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That was exciting… our final photo safari of 2025 proved to be quite the carnival of thrilling night photography and spectacular daylight air shows, thrown in to keep the adrenaline pumping. We couldn’t have wished for a more high-octane finish...
It’s in the stillness of a Zululand dawn (that’s why we set our alarms at silly o’clock) when a spotted hyena ends her nightly rounds standing sentinel on a hilltop plateau. It’s when a lioness waits on a rise at...
How do we roll on Zimanga?  That’s easy. It’s a game of hide and seek. When we’re not concealed in hides on southern Africa’s dedicated photo blinds reserve, a champion of low-level wildlife photography, we’re heading out on drives in...
Rosettes are for prize-winners. The newly-launched Pangolin Voyager Houseboat, swanky and stylish with room to swing a big cat both in the cabins and the communal areas is surely going to garner tourism awards. All that va va voom, plus its...
Sharp as gemstone. Tough as tempered steel. What’s it like to have the eyes of a leopard looking right through the camera at you?  Or to focus on the sleek frame of a leopard wading across a river at nightfall...
In a dry land rubbled with stones, the starved fingers of thornbushes point the way to a secret that slices through the barren wilderness like a scar. Leopard river. The place is guarded by mighty Mashatu trees, gnarled sentinels with...
Dark galaxies spinning, an impressionist painter’s palette, green soup seasoned with Himalayan salt plus swirls of cream, pink sprinkles across a frosted cake, a mad chart-maker’s take on exotic new territories… this is how you constantly compute the changing vistas...
Not all tall stories are fake news. A case in point – our second visit to Zimanga in 2024 – when the world’s tallest land mammal gifted our guests with some singular photographic moments. Stand-out had to be the emotional,...
The river keeps a rhythm. We bend to its beat. Each day at sunrise we head out on our adapted photo boat – a bundled row of excited photographers; senses sharpened by the chill crispness and muted palette of a...
One thirty in the morning. Rubbing the eyes. Mind drifting from the task in hand. Must keep watching. Drifting off again. What’s that? A ghost. A white shadow-creature on all fours appears in the gloom just beyond the light. What...