We had to leave Waterberry Lodge
at 10:30am to get to Livingstone for our flight to Lusaka and on to Mfuwe, so we
decided to get up for the 6:30am bird walk and very good it was too. The first lodge had given us little booklets
of birds and mammals in the area and Ian has become quite zealous in ticking
them off. He’s also very good at
remembering them when it comes to identifying my photos, although, as I find
birds particularly hard, I haven’t taken very many. I decided not to take the camera on this occasion as the light levels would be low and the birds just silhouettes in trees - bit of a mistake really as there were quite a few ground feeders I could have photographed.
The flight to Lusaka was on
the smallest plane we’ve ever been on, just 21 seats and a propeller job, so
all our luggage was religiously weighed when we checked in. We knew in advance of the 5kg each hand
luggage limit so had practised at home the best way of getting all essential
photographic and computer equipment in our bag.
By shoving several lenses into pockets and hanging a camera around my
neck, we scraped in at 9.6kg. We were
the last to board and pleased to be as there were no overhead lockers; all bags
being chucked in one cupboard at the back of the plane, and being last ours was
on top. We were worried about those
behind us getting off first and our bag being buried under a weighty mound, but
when we explained our concerns to the stewardess she kindly got our bag out
first.
The wait at Lusaka was only about
1 ½ hours and this time the plane was considerably larger and there was no
problem with the bag; I think Pro Flight
tailor the plane to suit the bookings.
Another advantage of the bigger plane was a 40 mins journey instead of the estimated 1hr 10mins so we got to Mfuwe earlier than expected. A driver from Kafunta Lodge was waiting to meet us and in a rather battered old minibus drove us the 20kms to the lodge, half of the journey on a tarmac road and the remainder on dirt tracks.
Another advantage of the bigger plane was a 40 mins journey instead of the estimated 1hr 10mins so we got to Mfuwe earlier than expected. A driver from Kafunta Lodge was waiting to meet us and in a rather battered old minibus drove us the 20kms to the lodge, half of the journey on a tarmac road and the remainder on dirt tracks.
But what a place!!!!!!!!!!!!
Situated overlooking the Luangwa
River flood plain it is absolute paradise and our chalet was amazing.
Wood construction with thatched
roof, the sleeping area was huge, the bathroom vast and on top of that we had
an upstairs balcony open to the elements with a bed so we could sleep outside
if we wanted. Oh, and a deck with
table/chairs and a swing hammock.
It was around 6ish when we arrived and the rest of the camp were out on afternoon safari, so we enjoyed a bit of a rest, drink and relax until dinner. Whereas at Muchenje we’d all sat at one/two big tables, this is slightly more formal and each 6 in a truck are seated on one table with their driver/guide acting as table host. It was nice to meet the people we were going to spend the next day with; veteran safari-ists Keith and Julie from Somerset and Marcus and Kristen from Switzerland both very interesting pairs.
It was around 6ish when we arrived and the rest of the camp were out on afternoon safari, so we enjoyed a bit of a rest, drink and relax until dinner. Whereas at Muchenje we’d all sat at one/two big tables, this is slightly more formal and each 6 in a truck are seated on one table with their driver/guide acting as table host. It was nice to meet the people we were going to spend the next day with; veteran safari-ists Keith and Julie from Somerset and Marcus and Kristen from Switzerland both very interesting pairs.
It's considerably hotter here than
it was in either Chobe or Livingstone and, for me, the sight of the waiters
wearing black and white seems quite incongruous. Dinner wasn’t particular to my taste but
nevertheless it was beautifully cooked and presented.
Being situated in the National
Park, the chance of wild animals walking into camp is very real and more so after
dark so we had to be escorted to our chalet by an armed guard and we were given
strict instructions not to leave it during the night; in an emergency we should
blow a whistle.