And don’t forget the lemon and ice! With that advice ringing in my ear,
I stepped out of the car and headed to my new job in the depths of the
Zambian bush. I was only eighteen years old, full of confidence. Nothing
bothered me or made me scared to be out in the bush all alone, with
people I hardly knew! With a few safari tips up my sleeves…how hard
could it possibly be? For the next two months I would be helping to run
a small bush camp in the South Luangwa National Park.
I learned new things every day from the wonderful people I got to
know and work with until the season closed. I speak the local language
so easily got on with all the Zambians that I worked with on a daily
They taught me so many tricks of the trade for example: for how to
stop elephants from eating the grass off my roof top, they told me to
tie empty tin cans on a rope and hang them around the thatch because
elephants hate the sound that the cans made ( and it really worked).
Things really swing into action when guests go out on their early
morning game drive or walk. Camp instantly becomes a hive of activity:
rooms are made-up , breakfast prepped, and the day’s bread and cakes
placed in the oven; clothes are washed, water pumped, lamps cleaned
and guests’ camera-batteries charged. By the end of another long and
busy safari day sunset reclaims its peace. The dinner table is set in wait
for the returning night drive.
Camp managers are one of a kind, dealing with honey badgers and
monkeys in camp while shepherding guests behind the bar because the
resident bull decided to walk through the dining room – ‘’MIND THE
A very big thank you for the exposure and the wonderful opportunity
given to me to work at this beautiful camp deep inside the South
Luangwa National Park.