Kasungu National Park, Malawi

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This is the view from the little chalet I am staying in at the abandonded camping site used by Liliongwe Wildlife Trust’s research teams (Primate release and Carnivores) at Kasungu. It’s 5 in the morning right now so it looks a bit different – through the mist rising off the dambo I can see the first glow of dawn outlining the woods across the water. Its very quiet, even the Hippos, usually a noisy lot, are quiet and birds have just started a few tentative chirps. But internet connectivity is at its best – just enough to upload a few photos and some words and its fun to be sitting here with my laptop in the icy morning.

I have been here at this strange and beautiful park for a few days and will write more about it later. It is a place forgotten and forsaken. Before coming here I spent 4 days on my own (there were delays upon delays with the program and I decided to head off on my own rather than hang around in Lilongwe) at a wonderful little place called Nitchisi Forest reserve. A former retreat of the British High Commissioner converted to a small guest house with the best food I have eaten in Malawi so far, aat the foot of a forest covered mountain. Well marked trails through the forest and surrounding hills, a brilliant little map with many interesting  things to track down an explore, Monkeys, Eagles and rare Forest birds – in short I had a lovely time, got fit climbing up and down the steep slopes and was in good shape for the rough bush life here in Kasungu. Here are a few photos from Nitchisi.

The Lodge at Ntchisi Forest

The Lodge at Ntchisi Forest

The lush montane forest on the wet side of the mountain

The lush montane forest on the wet side of the mountain

View from the top - clear across Lake Malawi to Mozambique

View from the top – clear across Lake Malawi to Mozambique

Thats all for now – I will try again in a few days with photos from Kasungu if the “Dongle” still works. Its getting light, a Pukku antelope with its baby just passed by and the Fish-Eagles have started their morning chorus; time to make some breakfast (porridge) and get ready for a day of Monkey tracking .

Liwonde Photo-Diary

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Sundown on the Shire floodplane

Sundown on the Shire floodplain

I am back in Lilongwe after 2 weeks in Liwonde National Park in Southern Malawi.  Since I had very little internet access at the Bat Research camp where I was staying (relations with the neighbouring lodge are strained; we are not even allowed to use the bar since someone from another volunteer organisation got drunk and started wooing the Malawian guides in front of the guests and the lodge manager). As a result I have simply too much material for a regular blow-by-blow of all the happenings and adventures of this time. Instead I’ll just put up as many photos as possible (warning – lots of birds!) and add some comments and stories. Here we go:

Bats

Setting up a capture site: Kate, Peter, Elenore and Emmanuel the scout

Setting up a capture site: Kate, Peter, Elenore and Emmanuel the scout

I am here as a volunteer of the Bat Research project. For various reasons we only go out Bat-catching 5 times  and catch a total of 7 bats. I get to handle a few but prefer to leave it to more experienced hands – they are so small and delicate I don’t wish to prolong their discomfort. We sit around the little table under the star studded night sky, the girls busy texting on their mobile phones, and take turns walking around the nets and harp-traps to check for bats. On the last night Emmanuel, the armed scout accompanying us, detects Elephants nearby as we are preparing to pack up; we dismantle the gear quickly and quietly and head home.

Schlieffin's Twilight Bat - all 5 grams of it

Schlieffin’s Twilight Bat – all 5 grams of it

The project is not just about catching bats. A study is under way to determine the benefits of bats for pest control.  Early in the morning (not a good time for bat investigators) we catch the ferry across the river and drive to a village where the study is taking place. The project has paid farmers to open and close chicken-wire frames so as to exclude either birds or bats (or neither for  a control) from small plots in their cotton fields. We are here to count damaged leaves and cotton-boles and to mark new ones. It takes hours and provides entertainment for a gang of village kids who follow us around – fascinated by our strange actions.

Early morning: Sonia pretends to be interested in Matt and Samuel's conversation

Early morning: Sonia pretends to be interested in Matt and Samuel’s conversation

In the cotton fields

In the cotton fields

Peter seems to be happy to have a day away from the mad bat camp

Peter seems to be happy to have a day away from the mad bat camp

Finally the leaf counting is done and we head to “town”  on a bumpy and dusty track. It’s market day at Ulongwe and we have to restock our kitchen. I am a bit tired of vegetarian fair ( the standard meal is what I call “Student Curry”: cut up all sorts of vegetables and chuck in a pot; add lots of garlic, soy meat, tomatoes, peanut butter, any spices available, salt, water and boil for a while; serve with over-cooked spaghetti left to congeal – I exaggerate, it is actually quite good). Anyway, Peter, Kingsley (from the bat-study village) and I set off in search of meat and I am soon the proud owner of a large haunch of goat. Back at camp Peter hacks it to small chunks with a Machete and I cook up a pretty good stew which the 4 carnivores of the team enjoy for dinner and again for lunch the next day.

