, starting at the pool, followed by a long walk on the beach and a salty swim in the gulf, followed by another swim in the pool.  We ordered ceviche, guacamole and chips for a poolside lunch.  This iguana visited us by the pool.  However, we did not see it walking on water.  At sunset, all the guests were by the pool watching the sky turn pink and orange.  We ate tuna and sea bass for dinner on the outdoor deck and visited a bit with other guests.  One of the manager-guides, Geraldo, talked with us about the possible activities we can do while we are here.  We settled for a 4-hour boat/kayak tour into the mangrove forest for the morning of the 9th and a forest walk in the evening.  Other activities to follow.  Then we went upstairs and eventually fell to sleep on top of the sheets and under the ceiling fans.

Days 6 and 7 – Pacuare Lodge to Alta Gracia

 

March 6, 2017

The rain was pounding even harder on the roof when we woke up, than when we went to bed.  I lay there nice and snug, thinking about having to go rafting in the rain in a few hours.  What to wear to keep warm, if not dry?  I started with a bathing suit and shorts, followed by my water-wicking Rashguard top and then my rain jacket and sandals and hoped not to freeze.   Packed up the rest of our gear and umbrella’d down to breakfast.  It was rafting departure day for most of the guests and everyone looked mildly distressed.  Our river guides,  Ivan and Arturo, were anxious to get on the river ahead of the crowd, so we ate fast, said farewell to the staff and headed for the rafts.

Pacuare River

 

Once we had on our life vests and helmets, we were not so cold in spite of the rain.  We shoved off, while everyone else was still having breakfast.  Within a couple minutes we hit our first rapid and water was everywhere.

The river temperature was the same as the waterfall the day before, which is to say, cool but not cold.  Time to relax and paddle.  Ivan soon had us laughing, watching birds and hitting the haystacks head on.  Arturo, dry from the waste down, is having a blast in his kayak, while keeping an eye on us in case we should fall in.

Ivan and Arturo making a selfie

The ride lasts three hours, including a handful of class IV rapids.  Unfortunately, the river is somewhat low, requiring more technical skill, but providing fewer big waves.  We got hung up on protruding boulders a number of times, but, thankfully, spun off the rocks before flipping.  I thought Ivan did a good job of reading the river and he barked out paddle instruction all the way.

Entering the narrow canyon

The forest scenery was lovely with frequent waterfalls adding to the beauty.  Once, Ivan directed us into the middle of one and laughed when we got even more thoroughly drenched.  In one part of the river, the canyon walls came quite close together.  The water falling there made for a pretty picture.  We saw several birds along the river, but only one that we could photograph, a Tiger Heron.  We paddled really hard to get to shore and then pulled on a limb to get up stream enough to get a shot.

Tiger Heron on the lookout for fish.

It stayed still for us and we even got good video footage with it singing.  Unfortunately, I have not learned how to add a video to the blog, so you will have to be content with a still.

We opted not to eat along the river, but to wait until we reached the take out and could change into dry clothes and eat under cover.  The take out was at a town called Siquirres.  Ivan and Arturo prepared lunch, while we changed clothes.  The large group arrived as we were finishing our burrito sandwiches.  We bid good bye to Ivan and Arturo and left with a Pacuare Lodge driver, who took us to a private Del Monte airstrip about 30 minutes away.  There were bananas trees as far as the eye could see in every direction.  All of the banana bunches were covered in blue plastic to protect them from bugs and rain.  We never did find out why blue plastic was used.

Flying over the Costa Rican landscape

The Cessna 206 arrived at the same time we did.  Without wasting a minute, we loaded the plane, jumped in and were off.  Our next destination was a place called San Isidro.

Approaching San Isidro

The flight took 50 minutes in nearly all IFR conditions.  Our pilot opted to fly an indirect course to avoid the mountains and stay below 10,000 feet. Fine with us.  Fabian, our Geo Ex guide, was ready and waiting for us at the San Isidro airport and off we went to our next destination, a gated resort called Alta Gracia 30 minutes away.

Alta Gracia Resort

We arrived about 3pm and checked into our new abode, a totally new and modern casita.  It was so much like home that we wondered why we were there.  The facility is 800+ acres on a hillside with views of San Isidro below and 50 casitas scattered all around the hillside.

Pool and hot tubs at Alta Gracia. Nice view toward San Isidro.

The place was huge, including the spa, the stables, the dining area and swimming pool.  We felt like we were in a large golf course resort in the states, without the course.  The main features were horseback riding, hiking, dining, gym and spa treatments.  Not much really appealed to us.  However, we had a lovely meal in the nearly empty dining room, where we learned that only 5-6 casitas were occupied.  No wonder the place felt deserted.

March 7, 2017

The next morning, we sat at the edge of the outdoor dining area and watched pretty birds fly about while we ate.  Fabian joined us for coffee and explained the day’s adventure.  While we sat there he helped us identify the Tropical Mockingbird, the Rufus Ground Sparrow, the Yellow-Headed Caracara and Cherrie’s Tanager

Coffee plant in full flower. Seen on road to Los Cusingos

Then we drove a short distance to a Nature Preserve called Los Cusingos, which had been founded by an American ornithologist and naturalist named  Dr. Alexander Skutch.  He arrived in the area in 1941 and produced a huge number of studies and books about birds and mammals until his death in 2004, 4 days shy of his 100th birthday.  The preserve contains approximately 500 acres of rain forest with hiking trails, botanical gardens,many birds and mammals, including 16  endemic species, a museum and the house he lived in for most of his life.

Walking a trail in Los Cusingas Preserve

Fabian is a wonderful bird and plant guide who knows the names and information about almost everything we see.  It is fun to be with him.  While driving the short distance to the preserve, he stopped the car and mentioned not only birds in our view, but interesting plants as well.  As Alta Gracia and the Preserve are above 3000 feet above sea level, coffee is the common crop.  At the moment the coffee plants are putting out small white flowers.   Lower elevations support sugar cane, pineapple and banana.

A plant appropriately called “Hot Lips”

Once in the preserve, we went for a long hike through the forest and identified many birds and plants.  I am going to list them here for my personal reference as we were unable to photograph much in the dense canopy, except for a few flowers.

A pretty flower, whose name I have already forgotten.

Mark found this walking stick climbing up my leg. We have seen these in some African countries. Were surprised to see it here.

 

Palm Oil plant

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A cashew nut still on the tree.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yellow Rain orchid plant in full flower.

 

Skip this paragraph if you are not interested in our bird sightings, which i include for our personal record.   Birds we saw in Los Cusingos included:  Green Honey Creeper, Blue Dacnis, Scarlet Rumped Tanager or Cherrie’s Tanager, Blue and Gray Tanager, Golden Hooded Tanager, Gray Headed Tanager, Tropical King Bird, Common Potoo (a really ugly bird), Lineated Woodpecker.  In addition to the birds, we identified some pretty plants: Passiflora, a passion fruit flower; a flower called “hot lips” that looked just like the name; and an orchid called “Golden Rain”.   Birds we spotted and identified while on the Pecuare River and during other parts of our trip in Costa Rica include: the Sun Bittern, a gorgeous bird we saw flying low over water; the Montezuma Oropendola, a beautiful bird we say near water as well; the Chestnut-Headed Oropendola; the Great Blue Heron, and the Little Blue Heron; the Masonic Kingfisher; the Green Rufus Kingfisher; the Black Mandible Toucan; the Great Kisskidee; and the Black Guan.  There were many others I cannot remember.  Mark bought a book with over 800 Costa Rican birds in it.  We are enjoying hearing the sounds as well as seeing the images of each bird.  He is marking each bird we identify, so we can remember them in the future.

The staff at the Preserve provided us with a typical Costa Rican lunch.  It consisted of a banana leaf filled with beans, rice, potatoes, onions, fried plantains and very dry chicken that had been rolled up together and steamed.  It was hot when we received it, but overcooked and dry.  For sure it was authentic and filling, if not delicious.

By 2;30  Fabian had dropped us off at Alta Gracia.  We made our way to our casita, changed into bathing suits and headed back to the pool.  The heat was on in the hot tub and we were happy to sit in the warm water and relax.  By dinnertime, we were back in the room ordering room service rather than getting dressed for dinner in an empty restaurant.   Perfect.  We had decided earlier that we did not want to spend another day at Alta Garcia doing nothing, when we could have an extra day at Playa Cativo, so we had Fabian make arrangements to move us to Playa Cativo a day early.  We were thankful for the change in plans.  And off to bed we went.

