Mad Madagascar!!!
After searching every inch of the Kirindy Forest for Madagascar's rarest predator,the Fossa, here he is sleeping in the middle of the road. ....ah Madagascar, a mission in every sense of the word.
Phinda, South Africa
There is no where I feel more comfortable than in the African bush. It is mornings like these when we stop for tea that I can just breathe and then feel it in my soul.
I SPEAK OF AFRICA
“I have had over one hundred sleeps in Africa amongst the winter thorns and marula trees and more now than ever do I feel compelled to tell the stories of this vanishing Eden. I am not sure if we could ever prepare ourselves to lose the battle on protecting our world’s wildlife. If we do, it will take with it, the most humane part of us. We can no longer turn away from a situation we have created. We can never look to anyone, but ourselves, and ask why has this been taken from us. So from this point on, I would think, we will either find or lose our souls.” -Robyn Gianni
Good Morning Cheetah!
Early hours of the morning before the temperature rises to an untolerable 44 degree celsius, I find myself in the company of the world's fastest land animal collecting shade. Relaxed and undisturbed by the sounds of the engine, they reluctantly sit up to see who has entered their territory. Have driven by this same tree twice, to and from camp, they go undetected in warm tones of the savannah. Their bodies lie flat as pancakes in the tall grass and they will rise to honor you only if they choose to, as they contemplate chasing the next unsuspecting impala to it's death.