Why Zim might just offer Africa’s best safari experience
In what seemed like overnight, my two sons became galumphing male teens who suddenly declared themselves “over” Mallorca after 15 years there.
AS a child, the ultimate treat was a day out to Knowsley Safari Park, a mere mile from my Merseyside home. However, it being the 70s and us not having a car, we would have to wait for four-wheeled visitors to take us. It usually ended with them driving off in a huff minus their windscreen wipers that had inevitably been pulled off by the mischievous inhabitants of the monkey enclosure.
Fast forward 40 years and I’m sitting in a jeep in the middle of a dusty African plain watching a huge family of baboons at dusk. There are old guys lazily scratching themselves and mums with teeny babies clinging to their bellies, all noisily cracking open nuts and play-fighting against a blood orange sky. None of them are interested in our wipers.
It comes as no surprise that gazing upon this magical scene of wild animals in their natural environment trumped my memory of baboons’ multi-coloured bottoms in a large field on a drizzly Sunday afternoon. But until this summer these rare days out — plus an obsession with the kid’s TV series Daktari (you need to be a 50-something to remember Clarence the cross-eyed lion) — had been my only safari experiences.
In what seemed like overnight, my two sons became galumphing male teens who suddenly declared themselves “over” Mallorca after 15 years there. Combined with the bitter-sweet thought that we wouldn’t have many more family holidays — as our eldest is turning 18 — we decided a safari adventure was the solution.
Now, safaris don’t come cheap, so we needed to tick all the boxes. Zimbabwe was the country that kept being name-checked as the ultimate African experience, despite the somewhat unsavoury reputation it acquired in the long years of Robert Mugabe’s rule.
As it turned out, we were going to be there for polling day in the first post-Mugabe elections and would witness first-hand the enthusiasm and hope with which Zimbabweans greeted the new political dawn. Our 10-day adventure began with two nights at the Victoria Falls Safari club, a 20-room boutique hotel in the north-west, bordering Zambia. On the smart central guest decking, overlooking two watering holes, our first introduction to the wildlife was spotting a family of warthogs rolling in mud.
This was a mere animal canapé. Later that evening we cruised down the Zambezi River and as we munched mini beef wellingtons drank rosé, the big boys appeared in the form of four elephants, five giraffes, and three splashing hippos. I may or may not have squealed with joy at those first sightings.
The squealing continued the next morning when we took a helicopter ride over the mighty Victoria Falls. Named by David Livingstone in 1855 in honour of our queen, they are one of the seven wonders of the natural world. At around £150 a head, I did question the value of our brief ride. But hovering over the thundering waterfalls is 13 minutes I will never forget. Judging by the awestruck expressions on the faces of my husband and our boys, nor will they.
Back at the Safari Club we bagged the sofas next to the telescope and took high tea overlooking the waterhole and being entertained by a crowd of mongoose fighting like teen louts.
The next day brought a new adventure as we were driven an hour to our next destination of Matetsi Victoria Falls, right on the banks of the roaring Zambezi. There was something of the surreal about arriving to find a very British lunch of chicken and Eton Mess being served, while watching hippos casually float by, ears twitching.
We were accompanied by a staff member to our lodge and for good reason. On our doorstep was a huge dollop of dung and outside, next to our private plunge pool, a freshly felled tree. An elephant had pulled it down the night before to gorge on fruit from its branches (before being caught short). Eek!
Inside, our spacious two-bedroomed lodge was an oasis of modernism meets tradition with quartz carpet, circular free-standing tubs and Nguini Cow Hides. The beds were the size of an elephant and swathed in tasteful mosquito nets.
After being served tea and orange cake, came our first game drive. Jumping into a jeep with our guide Mangezo, we saw elephants guzzling from a waterhole, giraffes and their babies munching from treetops and herds of zebra that look totally out of place.
As night fell, our guide shone a spotlight that picked up the shiny eyes of hyenas preparing to hunt. The highlight was being charged by an enormous elephant as we crossed his path. He trumpeted (an ear-shattering experience in itself), flapped his huge ears and broke into a canter, chasing the back of the jeep. We were beside ourselves, like kids on a ghost train.
Beware — it gets so hot in the day that it’s a shock once the sun sets at 6pm, like going from an oven to a deep freeze at the flick of a switch. Despite advice to “dress like an onion”, we didn’t layer up enough and froze, enveloping ourselves in the blankets provided. It was a cold hard lesson and from then on I wore layers of T-shirts plus fleece and scarf over tracksuit pants.
Matetsi offers twice-daily game drives that can last up to four hours (yes, you’ll need to wee behind a bush). As the sun sets, the driver parks up and from nowhere appears a table laden with G&T, hot chocolate and bowls of snacks. ◆ Real the full article on www.herald.co.zw