 

Day 5 – Zip Lining at Pacaure Lodge

March 5, 2017

We awoke to a beautiful sun shinny day.  The forest looked glorious from our bed.  Coffee arrived at 7am and we luxuriated in the leisurely beginning to what promised to be an exciting day.  We hiked down hill to breakfast and ate on the deck overlooking the river.  Such pleasure.

At 10;45 we met our zip line guides, Giovani and Jose.  Once they learned we had never been zip lining before, they were very careful to explain all the details to us, got us hooked up to our gear and lead the way up a very steep hill well passed the level of our cottage.  On and on we went until we were near the top of the mountain.  

Once there, they remind us there would be 11 lines to zip, with the longest one being over 700 feet.  we were both a little nervous, but we practiced on a stationery line and watched Jose go ahead on the first leg.  Then Giovani hooked me up, reminded me not to grab the wire tightly, but to let my left hand slide along the top of the wire, while my right clutched the safety lines.  

A quick prayer and off I went.  I shouted only once and made it to the next platform thoroughly exhilarated.   Shortly, Mark arrived and then Giovani.  The next leg, I went too fast and grabbed the line to slow down.  Bad idea.  Yanked my shoulder.  Mark started spinning and had to learn what to do to keep going straight.  I had to learn that too.  Each leg was a new lesson, but gradually we both got the hang of it.  By the 7th and longest line we were feeling pretty confident.  I had thought we would see animals and birds in the tree canopy, but we were traveling too fast and focused for that.

Lunch in The Nest

All too soon we were at the 11th platform, also know as “The Nest”.  It was in a large tree next to the restaurant and the location of our prearranged lunch, which was lined up to us in The Nest.

Giovani serving lunch the arrived by basket.

We enjoyed cold cucumber soup, chicken salad and cervesa, while watching the other guests eating on the deck.  Finally, we repelled down 80 plus feet to the ground.   It was a super feeling to know I had conquered one more fear of heights…..and had fun doing it.

We had one more adventure planned for the day and asked Giovani to be our guide.  So, after repelling does the tree, we went directly to our cottage to change clothes.   Here are a few photos to give you an idea of the hike to our cottage, an activity that happened several times each day, rain or shine.

The bottom part of the path to our cottage

The upper part of the path to our cottage

Giovani met us at our cottage and off we went further up hill.  The hike was described as a 1.5 hour loop trail to a typical home built by the local Cabecar Tribe and an onward hike to a nice waterfall.   We arrived at the tribal house rather quickly and spent a few minutes checking it out.  It reminded me of many other such primitive, round, grass, mud and palm houses we have seen in other parts of the world.  No matter how separated cultures are in time, space and climate, they seem to go about problem solving in similar ways.  From the tribal house, we hiked quickly up and down the hilly trail.

Hiking to the waterfall

We knew there was a large group making the hike behind us and we wanted to have time alone at the waterfall.   We were so quick that we had plenty of time.

The pretty waterfall, who’s name we never learned.

Although the sky had gone gray and was looking ominous, we were warm enough from the hike to strip down to our bathing suits and gingerly climb into the basin of the pretty waterfall.   The water was cool, but not cold and we had fun playing in it.  Just as we were getting out, rain began to fall, so we stayed in our suits and scampered down hill back to the lodge and back up hill to our cottage.  Happily, we beat the crowd and completed the loop in less than the expected time.  We stepped into our plunge pool, but realized it was colder than the waterfall, so settled for hot showers instead.

At dinnertime, we dressed warmly and umbrella’d ourselves down hill in the rain.  We each had a mojito while watching the rain pound on the uncovered deck.  Dinner was a fish and risotto combination that was too heavy and rich for us.  Neither of us finished our meal.  We were much happier to climb back uphill, brush our teeth and crawl into bed.  I loved listening to the rain falling on the corrugated metal roof, the swelling river rushing headlong over boulders and the nightbirds singing in the forest surrounding us.

Day 4 – El Silencio to Pacuare Lodge

March 4, 2017

Met at 7:30am by our next driver, Fabian, we departed El Silencio for a long drive up to the top of the cloud forest at 6300 feet and then down and out of the cloud forest, through the Central Vally, around the outskirts of San Jose and east to the village of Linda Vista, where we dropped steeply down to our put in on the Pacuare River at 980 feet above sea level. Along the way, we had a delightful conversation with Fabian, who is ell educated and knowledgeable about his country. We learned that the El Silencio Resort consists of 518 acres along the creek sized, River Gorrion and is sandwiched between two national parks As we climbed back up the mountain into the fog and increasingly heavy rain, he began to share a few bits of Costa Rican history with us.

Columbus landed at Costa Rica in 1502. The Spanish moved in and controlled the area until Costa Rica gained independence in 1821. There was a small military skirmish in 1856 when William Walker tried to merge Costa Rica and Nicaragua to build a canal between the 2 oceans along the river shared by both countries. The Costa Ricans succeeded in preventing the merger and have had no need for a military since then. Instead, the government has focused on political stability, improving the standard of living and increasing social benefits such as education, health care, clean water, sanitation and power. Since the 70’s, expansion of these services has resulted in a rapid decline in infant mortality, a sharp decrease in the birth rate and an increase in life expectancy. Currently the birth rate is below the replacement level, which explains why so many Nicaraguans have been imported to Costa Rica. Nine percent of the population is foreign born. All this sets Costa Rica apart from the rest of Central America. Interestingly, the income from tourism and medical procedures now exceeds that of all agricultural products. The current president is a guy named Luis Guillermo Solis. He was elected 3 years ago because, according to Fabian, people were fed up with the 3 previous presidents, who had become too corrupt. The new guy, not unlike Trump, is not a seasoned politician. He has one year to go before the next election. Technically, each president is allowed only one 4-year term. But some exceptions have been made and Fabian is not sure what will happen in the next election.

The most important part of this information for Mark and me is the clean water. We started drinking bottled water as soon as we arrived, only to be told all water out of every faucet is potable. That was hard to digest at first. But after a few days and not getting sick on the water, we have accepted that we can drink directly out of the tap. Plus, the water looks and tastes good.

All along the way, we passed what we would call low to middle class homes.  Mostly small to medium sized, well cared for houses on small lots with tidy yards and room for at least one car.  Anyone can buy and own property, including foreigners.  While passing through San Jose, Fabian pointed out high end gated communities where the houses go for a minimum of $500,000.  He thought that was very expensive.  We also drove by very posh shopping centers and office buildings.  He admitted that there is also a sizable homeless population and unemployment, but he did not elaborate.

Due to horrendous traffic and clogged roads, the expected 4-hour drive took nearly 5. Finally, we reached the put in and bid Fabian good bye. Our river guides were Ivan and Arturo. As it was raining, we did not linger, but pushed off into the Pacuare River as soon as possible.

Ready to raft the Pacuare River

Ready to raft the Pacuare River

A brief safety talk and review of paddle rules and we were off. Once we hit the first little rapids and got splashed, we stopped worrying about the rain. Wet is wet. Happily, the ride lasted only 50 minutes with only a few class III rapids and no gullywashers. We were cold and hungry, having not eaten since 7am and glad to reach our destination, the Pacuare Lodge, on the right bank of the river.

Entrance to our Pacuare Lodge suite

Entrance to our Pacuare Lodge suite

Thankfully, the welcome committee greeted us with hot cocoa and quickly showed us to our room high up the hill in the forest above the river. Immediately we tested the shower and found it deliciously hot. After changing into dry clothes, we walked down hill many steps to get to the main lodge and dining facility. After some soup and a light salad, we felt much revived, but not interested in any activities.

he in and outs of our suite

he in and outs of our suite

So we hiked back up to our room to enjoy our private space, which included a large deck overlooking the forest and the river.

