We have a couple of days in Harare before setting off for Mana. We are based yet again at the tranquil York Lodge and have a packed programme. First to see mum’s dear friend Jane Soper, a Zimbabwean she/we knew from Nairobi days. I want to give her a copy of The Boy from Boskovice so we have hired a driver for the afternoon to take us there, via various abortive shopping forays, and thence to a book launch.
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Getting ready to hunt
This must be my 9th visit to Mana and I never tire of it. Growing up in Tanganyika (yes, that’s what it was called when I was little!), one of my happiest memories is going to Mikumi game park with my Dad, and camping in ancient tents on rickety old canvas beds, with a long drop, canvas basin and no shower! Dad and I would drive around the park, getting up at the crack of dawn and he would make a fire and cook eggs, bacon and fried bread. Heaven. Continue reading
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