Leopards. Elusive and solitary. The ultimate goal of any safari-goer. Most are lucky to see one. I have seen seven. In only fifteen months. Surely my luck with leopards has a greater meaning in my life…?
Ever wondered what it’s like to be an African village woman? Read on for fictional account of a typical Africa village woman, based on my observations and conversations, with accompanying shots taken from the central mountainous region of Malawi.
Travel isn’t always wonderful. Sometimes, it’s not amazing or awe-inspiring or any of the other synonyms listed in my thesaurus. Sometimes it’s just plain ok. Malawi reminded me of this, but it also reminded me that travel brings gifts in the most surprising of places.
I hadn’t seen an elephant in months, and it was killing me. I craved their trumpeting sound, their majestic ears, and the grand presence. We headed to Malawi’s Vwaza Marsh to break the elephant dry spell. It did, but not in the way I had expected.
We followed in the footsteps of David Livingstone along Lake Malawi and the lush hilltop town of Livingstonia. It taught me a lot about missionaries, slavery, and the legacy of a great explorer.