Our deck at Pacuare Lodge

Our deck at Pacuare Lodge

It contained an outdoor plunge pool, a hammock and comfortable chairs. The walls consisted of sliding screen doors on three sides. Our bathroom included indoor and outdoor showers. In spite of all the open air, we had total privacy. The only thing lacking was electricity. As the light grew dim, we lit the many candles provided. Finally, it was dark and we wanted dinner, so we put out the candles and headed down the hill. Half way there, we knew we had made a mistake not bringing our umbrellas. We ran the rest of the way to keep from getting drenched. The mojitos were delicious as were the spare ribs and duck we were served along with the other 30 guests we saw. We enjoyed the food more here than at El Silencio, although it was good there too. Just not quite to our taste. Shortly after dinner, we were happy to grab 2 umbrellas and slog our way up the hill to bed.  I enjoyed listening to the sounds of the rain pounding on  our metal roof, the river rushing down stream and night birds singing in the forest surrounding our cottage.

Day 3 – A day at El SIlencia

March 3, 2017

Up at 5:20 to go bird watching at 6am with a local guide named Kenneth.  Given the difficulties of spotting birds, Mark has decided to call it bird hunting rather than watching.  A far more accurate description of what happens with us.   Although the sky was clear, the wind was up and, because we are in such a deep canyon, the sun was not.  Finding birds in the wind was additionally problematic, but we were up so what the heck.  A cup of good Costa Rican coffee and we were off.  Surprisingly enough, we spotted 9 different kinds of birds including a few we saw the day before.  The best sighting of the morning was a pair of seldom seen, Golden-Browed Chlorophonia, high in a tree.  It is a lovely green and yellow bird about the size of a robin.

Golden-Browed Chlorophia

Golden-Browed Chlorophia

After two hours we were cold and ready for breakfast, so we thanked Kenneth and his wonderful green laser pointer for helping us, especially me, see the birds after he or Mark spotted them.  I need to figure out how to get one of those pointers.   What a difference it made in being able to see what people try to point out to this lame viewer.

Oatmeal and coconut breakfast finished, we joined a small group of 6 headed for a 6 km hike to the impressive 400-foot Del Oro Waterfall, which drops into n extinct volcano.  On the way to the hike we drove through the village of Bajos del Toro, home to bout 200 people who are mostly farmers and dairy people.  Like all villages in Costa Rica, it has a primary and secondary school, a soccer field, a health clinic, a police station, 2 bars and a grocery store.

Renaldo leading our hike to the Hidden Treasure

Renaldo leading our hike to the Hidden Treasure

Just passed the village, we parked the car and began the hike up the pasture land and into the forest.  Along the way we could see the Poas volcano in the clouds.  The sun had gone and the sky was completely overcast.  We hoped it would not rain.  The wooded trail eventually ended and we were forced to cross the river back and forth to ascend to the waterfall.

Hiking to Hidden treasure

Hiking to Hidden treasure

I had on hiking sandals and, after trying to keep my feet dry, I gave up and walked on stones in the water along with bouldering up the hill.  It was slow going, but our guide, Renaldo, helped me along the way.  Balance was an issue for me and I was thankful to have him and a good walking stick for support.  Mark thinks I walk like an old lady because of my age.  I like to think it is because I have no balance nerve or hearing on my right side.  Maybe it is both, but I don’t want to admit it–at least not yet.

Del Oro Waterfall

Del Oro Waterfall

We had been told that the hike is called “Hidden Treasure” for the color of the pool at the bottom of the falls.  When we reached the falls, the water ws indeed the color of the gem turquoise.

Turquoise water

Turquoise water

Too cold to swim in, it was quite pleasant to see.  On the way back to the car, the light mist turned to rain for awhile and we all got cold.  Back at the cottage, Mark and I had a lovely soak in our hot tub.

After lunch we had planned to do the local zip line, but with the cold and rain it did not seem desirable, so we took a pass.  Hopefully, there will be more opportunities later on.  Now we are hanging out by the fireplace and enjoying the scenery from the lodge.  In the morning we will depart El Silencio at 7:30 for a 4 hour drive to the put in for our river rafting adventure on the Pacuare River.  We will raft for 3.5 hours to the Pacuare Lodge for a 2 night stay and a visit to the indigenous local tribe.   Then raft out another 3.5 hours to the take out.  As there is no electricity at Pacuare Lodge, we will not be able to communicate with the world until we get to our next stop near San Isidro.   So this is it for a few days.  Enjoy the break.  I hope to in spite of no AC, lights or hot showers.  Now that Mark is paying attention, he is wondering how I got him into this predicament.   I have no comment now.  Seems pretty obvious to me.

Another photo of the male Quetzal. A wonderful sighting.

Another photo of the male Quetzal. A wonderful sighting.

I just found another photo of this wonderful bird and wanted to share it with you.  It is similar to the Birds of Paradise found in the highlands of Papua New Guinea.

Will catch up with you again in a few days.  Wish us well.  It has been a long while since we last white water rafted.

Meanwhile, Happy Trails, Julia

Day 2 – Xandari to El Silencio

March 2, 2017

Arrival in San Jose went smoothly. Our English speaking driver was a cute young woman who was happy to meet us and ready to go. The weather was perfect — comfortable with low humidity and a slight breeze. We had a delightful conversation with her along the way and learned that Costa Rica has 5 million people, 50% of whom live in or near the Central Valley where San Jose, the capital, is located. She was proud to tell us that her country has no military since 1948, when the government cancelled it and used the money to improve education and health care. Primary and secondary education is free and compulsory and there is 96% literacy. There are 2 national Universities and many private ones. Most Costa Ricans have good jobs and do not want to do hard labor, so many Nicaraguans have been imported to work in the sugar cane fields, the coffee plantations and construction.

As we drive I notice that the streets are very clean, the gardens are well kept, the houses are tidy and every property is fenced and gated, although not walled shut. Gradually, we began to wonder where we were going as we seemed to be in a very rural, residential area. It turns out our driver had not been to Xandari, the place we were to stay. We had no idea what to expect as we thought is was to be a quick airport stop before the real trip began. When we finally reached the place it was hidden behind a guarded gate and a huge botanical garden that took several minutes to meander through before we reached the reception. It was quite a lovely place, with blooming flowers and colorful art everywhere.

Approach to our room at Xandari Resort

Approach to our room at Xandari Resort

Our room was a free standing villa a golf cart ride away from the main building. It was set on the edge of a hill with a full view of the city lights of Alejuela in the distance.

Zandari villa

Zandari villa

The spaces in our villa were all different colors and shapes and we had fun finding our way around the place.

 

Our colorful Xandari shower

Our colorful Xandari shower

It was a destination in itself. When we woke up to the sunshine and colorful gardens outdoors the next morning, we were sorry I had arranged for a driver to pick us up at 8:30am, when 11;30 had been the suggested time. Oh well. Live and, maybe someday, learn. We walked through the lovely grounds filled with tropical flowers and colorful art objects to breakfast overlooking the same city and now visible gardens below. We dragged our feet about leaving, but finally joined our driver for the day trip to El Silence, a couple hours away.

March 2nd was a perfect day. Sunny, comfortable temperature, no humidity. Glorious. And the drive was a delight. We passed through several small town and villages and gradually passed through rolling hillsides with herds of black and white dairy cows, coffee and sugar cane plantations, vegetable gardens and scattered country houses.

Zarcero village and topiary garden

Zarcero village and topiary garden

In the village of Zarcero we stopped at a charming Catholic Church, built in 1910, with a huge topiary garden in front of it and pretty decorations inside. It was a surprising and unexpected gem, that is obviously loved and cared for by the locals.

Zarcero Catholic Church with topiary gardens and the gardener

Zarcero Catholic Church with topiary gardens and the gardener

Gradually we climbed up into a cloud forest and reached 7000 feet before descending into a deep valley. The sunshine gave way to fog and then heavy mist. Once over the hill, we descended steeply to 4800 feet, where we finally reached our destination, El SIlencio Lodge. We thanked our second female driver for a safe journey and checked into our comfortable, but more modest cottage at the lodge.

Cottage at El Silence Lodge

Cottage at El Silence Lodge

This facility is eco-friendly, which means the 16 cottages and the dining hall are built on above ground pillars to respect the natural topography of the forest. A large creek runs through the property in a very deep and narrow valley, while the jungle of rain forest encroaches on the surrounding hills.

Female Resplendent Quetzal

Female Resplendent Quetzal

We have expected to be hot and sticky while in Costa Rica. However, we find our selves in a cool, damp place where our fleece and rain coats are suddenly most important.

