Proof that even a total camera spaz can learn to take good photos… a pictorial round-up of Africa

*Here is a selection of my favourite photos I took in Africa, interspersed with the story about how I got better as I went along* As some of you may already have read, I arrived in Africa seven weeks ago with a fat Canon camera that I had no idea how to use. Frankly, it scared … More Proof that even a total camera spaz can learn to take good photos… a pictorial round-up of Africa

Riding a horse who escaped President Mugabe, one of history’s most dickish dictators

The other day, I rode a horse into the sea. This beast has an amazing story, which is part of an even bigger story. In 2002, he was one of 104 horses who were led on a mass-migration from Zimbabwe down to Mozambique by a couple, Pat and Mandy Retzlaff, whose farm was seized from them … More Riding a horse who escaped President Mugabe, one of history’s most dickish dictators

What it feels like to go on a honeymoon BY YOURSELF

Every day I think Africa surely can’t get any better. And then it does. My final few days have been spent on Benguerra Island in Mozambique, at a beach paradise resort called Azura. Not a single other guest here is NOT on their honeymoon. Literally, not exaggerating, not a single one of them (except for … More What it feels like to go on a honeymoon BY YOURSELF

Scuba diving, mangroves, and a midnight beach visit – all squished into 24 hours

I only had one day really at Machangulo Beach Lodge, but their manager Jelly (is this his real name? I don’t know) made sure it was a good one. After the first lie-in I’d had in weeks, and a spot of tappety-tap-tap on my laptop, he dunked me into the pool for a private refresher … More Scuba diving, mangroves, and a midnight beach visit – all squished into 24 hours

Entering… Mozambique

I landed in Mozambique, at Maputo International Airport, and the immigration officer, let’s call him John, wouldn’t let me enter the country. Excellent start. As I approached him and handed him my passport with a smile, he threw me back a repulsed lingering glance. Fair enough. Maybe he was in a bad mood. John then flicked … More Entering… Mozambique