Rhinos

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Rhinos are the flagship of wildlife conservation in Africa. Liwonde has 10 of these rare animals and great pains are taken to monitor and protect them. I am at a bit of a loose end due to the low level of activity at Bat camp. I walk around the area and watch birds but ranging further afield is not allowed. The Rhino team come to the rescue – I am invited to join them for a morning. Here’s my Diary from that morning:

I am up really early – I have time to make some porridge for breakfast before meeting up with Frankie and  Scottish volunteer Marie for my morning with the Rhino-tracking team. We drive off to the sanctuary where we pick up the scouts – Christopher and Maxwell and head north. The goal today is to locate one of the three Rhinos living outside the sanctuary (they escaped a few years ago when an Elephant destroyed a portion of the fence).

Maxwell tunes in

Maxwell tunes in

This one is a male with a transmitter implanted in its horn so we stop every couple of km to check the reading – it leads us on north to where the Shire rises out of Lake Malombe. I am riding on the back of the shiny white pickup, hanging on for dear life as Frankie whizzes along the trails. This guy knows how to drive in the bush, it’s a pleasure after the inept offroading skills of the Bat-team students. The cold morning air in my face, the sunlight through the Mopane trees, Hornbills and Grey-headed Parrots flying around – magic.

Flood plain

Flood plain

We reach the lake and a wide open tall-grass flood-plain. Here the bearing of the Rhino’s transmission changes – we are close to it. This is not a good place for it to be. Obviously the lush vegetation is attractive but this area is close to the park boundary and heavily poached by fishermen from around the lake who have a sideline in game-poaching. We drive in to the bush for a bit, Christopher on foot finding a way for the car through the tall grass. We park and proceed by foot, entering a Mopane thicket.  We zero in on a clump of shrubby trees where the Rhino is lurking, invisible – we can hear the Ox-peckers.

Rhino just ahead - everyone on tip-toe

Rhino just ahead – everyone on tip-toe

Just then Christopher picks up fresh tracks of a group of people – poachers have been through here. He holds us up as he and Frankie check it out.The wind shifts and the Rhino scents us – we hear some snorting and crashing in the thicket and he is gone. It’s dissapointing – we did’t see him  – but we located him and , even better , he is moving south into safer ground. Christopher finds one track breaking away from the poacher group and follows it – a few hundred metres further on we discover 7 triple wire loop snares set in game runs. They are set low – for wart-hog and small antelopes but such wire can cause serious injury even to a Buffalo or a Rhino. We search around for more but that’s all we find and we return to the car. On the way back we check and see that the Rhino is still on the move, still heading South.

In between all this tracking and ant-poaching stuff Frankie keeps pointing out birds to me and identifying their calls – he is a really good birder and knows a hell of a lot about the bush, the park and all things African. On the way back I swap places with Marie and sit up front with F, hoping to draw him out a bit – I am intrigued by this immaculately dressed, pony-tailed oddball. But all I get is a long monologue about the history of the parks game population, especially the Rhinos. We stop to look at some Sable and a herd of Buffalos and part at the lodge parking lot, not before he invites me to join them in the afternoon to try and track the male Rhino again, once he has settled down. I must have made a good impression.

"Buffs"

“Buffs”