Male resplendent Quetzal

Male resplendent Quetzal

After a delicious eco-friendly, gluten free lunch, we take a short break and then go for a hike in the forest to see waterfalls and birds along the way. The three waterfalls were nice, but due to the overcast and mist, not very tantalizing. However, our bird sightings were something else. We were able to spot and identify, with the superior help of our guide, several birds which he thought were quite special to find: Black Guan, Slate Throated Redstart, Green Fronted Lancebill (a type of hummingbird with a spear like beak), Black-Faced Solitare and, best of all by far, a pair of Resplendent Quetzal making a nest. We watched them a long time. The male is extremely handsome with purple, blue and white markings and 18-20 inch long tail feathers. I will try to send a few photos.  I must admit we did not take these bird photos as we both forgot our cameras (won’t do that again).  However, we did see and identify each of them.  The most unusual and hard to spot were the Quetzal and the Lancebill.  We felt privileged and lucky.

Black-Faced Solitaire

Black-Faced Solitaire

Green Fronted Lancebill - a type of hummingbird

Green Fronted Lancebill – a type of hummingbird

Long-Tailed Silky Flycatcher

Long-Tailed Silky Flycatcher

The rain has stopped, the sky is clear and the stars are out. After an early dinner, we are tucked into bed with, of all unexpected surprises, hot water bottles nestled between the sheets. Who would ever expect to want hot water bottles in bed in Costa Rica?

 

 

Slate-Throated Redstart

Slate-Throated Redstart

Black Guan

Black Guan

 

 

 

 

 

Enroute to Costa Rica

March 1, 2017

We are in flight now and I have our itinerary to consult.  Our first destination is a place called Bajos del Toro or Cloud Forest.  We get there by driving 1.5 hours up into the hills of the Central Valley.  The area is in the heart of Costa Rico where woodworking and cattle ranching traditions embody country living.  We will climb above cattle country into the cloud forest, which we are told will be “cool”.  Although close to the capital this tropical forest will be full of plant and bird life.  El Silencio Lodge, our home for the next three nights, is in the center of this “misted paradise”.

From there we will drive 3.5 to 4 hours to Linda Vista, the put in point for rafting the Pacuare River.  After a couple of hours on the river we arrive at Pacuare Lodge, our accommodations for 2 nights.  “Nestled” between the river and a wilderness reserve, the lodge has no electricity.   However, we will be surrounded by tropical rainforest full of colorful birds and butterflies and at least one waterfall.  We will be hiking several hours in the Talamanca Mountains to visit a group of people from the indigenous Cabecar tribe.   That should be an interesting experience.

On departure from the lodge, we spend 3.5 hours rafting class III and IV rapids before reaching the take out.  Been years since we have rafted.  Sure hope we remember what to do as we will each have a paddle and will need to use it.  Once off the river and changed into dry clothes, we will fly from a strip near the take out called El Carmen Squirres to San Isidro.  That, at least, is a recognizable place on the map.

From there we will be driven to Alta Gracia, a country hacienda near San Isidro.  This will be home for the next three nights.  Here we will explore Los Cusingos Bird Reserve with a bird expert, something we are not.  Hope he shows us some pretty birds we can photograph.   In addition to bird watching, we will be able to ride horses, mountain bike, attend cheese and chocolate workshops, or enjoy the “state-of-the-art” spa.  You can guess which one Mark will choose.  I am undecided.

From Alta Gracia, we will drive back to San Isidro and fly to Golfito, which is also pretty easy to find on the map.  A car will take us from there to Puerto Jimenez on the Golfo Dulce (Sweet Gulf), a large bay in southwestern Costa Rica, ringed by beaches and forestland brimming with wildlife.  From the dock we will take a “30 minute scenic boat ride” to our last lodge, Playa Cativo, where we will be for 4 nights on the beachfront of an island.  Activities while there include exploring the Parque National Piedras Blancas, kayaking along the Rio Esquinas and, at last, a day of nothing.

On March 12 we fly from Golfito to San Jose and then home.   We are about to land in Dallas for our lay over before going on to San Jose.  Hopefully, I will be able to send this message from there and follow up with other posts along the way.  If you don’t hear from me, either we are truly out of touch or I am having too much fun to stop and write.   🙂

Have a happy day,  Julia

Mark in Dallas Airport 3/1/17

Mark in Dallas Airport 3/1/17

Costa Rica Calls

Hi Friends,

We are off on our next adventure.  It will take us all day to get to Costa Rica flying from Sacramento to Dallas and then on to San Jose on American Airlines.   Even though I do not need much in the way of clothes, my bag still weighs 35 pounds.  Don’t think I will ever learn how to pack light.

Unlike other trips, we have done nothing to prepare for this one, except buy a map.  We could barely find the places we are going on it and cannot tell you where they are.  Pretty bad.  All I can tell you is that we are going to 4 different locations where few tourists visit.  We stay tonight near the airport at San Jose and then drive to our first lodge in a jungle an hour and a half north of San Jose.  Supposedly we will have wifi in three of the locations.  When I get on the plane, I will look up our itinerary and try to fill you in more.  I know some of you have been to Costa Rica and may be able to send comments telling us about your experiences.  That would make for fun reading, so I hope you do.

Need to board now.  More later.

Final thoughts on Africa 2016

September 4, 2016

Final Thoughts

First, I must correct my spelling error.  Several times I have referred to Likomo Island as Lipomo. Please accept the correction.

We are now on board United Emirates between Johannesburg and Dubai, an 8 hour leg, which will be followed by a 4 hour lay over in Dubai and 14 hours to SFO. Then the drive home. Don’t know how long I will be able to think clearly so am beginning this missive while I can.

Earlier today, Mark asked me what was my favorite part of this trip. I have been thinking about that and come to the conclusion that it was all great. Each place we visited was unique and special and everywhere people have been warm and friendly. When I asked Mark that question, he agreed. We continue to enjoy and appreciate every destination we visit. We double checked our count and have concluded that we have now visited 27 African countries of the 54 possibilities. We are hard pressed to come up with additional countries we can visit safely, except for Mozambique. Sad to think that half the African continent is reasonably unsafe to visit. With time and better governance, we hope that will change.

I am glad we went to Sudan first and got the extreme heat and heavy rain out of the way early. We are glad to have learned about the Nubians and their archeological history and seen many of the 130 different pyramids. Meeting and interacting with a nomad family was an unexpected and special treat. Having been to the source of both Nile rivers, it was fitting to see the convergence of the White and Blue Niles in Khartoum and nearly in flood stage at that. We barely got to experience the Souk, but enjoyed what we did see and appreciated the help we received from locals when the torrential rain nearly swamped the place.

Uganda was very special for us in many ways. To see all the many changes in the hospital, the nursing school and the Bata Development Project that have occurred in the last 14 years was exciting and inspires hope for continued improvements.  Mind boggling to imagine what the next 15 years will bring?  To get caught up in Scott’s attachment to the Batwa is just as infectious as it was on our first 2 trips in 2002 and 2004.  It was especially humbling and powerful to be able to make a real difference with the new hospital wing both for patients and for the medical and nursing staff.  We remember fondly our visit with Jonathan and our stay at Wild Waters and Clouds, which we would not have known about without his booking them for us. Finally, the beautiful drive through the Ugandan countryside to Rwanda.

Rwanda was a short visit, but a powerful one. Learning the details of the genocide and the way the people on both ethnicities have recovered.  They refer to themselves as Rwandans now, rather than as Hutus and Tutsis.  It is a great testament to their spirit, to pick up the pieces, forgive one another and move forward; not to forget, but to heal. I hope it is truly happening as our guide and the museum have stated. The capital city of Kigali was very impressive for the progress and modernization that have been accomplished; new businesses and many new housing units at all income levels.

What can I say about Zambia? It was wonderful to get back to bush lodges, game drives, watch animals live their lives, enjoy sundowners in the jungle; even our sleep out, which I would not repeat, unless I could be guaranteed a wind or sand free night, was a good experience to have had.  All the lodges and hosts were interesting and unique. It makes sense to visit several for the variety of settings, accommodations, birds and animals, staff and conditions. We even liked the walking safaris. Our most extraordinary siting has to be the buffalo kill. A terrible thrill. Then Mark caught a tiger fish and let it go, giving back life.  However, by the time we left Zambia, we knew we had had enough. We were both getting bored. Where, oh where, were those wild dogs?

