I would love to say that four decades of guiding people through the wilds of Africa has granted me deep insight of how everything in nature slots neatly together, as if in some giant interlocking jigsaw puzzle, and that I will reveal all in this blog so that you will have an epiphany and run naked through your apple orchard shouting Eureka! Sadly, that’s not going to happen.

My modest ambition is to make you belly laugh at some of the unwise experiences that I have bumbled into as well as weep with utter joy when I escaped some troubling life-threatening incidents – a number of which go with the territory and others that could have been avoided with a touch more caution.

Having survived thus far I presume enough experience to feel that I can help you not to get yourself into compromising situations in the bush and, if you don’t listen to me and you do find yourself lost or broken down in a remote area, I will give you ways to get out alive – if you will but pay attention.  

It is a tiny percentage of visitors to Africa who need to learn survival skills to return home. The vast majority are pampered from the moment their airline jet touches rubber on African soil, to the time it finally lifts off again taking safari leavers who are either ecstatic from their experience or left feeling a bit flat because it didn’t deliver what they hoped. A safari should be a positive, even life-changing experience, but it will only be so if you choose the right type to suit who you are. There are so many different options out there that cater for age groups, budgets, comfort levels, time available, interests and a whole range of other motivations. I will try to help you choose the style of safari that sees you going home with a slightly giddy, self-satisfied grin.

I did have the opportunity while submersed in the bush to contemplate how everything fits together and I will muse with you, if you allow me. If you feel a headache coming on, then feel free to look at some pretty pictures to regain your balance.