Then Malawi, the sleeper. I had no expectations or knowledge about the country as I had not had time to delve into what to expect. But we thoroughly enjoyed every minute of every place we stayed, including our very brief night at the Latitude 15 Hotel in Lilongwe.  Stacey pulled out the stops in this country and we did way more than one would plan to do.  We stayed in three very different lodgings on Lake Malawi, each with a lot of character and attraction. We went for a sunset ride on a dhou, rode motorcycles, kayaked, sailed on a catamaran, road in old and new motorboats, did a good bit of bird watching and some snorkeling. Could have done more, but felt like being lazy. As luck, and maybe Stacey, would have it, we ended up in our favorite place of the whole trip, Kaya Mawa. Could have stayed there several more days.

After 2 years of planning and agonizing about weather my mother would survive until our return, we said good bye and went anyway, finally putting her in God’s hands.  Should have known that she would still be here and doing well.   The 40 days have flown by.   They have added up to a collection of very successful adventures providing us with many happy memories.  We are already finding ourselves mixing up the events, places and people.

Above all, we return home with even more certain knowledge that the USA is the best place in the world to call home. The main concept is FREEDOM.  We are blessed beyond understanding at our good fortune.   There is only limited freedom and dramatically reduced services in much of the world, including, and especially, the African nations we have visited on this trip and in trips past.  The worst problem as I see it is in the lack of careful, considerate, honest leadership.  A benign dictator is sometimes better that a dysfunctional democracy.   Meanwhile, there is a great deal of physical beauty everywhere we have visited, that by itself could easily qualify as a desirable home and people everywhere are generally good neighbors to each other.  If we could all live in the UCW – United Countries of the World – with good leadership, we could all live in freedom, harmony, good health and security. Such are my dreams.

Thank you for taking the time to read my posts.  Your comments kept me going.  I have never thought of myself as a writer.  Is there a new career lurking under the surface?  Maybe I will have to continue to travel to keep writing.  Not a bad thought.

God bless you all and happy travels,  even if only in your dreams,

Julia

 

We have had a wonderful trip and have met hundreds of  people. To look at us side by side you would think what different people we are but in the end we are all the same.  We go through our day trying to make our lives and those of our family just a little bit better.  They are building new houses and they are putting their kids through school. They get up in the morning and go to work too. So in the end we are more alike than appearances would suggest and I am so lucky to be able to meet these people. I think I am a better person for having the opportunity to meet the people that appear so much different than me.

Mark

Lipoma, Malawi – Homeward Bound

September 4, 2016

Sitting in the United Emirates Lounge in Johannesburg.  Yes, we flew two hours south to connect to a flight north.  Is costing us an extra four hours.  On the other hand, I have excellent wifi here.

A typical house on Lipoma Island.

A typical house on Lipoma Island.

Firewood for the party

Firewood for the party

Yesterday, our last day on Lipoma Island, Martin, a waiter at Kaya Mawa, offered to take us us to the wedding of a relative of his, to which we had been invited by Mike, the bar man, the night before.   Sounded like an interesting experience so we agreed to go.  He walked with us to insure we found the place.  Along the way we saw several homes and ran into 3 ladies carrying fire wood to cook food for the party.  Martin insisted we take photos of them.  At 8:30am we arrived  at the local village primary school, because termites had devoured the local Anglican church.

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We stayed about an hour at the service enjoying the dancing and singing and parading around the building.  We knew the activities were to go on all day, so we left to have some final free time.

I snorkeled around the islet outside our suite and spent a good bit if time studying the cichlids and their behavior.  Watched several males, protecting their territory and thought i spied a couple of nests.  Some of the fish have beautiful colorations.  After 45 minutes, however, my body is really cold and my feet start cramping.  Time to get out.

 

Meanwhile, Mark is sitting on our patio thoroughly engrossed in the black headed weavers, who were very busy building their nests.  They try to steal nest material from each others nest.

Black Headed Weaver getting a nest started

Black Headed Weaver getting a nest started

 

DSC_0024 (1)The builders must be very vigilant in protecting their new homes.  Our patio is a perfect spot to watch as there are palm trees next to the trees used for their nests.  Mark saw one weaver begin the process by making a knot with a strand onto a tiny limb and then take another strand and work it around to make a small circle.

Different Weaver, different nest

Different Weaver, different nest

They continuously strip a thread from different palm fronds, carry it to their nesting location and weave the strand around others already in place.  Several nests were in one stage or another and a few looked finished, although the owner continued to fuss and protect his turf.

The bride dancing in the dust as people throw money and dance with her to much merriment

The bride dancing in the dust as people throw money and dance with her to much merriment

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Catching the money being thrown.

Catching the money being thrown.

Notice the many different hair styles

Notice the many different hair styles

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then we had lunch and relaxed awhile before walking back to the wedding at about 4pm, where the party was in full swing.  It seemed like several villages, maybe 200 or more people, turned out in their best clothes and hair dos.

Members of the large bridal party- 8 little children in suits and white dresses and 16 teenagers also dressed up.

Members of the large bridal party- 8 little children in suits and white dresses and 16 teenagers also dressed up.

Two young gentlemen out for a good time.

Two young gentlemen out for a good time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Everyone looked fresh and clean.  They even smelled good, which has often not been the case.   The idea with the party is that people throw money at the bride to get her to dance.  The more money thrown, the more she dances.  We had been alerted to the concept and took a bunch of small money with us to get into the action.  She danced, but did not look too happy.  Either she wanted more money or she was very tired after so much folderol.  After all she had been dancing in the school/church since 8:30am.   As usual, we could not resist the children and took several photos of them, the bridal party and a couple of young, single men looking for some action.

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Good looking boys

Good looking boys

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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By 5pm, we were out of there.  The music was bad and very loud.  We walked back to our wonderful suite and relaxed over a drink and watched our last African sunset.  Dinner was very good again – mushroom risotto starter and tender stuffed chicken breast in a delicious sauce with snow peas and a sweet potato mash.  We have concluded the chef at Kaya Mawa is the best of all the chefs we have experienced.

This morning we were up early to go kayaking.  Had a lovely hour on the lake, which was mostly calm.  Then breakfast of eggs benedict and french toast.  I have acquired a very fat belly.  Will need to be religious to get my figure back in shape.  Our weather everywhere in Malawi has been near perfect.  Warm sunny days, not too hot and mostly cool evenings.  Am out of time at this airport.  Will try to finish at the layover in Dubai, if I can manage it.

Lipoma Island. Kaya Mawa is at the point on the right of the image.

Likoma Island. Kaya Mawa is at the point on the right of the image.

 

 

 

Malawi – Likoma Island, our final stop

 

 

malawi_mapSeptember 1, 2016

Sorry I was so hasty in sending the last post. The next morning, August 30, 2016, I remembered how to fix the formatting issue. Could have fixed it and sent it then. A function of being overtired. Hope you were able to read it anyway.  On the Malawi map, we started at Lilongwe, the capital in the south central part of the country and traveled east to the Cape Maclear area on the southwest side of the lake.  Pumulani and Mumbo Island are in the same general area.  then we flew north to Likoma Island, where you can spot a circle around it, separating it from Mozambique.  Lake Malawi is 1/5th the size of the country, which is about the same size as North Korea.

I left off wanting to tell you about the fish species called cichlidae (pronounced “sick-lid-ee”) that are endemic to Lake Malawi. They occur in other freshwater lakes in Africa, Central and South America and parts of Asia and are endemic wherever they occur. They are small perch-like fish, that very considerably in shape and color and are delightful to snorkel among. They are not fearful of us and will feed out of our hands when we have a piece of bread to crumble.

Cichlids from the surface.

Cichlids from the surface.

A colorful Cichlid catch

A colorful Cichlid catch still in the bottom of the fisherman’s boat.

After a thoroughly enjoyable snorkeling experience in a lagoon on a small, uninhabited island called West Thumbi, I looked them up in a fish book and learned that they have many unusual features including; complex reproductive habits, a highly developed facility for looking after their young and the potential to evolve very rapidly into an array of species capable of taking advantage of a wide variety of habitats and situations. The most notable of them is the algae-eating mbuna, a spectacularly colorful group of which 300 species are known from Lake Malawi alone. All Lake Malawi Cichlids, except one, are mouth-brooders. The mother carries 10-300 around in her mouth, depending on her size, until they are ready to fend for themselves. In most species, the male establishes a territory, that may be very small, into which he attempts to lure a female, and then defends it fiercely. Cichlids are exceptionally quick to mature, resulting in a very rapid turnover of generations. They also appear to have a genetically malleable anatomy with structures that readily modify over a relatively small number of generations. The explosive specification that has occurred among Africa’s cichlids is like Darwin’s finches amplified many times. Evidence suggests that cichlids have a unique capacity to erect non-physical barriers between emergent species. All this from “A Guide to the Fishes of Lake Malawi National Park”, by Digby Lewis, Peter Rental and Jasper Trendall, 1986.

Lake Malawi National Park boundaries. Pumulani is where the park meets the green area on the left side of the image

Lake Malawi National Park boundaries. Pumulani Lodge is where the park meets the green area on the left side of the image.  Mumbo Island is in the upper left corner

During a leisurely boat ride back to the lodge, we passed slowly by the fishing beach at Cape Maclear and then watched our boat driver throw small fish in the air to lure Fish Eagles out of the treetops to snatch then. He threw a lot of fish, but attracted only 2 Fish Eagles and one Kite. Back at Pumulani, we were served lunch on the beach. Mark and I hung out at the pool the rest of the afternoon and enjoyed a very good BBQ dinner. He went to bed and I worked until I crashed, as you know.

On the 31st, we were up early for our much anticipated adventure to Mumbo Island. Eddie picked us up and drove the bumpy, dirt road from the lodge until we hit pavement. There to meet us were 2 motorcycles and drivers whom he had arranged to drive us to Cape Maclear. Mark was very happy not to be riding on bicycle taxis we had been told to expect. Must admit, I was glad too. The motorcycles were more comfortable and faster. Our drivers spoke a bit of English and we had a few good laughs with them.

The motor cycle gang on the road to Cape Maclear.

The motor cycle gang on the road to Cape Maclear.

Half way to town, we stopped at a locally famous rock called “Rock of Tribal Face Scars”. The 10 meter high rock is crisscrossed with lines that the locals think were done by ancient ancestors. In fact, the incisions are a natural geological phenomenon created by uneven weathering. The boys, including Mark, got a kick out of climbing to the top, while I watched. Shortly, we were at the village of Chembe, next to Cape Maclear. We abandoned the motorcycles, while Eddie paid the drivers, and walked slowly through the village taking many photos of kids, people at work in their shops, market stalls and whatever attracted our attention. It was a delightful experience with most everyone we encountered.

Chembe village market

Chembe village market

Very few people said no to photos and those were all women. After passing through the business part of the village we passed through a residential area and encountered a variety of styles and conditions of houses from very basic to painted and well tended with gardens in front.

Children loving to be photographed

Children loving to be photographed

 

 

 

 

Mark has a new friend.

Mark has a new friend.

 

 

 

An old man in Chambo village

An old man in Chambo village

Eventually we arrived at the Cape Maclear beach. Eddie introduced us to the manager of Kayak Malawi that handled transfers, scuba diving and kayaking. He made us sign a waver and instructed us in the plan that had been arranged for us. We would kayak 5 kilometers to a point on a nearby island, where we would transfer to a catamaran ride to Mumbo Island, another 12 kilometers away. We could have kayaked all the way across open water to Mumbo, but were sure glad we opted not to do that.

We will be kayaking straight across the lake to the middle of the island in the distance.

We will be kayaking straight across the lake to the middle of the island in the distance.

Soon we were in our 2-man kayak with another kayaker beside us and a boat following. I wonder if they thought we were decrepit. It sure seemed like they did not expect us to manage the distance. However, we did it in less than the hour they said it would take. Mark was pretty uncomfortable as there was no back support, but he kept paddling. At the small beach where we met the catamaran, we jumped off the kayaks and were on the cat in a flash. We relaxed.

Enjoying the catamaran ride to Mumbo Island

Enjoying the catamaran ride to Mumbo Island

The cat crew served us a prepackaged lunch and off we headed for Mumbo Island, one of the famous Lake Malawi islands we had heard about. The breeze was very light so we motored most of the way, but did enjoy about half an hour of sailing before arriving at the small protected beach.

The attraction is being on a nearly deserted island in a cabin

A cabin at Mumbo Lodge

A cabin at Mumbo Lodge

literally built into the boulders and overhanging the lake. The one we were assigned was no exception. We walked up a long, narrow, elevated boardwalk over sand and water to an even smaller islet where our unit was situated over a rock precipice. It had a setting fit for a travel magazine cover including a small porch with 2 chairs and a hammock.

Over coffee we watched the Kayak Malawi boat flail around in the water and nearly sink a small row boat in the process. I wondered how we would manage the rough sea on the return trip to Cape Maclear. After bangers, beans and toast, we said goodbye to the camp host and went to sea in the pea green boat. The waves made good sized rollers, but no chop. By the time we approached the cape, the lake was flat. Another adventure survived with a smile, if not enthusiastically enjoyed.

The Mumbo islet our cabin is located

The Mumbo islet our cabin is located

It is now September 1 and we are getting close to the end of our trip. Eddie was at the dock to greet and deliver us us to the local airport, Club Makokola. We understood that we would have to fly to Lilongwe and then change planes to fly to our next and final stop, Likoma Island, midway up Lake Malawi. We were thrilled to learn that the pilot of the 210 was intending to fly us directly up lake to Likoma, saving a lot of time. Super news. We said good bye to Eddie and were off, flying over Mozambique most of the way and landing, an hour later on the isolated Malawian island, called Likoma. Although it belongs to Malawi, it is immediately adjacent to and surrounded by Mozambique and its part of the lake. When Africa was being carved up by the colonialists, the British wanted the island for a holiday retreat and so drew a circle around it and assigned it to Malawi.

Watching bamo being played in Chema. It is a popular game all over Africa

Watching bamo being played in Chema. It is a popular game all over Africa

Our suite at Kaya Mawa

Our suite at Kaya Mawa

There are 11,000 people on the island, an airstrip, an Anglican cathedral, a town and several villages and a few cars. Of the 18 million Malawians, 80% are Christian, mostly Protestant, Anglican and 7th Day Adventist. About 13% are muslim. Our last home on this trip is a place called Kaya Mawa that means “maybe tomorrow”. It is a 15 minute bumpy ride over dirt roads through palm, mango, fig and baobab trees; frangipani, plumeria and bougainvillea bushes and the small town. The facility is sublime and our room glorious, with all the conveniences we are used to and more. The space is painted in pastel colors that bring thoughts of the Mediterranean. It has an indoor/outdoor bathroom, a small plunge pool, outdoor lounge area and separate dining area overlooking the lake.

Lunch in our room at Kaya Mawa. Note pool in background.

Lunch in our room at Kaya Mawa. Note pool in background.

We are glad we chose Kaya Mawa as our last stop. There is a good sized bay with a grainy sand beach and generally calm water. Our first request was for a large green salad served in our suite. We enjoyed the place so much we did not leave until dinner, which was served on the beach by candlelight. Then we trundled back to the room and bed for a wind free sleep.

September 2, 2016

Coffee delivered at 6:30 and breakfast on the veranda overlooking the beach at 8. Lots of birds make music everywhere. Mark is identifying most of them so far and watching the weavers build  nests.  Very tedious process.  Only the males do the building and they quit work shortly afternoon.  Perhaps they take a siesta.  There is an especially cheeky, large pied crow, who barges right in for snacks and squawks loudly, almost like a screech.

About noon, I took a break from the blog and we went kayaking around the bay.  Too rough to venture further as the wind has not completely left us.  Had another delicious salad for lunch and am now finishing this message.  Hopefully, I will get one more off at an airport before returning home.  Meanwhile, here is a map Mark found for you to contemplate.

A map of Afric with the major other countries overlaid. Sure gives one a sense of scale.

A map of Afric with the major other countries overlaid. Sure gives one a sense of scale.

 

 

Lower Zambezi to Lake Malawi

August 27, 2016

Our tent at Sausage Tre Camp

Our tent at Sausage Tre Camp

Giant Kingfisher on the breakfast bar at Sausage Tree

Giant Kingfisher on the breakfast bar at Sausage Tree

This morning we slept in until 6:30, had breakfast at the railing again, then went for a lovely canoe ride/paddle down the Zambezi. I mostly rode with Richard paddling while I took photos of birds and scenery. Mark and Hastings paddled together. In what seemed like a short time we were at the place where the speed boat picked us up to return us to camp.

The distance was much longer than it seemed as the downstream drift went very quickly, at least 6-8 miles per hour, while the speed boat ride took quite a bit of time to bring us back to camp. Ashley met us at the dock to inform us that we would be picked up by boat and taken to lunch at noon. Another treat was in store. Back in the boat, Richard motored us to

Mark and Hastings canoeing on the Zambezi River.

Mark and Hastings canoeing on the Zambezi River.

a water covered sand bar about a mile downriver, where three staff had set up a sunshade, and laid out a table, chairs, linens, flatware and glasses. On a second table was a bar setup with a pitcher of premixed Pimm’s cocktail. We were served piping hot chicken pot pie, green salad, mixed rice and warm bread. We happily ate it all and the chocolate parfait they served for dessert as well. Many years ago we had had similar experiences on the Zambezi when we were on a 5-day canoe trip on the Zimbabwe side of the river. Then, however, there were no linens and no sun shade and we carried our lunch with us. Such delicious luxury this is.

Luxurious lunch on a wet sand bar

Luxurious lunch on a wet sand bar

This afternoon we again passed on any activities. We have had plenty of excitement. Ashley and her husband, Yuri, the co-management team at Sausage Tree invited us to join them for dinner at 8. We accepted. For the rest of the afternoon, Mark read and napped and I worked on the blog as best I could with snail internet service. It takes ages to upload even one photo and half the time an error message pops up before it is finished and I have to start over. I finally gave up and hung out with Mark until dinner.   I thought these elephant images were interesting enough to include them here even though they taken a day earlier on the game drive.

Elephant grazing on tree leaves

Elephant grazing on tree leaves

Odd to see an elephant's front teeth

Odd to see an elephant’s front teeth

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yuri and Ashley saying good bye. Sausage Tree dining hall and veranda in background

Yuri and Ashley saying good bye. Sausage Tree dining hall and veranda are in the background.  Zambezi River is behind them.                                                           Yuri and Ashley were good conversationalists and we talked a lot about their history. Ashley is multi-generational Zambian, although she looks and talks like her British ancestors. She considers Zambia her country even though she does not have Zambian citizenship. She has the same mentality as other Africans that we spoke with, including John and Julius, who feel responsible for any less fortunate relatives, including distant cousins. If a cousin asks you for help, and you have the money, you must help them even if it means your own children may not have enough for their education. We found this true with every African we asked. It is not surprising that so few Africans get ahead financially. Their sense of responsibility overrides any other need. Both John and Julius said they would be called “bad men” if they did not help when asked, regardless of their personal dreams and plans. Because they had good jobs, they  were considered to be well off. Both men were more concerned about being called “bad men” than with giving up some money.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yuri, on the other hand,  is white South African and has even older ancestors there. He, however, has little sense of responsibility toward the larger family. If he has funds to spare then he will help, otherwise he prefers to save for his own needs and those of his immediate family. There is no stigma about being bad if you do not help distant cousins. Much more western attitude. They have still in their 20’s and married less than a year. They love being camp managers, especially in such a nice facility as Sausage Tree. We studied the stars for awhile, with Yuri pointing out the Southern Cross and Scorpio, then we were off to bed.

August 28, 2016

One last breakfast at the bar overlooking the river and we were off on a boat ride upriver in the party barge to look for birds and fish. Saw nothing new in the way of birds, so decided to try our luck at fishing. While I practiced my casting, rarely getting the correct wrist action to cast very far,

Mark with his 4 kilo tiger fish

Mark dropped a line in the water and left the pole alone. Sure enough, he got a bite and had a good fight pulling in the tiger fish. It was difficult getting the hook out of his piranha-like mouth, but at last Richard got the weighing gadget on it, Mark held it up and I photographed him with it. All of 4 kgs. Then, as required in the National Park, we let him go. We drifted back to camp, feeling like we had had a successful morning. We took one last shower, finished packing and had lunch. After lunch we said good bye to Ashley and Yuri, jumped into the speed boat and retraced our path 30 minutes to the unmarked spot where the Ford truck is stored under a canopy and drove another 15 minutes to the Jeti strip, where a mixmaster plane was waiting for us. The plane ride was another 30 minutes back to Lusaka. There we learned that the scheduled flight was waiting for us and would we hurry up, even though we were not late according to the schedule. Once we were all on the full plane, it took off 15 minutes early. The plane was very cramped and hot, but the flight lasted only 1.5 hours and landed in Lilongwe, Malawi.

 

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Welcome to Milawi. We have just arrived in our 26th African country. Our guide, Eddie, was waiting with a Suzuki suv to take us to Kimballi Lodge in the outskirts of Lilongwe. The drive was 45 minutes mostly in the dark. Many buildings were not lit and only a few street lights. Eddie told us the country did not have enough electricity and rolling blackouts occurred everywhere except on the street where the president lived. Wouldn’t you know, our lodge was also on the same street, so we had power until after we went to bed.

August 29, 2016

It wasn’t until after breakfast the next morning that we saw the scenery where we were staying and began to learn about Malawi. We were at a country inn on a very large dairy farm with pleasant grass and tree covered grounds around the inn, separated from the cows and paddocks by a green hedge. On a walk about, I met the owner of the property, Guy Pickering, who told me he had 600+ hectares and kept 100 cow calf units, 140 sheep and 150 goats along with a very large vegetable garden. He employs 300 people and is doing well except for the effects of a 4 year drought the whole area is suffering.  The population of the Malawi is 18 million, more than double what it was a few years ago and way too many for the land to absorb, according to Guy.  He says he stays away from politics, but he sure has strong opinions about our government, as well as his own. He is in favor of Trump. Wants to see a shake up in global politics. Fortunately, I had to leave just then as Eddie arrived with the car. He did tell me that Madona stays at his Inn every time she comes, which is once a year. He seemed proud of that.

Then we began our 4+ hour drive from Lilongwe to Pumulani Lodge on Lake Malawi. Eddie drove us through part of the city, which has 250,000 people in a hugely spread out area. Few high rises, built mostly by Chinese investors.

World War I and II Memorial, with first President, Hastings Banda

World War I and II Memorial, with first President, Hastings Banda

Birdseye view of Lilongwe, capital of Malawi

Birdseye view of Lilongwe, capital of Malawi

At my request for a good view of the area, he took us to the World War’s I and II Memorial with a statue of the first Malawian president and long time dictator, Hastings Banda. The guardian opened up the place and walked us up the 130 steps and ladders to the top. A bit uncomfortable, I was happy to let Mark take the photos, while I sat on the edge with the wind blowing furiously. The view was not worth the trip, BUT it was an adventure, so no complaints.

THe two common ways of getting around are bicycling and walking. Most do not have cars.

THe two common ways of getting around are bicycling and walking. Most do not have cars.

Markets are local and open air

Markets are local and open air

 

 

 

 

Back in the car we slowed down for me to take pictures of locals walking on the roadside, marketing their wares, visiting and doing what people do who have no vehicles and must walk everywhere and transport their goods on their heads.

A typical village. Everyone must be at the market

A typical village. Everyone must be at the market

Wash day at the river

Wash day at the river

Eddie said the people do not like tourists to take pictures of them as they think we will sell the photos to make money.  I had to snap quickly as Eddie did not want to stop or slow down much. We have not had this experience in the recent past and were surprised, until Mark looked up the information that Malowi is the 8th (221 out of 228) poorest country in the world. Almost at the bottom of the list. As he talked, we learned that he is not particularly happy with his lot in life, unlike the other guides and drivers we have had on this trip. He is 35 and has a wife and 4 children.

Finally, the 4 hour drive having dragged on for 5 hours, we arrived at Pumuloni Lodge. We said good bye to Eddie for two days, and met the lodge managers, Josh, from South African and Crystal, from France. Crystal escorted us to our sod covered house.

Inside our long and thin, sod covered house. There are 16 like it in the facility

Inside our long and thin, sod covered house. There are 16 like it in the facility

Long and thin, every room has a full glass view of the wooded hillside and the lake. The entrance gives way to the living room, which gives way to the huge bathroom followed by the bedroom. The place has air conditioning, full time electricity, very hot and cold running water and a coffee service. There is a public, infinity swimming pool overlooking Lake Malawi, a large fire pit, outdoor veranda and dining area AND fairly decent WiFi service at the bar.

At 4:30 all 6 of us guests went out on the lake for a sunset ride on the resident dhow. Unfortunately, the sail was not put up and the motor was on the whole time. Not the slightest bit romantic, we passed the time visiting with the British family of 4 with 2 nearly adult teenagers. Later, cleaned up for dinner, we enjoyed a lovely meal of curried lamb. I did manage to get a post off before bed.

August 30, 2016

Ant Lion larvae

Ant Lion larvae

Ant Lion hole-about an inch in diameter

Ant Lion hole-about an inch in diameter

During our early morning bird walk, we saw only  a few birds, but I was taken with the Antlion. It is a tiny insect you may not know.  It is in the larvea stage until it eats enough to pupate, which can take many months to years.  During the dormant time it traps ants in its hole and eats them.  The bigger the hole, the hungrier the antlion.  It is like a lion to the ant, who is unable to get away as the lion kicks sand onto it until it tires and quits trying to get away.   When it finally pupates, it transforms into a dragonfly like creature looking to mate. As an adult it can live about 25 days, but is rarely seen as it flies at dusk or in the evening.  If you take a thin twig and stick it gently in the hole, the lion will move and you can see it and pick it up as our guide did.  In the image on the right it is on the sunny edge of the hole where we dropped it.

After the walk, which lasted about a hour and ended up back at the Lodge, we had breakfast and then joined the British family for a speedboat ride to the back side of a nearby island where we could snorkel in a protected area.  The water was cool, but not cold and the fish were wonderful to behold.  We learned that there are more different fish in Lake Malawi than any other lake in the world and that the same can be said for the variety of fish in Lake Victoria and Lake Tanganyika as well.   Each has more different fish than any other lake including each other.  Go figure.

Anyway, you will have to wait for more about the fish.  It is late and I am tired and I see that the formatting has gone weird.  No idea how to fix it.

Tomorrow we leave Pumulani for Mambo Island, where we will have no electricity.  Hopefully, we will have wifi at our last stop before returning home and I will be able to complete this saga.

 

Zambia – South Luongwa to Lower Zambezi

August 25, 2016

Last night’s game drive netted the same lions as the morning drive plus an unexpected new male, also with a full mane on our side of the river. The lone young female stood staring forlornly at her family across the river. Julius thinks the pride has not come across to rescue her because they are afraid of the males, who could kill their young and mate with them. It is unusual to see 4 males so close together, especially two large one. As we drove away from them, the two large ones sat about 300 yards apart intently watching each other, while the young female walked slowly way from the river. She is a sub-adult with no hunting skills. What a dilemma for them all. And we think we have problems.

Later on we got a fleeting glimpse of a female leopard on the prowl. We could not find her in the thick brush and gave up looking. After our sundowner stop, we continued driving. Julius and Bottle finally spotted her. We followed for awhile, weaving in and around the bushes until it was quite dark and Julius thought we should let her hunt in peace. I imagine our spot and car lights can be pretty distracting. We saw nothing else of interest except a lone, very mangy hyena, also on the prowl.

Hyena on the prowl

Hyena on the prowl

After another pleasant, but unremarkable dinner, we retired to pack and get a good night’s sleep in a good bed with no wind or sand. Success. This morning we both feel fully rested and ready to move south to Lower Zambezi National Park. Breakfast and good byes to the staff are followed by our outbound game drive with Charles, who had provided a super experience when we arrived in the park. And a lucky drive this last one was. First we spotted a solo hyena in the lovely morning light and then three more relaxing together.  We usually see them only in the evening or after dark and on the move. Then, as we passed by a very large and beautiful tree in an open meadow, Charles spotted a leopard laying high up on a branch and the remains of an impala on a nearby limb. What a super photo opportunity.

Leopard and impala in a tree.

Leopard and impala in a tree.

THe leopard is not asleep.

She may be relaxed, but her eyes were on us.

We both took lots of images and hope a couple turn out. This was a memorable end to our 6 days and 5 nights in South Luangwa National Park. Our final count was 43 lion, 4 leopard, 6 hyena, 2 monitor lizards and 1 aardvark plus all the other animals found in abundance. Absent from our list were wild dog, honey badger and chameleon. We still have a chance at the next park.

At Lusaka airport we finally had internet for two hours. I had just enough time to answer some email and send the Rwanda post, although it was missing some photos I planned to send. Our flight to a place called Jeki, on the lower Zambezi River was a treat too. We were the only passengers on an old and tired Britten-Norman Islander and the pilot let me take the right seat for the 35 minute flight. We had a bumpy ride with a headwind, but still fun for us. The south central part of Zambia was very hilly, tree covered and uninhabited. As we passed over the escarpment, the Zambezi River valley came into full view. No wonder all the people and animals are here with so much greenery and water. It looks a bit like Palm Desert with flat terrain, sand and palm trees surrounded by hills. We landed on a short dirt strip with nothing but our vehicle to greet us. It reminded us of the Clarke ranch.

A red tailed monkey. Luck shot this was.

A red tailed monkey. Luck shot this wa

Our transport was a Ford 150 truck with the top cut off. In 10 minutes we were at the river and got into a T-Craft speed boat for the 35 minute ride upriver to Sausage Tree Camp, deep in South Zambezi National Park. We were met by the assistant camp manager, Ashley, and Richard, our new guide.

Male water buck sparing-for practice or for real? Hmm

Male water buck sparing-for practice or for real? Hmm

 

 

Our accommodations were way beyond our expectations, thanks, we are sure, to our agent, Stacey. It was a modern 5-star apartment under a tent in the jungle, complete with our own plunge pool, dining room and outdoor shower. We considered not leaving the suite, but were drawn out by the afternoon game drive in one of the camp’s Land Cruisers. The drive was pleasant, but netted us only one new animal, two porcupine in full needle. There seems to be fewer animals than in South Luangwa Park, with the exception of elephant.

Ellis facing off with a hippo trying to get to the river.

Ellis facing off with a hippo trying to get to the river.

Richard told us there are well over 1000 elle’s in the Lower Zambezi with plenty of food to sustain them. On the way back in the dark, we saw some lights and wondered what they wer

A nice eye to eye close up.

A nice eye to eye close up.

A charming youngster passes by

A charming youngster passes by

To put us off, Richard said they were from a different camp. Shortly, we came to a sudden stop at the edge of the lights and realized the whole camp staff was there to greet us with cold towels, drinks and a long table set for a banquet. The other 4 guests arrived at the same time and we all sat down to delicious hot African ground nut soup and buffet BBQ. It is so much fun to have wonderful surprises. The atmosphere was quite convivial.

Hippo fighting for supremacy with the ladies

Hippos fighting for supremacy with the ladies

By bedtime at 9:30, we had had a game drive out of South Luangwa, a commercial flight to Lusaka, a private/commercial flight from there to Jeki, a boat ride up the Zambezi, a game drive around the Sausage Tree area and an unexpected dinner in the bush.

August 26, 2016

This morning we had 6am breakfast at the railing, overlooking the river, while watching a resident Giant Kingfisher and hippo. Having had a good experience on our walking safari in Luangwa, we opted for another here. We drove a short distance and then walked to a very large water hyacinth-choked watering hole and experienced a feast of birds and a few crocs. Our favorites included the Saddle-billed Stork, African Jacana, Goliath Heron, Squacco Heron, Glossy, Sacred and Hadeda Ibis and White-faced Whistling Geese.

A stork

A Saddle Billed Stork

Blacksmith Lapwing

Blacksmith Lapwing

Yellow billed stork in flight. another lucky shot

Yellow Billed Stork in flight. Another lucky shot

Truth is we like anything we can correctly identify without help. Then we continued walking and observed more of the same poop and foot prints. Saw a number of baboon, impala, wart hogs, bush buck and several elephant. Our best sighting was a pair of Giant Eagle Owls high in a tree.

Giant Eagle Owl

Giant Eagle Owl

One flew off, but I took some photos of the other one. Wish we had a longer lens at times like this, but we did not want to carry the extra weight. Back in the vehicle, after having completed a loop on foot, Richard added a game drive to the walk. We saw a few more birds, but nothing unusual. Time to quit. We decided to have no activities during the afternoon. Mark wanted to read and nap by the pool at our suite and I wanted to work on the blog. I learned that internet was available on a limited basis, so I took advantage of the opportunity to complete a post and send it off. Very slow process with low speed internet. Not sure when I will get caught up. At 8pm we enjoyed a quiet dinner for two on the camp veranda and went to bed.