Sable in the Mopani woodland

Sable in the Mopani woodland

Up early again (the afternoon session didn’t happen – but Frankie arranged for me to tag along the next morning)  and meet up with Frankie and Marie. We wait a bit for Maxwell’s replacement who is arriving from across the river with the first boat. Marie is getting on my nerves a bit. She was quite surprised to hear I had been invited back for another session – didn’t seem very happy about it. She has an annoying Scottish accent  – one of those where e-v-e-rr-y l-ett-e-rr is ca-rr-e-fu-l-y p-rr-o-n-ou-n-c-e-d. She hangs around at bat camp quite alot and complains about being bored when there is no afternoon program. Bored? I can’t believe it! She gets to go out rhino tracking every day with brilliant trackers and with Frankie. Some people…
Anyway today she wants to be in the back and I am happy to sit comfortably in the front with Franky and chat as we drive to the rhino sanctuary. He tells me a bit  about himself. Turns out he has a Masters in Renaissance literature, trained as a wildlife guide in S.Africa and has been in Liwonde for 6 years as a guide and now as Rhino man. A real Renaissance man. We enjoy our talk, we are similar oddballs with a passion for the bush, wildlife .
We pick up Christopher the senior scout and enter the sanctuary, park inside and walk to  a small muddy waterhole. There are fresh tracks of a female rhino and a calf. Christopher explains that we cannot pick up the direction they headed off because the ground around is so dry and hard, Instead we make a wide sweep further out and he finds the spoor .

Has a Rhino passed this way?

Has a Rhino passed this way?

We head off along on their trail. Francesco who is new takes the lead and follows the spoor. Its not easy in the dry leaf-covered ground and sometimes he loses them and Christopher has to move up from the rear and they cast about till they pick up the trail. Frankie keeps whispering bird names at me as he points out calls to me – I can’t really hear most of the time but I nod enthusiastically. I am not so interested in the birds – the rhino tracking is thrilling – I am getting into the rhinos head as we follow them on their morning jaunt, Christopher points out where they have nibbled at a branch, rubbed a termite mound and we find some dung, still faintly warm.

P1030365 We are getting close and start taking precautions, testing the wind,  and being very quiet. But then we lose the spoor and after some casting around the scouts give up. Frankie is apologetic but I don’t mind at all. it has been absolutely thrilling. It is still early so Frankie gives the scouts a challenge – find a rhino in 30 minutes. This is a useful exercise he explains since sometimes they need to do this in a hurry, with no prior warning. There are several rhinos in the sanctuary with transmitters implanted in the horns so that’s the quickest way. However Marie, determined to do her volunteer bit, takes charge of the transmitter – not what Frankie had in mind but nobody says anything and off we go, driving, stopping , finding the bearing and driving on. We are stopped by a large bull elephant and scramble back into the car – the elephant is curious and circles the car, flapping ears, waving it’s trunk as Frankie talks to it and reassures it that we are no threat.

Elephant meets Frankie

Elephant meets Frankie

It moves on and we go back to business. Finally we find a spot where we are a few hundred metres from the Rhino, the big dominant male. Franky takes over the tracking aerial Marie fiddles around with some other gadget and holds us up but we enter the thick bush and move quietly,  circling downwind from the rhinos, watching our step and finally Christopher points – There they are! The male and a young female, well hidden in a thicket about 20-30 meters away. With my super binoculars I can see their warty grey armour and huge bulk. Frankie and Christopher exchange hand signals and Christopher motions me to follow him to get a better view. I am so excited I don’t watch my step and tread loudly on some brittle dry leaves. The rhinos rush out of the thicket and we all freeze. They don’t go far, and I catch a quick glimpse of the male’s head and long horn as he moves to a new spot. They havn’t seen or scented us but are alert now. Through the bins I can see him now , facing us head on like a small battleship.  No photos possible through the dense thicket, but a great encounter. We back off and make our way quietly back to the car and drive home.
Frankie is pleased and goes so far as to invite me to a “small social” on Saturday afternoon. I don’t know (or care) what Marie thinks. At the Bat camp I share my Rhino adventure and send a text to Cazz who was on the Rhino project before LWC. I can die happily right now.

Birds

Blue Waxbill

Blue Waxbill

The Bat project chose Liwonde as it’s location because of the high diversity of Bat species here. I have a lot of time on my hands and use it to go birding around the camp – I soon discover the same is true for birds. I cover a small area between the river bank, camp, lodge and a short way out in to the bush and keep seeing new birds. All the guides at the lodge are keen birders and I even see them walking around with binoculars in their free time, sharpening their birding skills – of course I am happy to tag along and pick up some tips. Liwonde is a birdwatchers paradise and one morning I meet two Dutch birdwatchers doing a “big year”: travelling around the world trying to see as many species as possible. They have just seen the rare Pel’s Fishing Owl and are setting off with a guide to look for Racquet-tailed Rollers, Speckle-throated Woodpeckers and other Ornithological delights. I have actually sen one of the Owls, at night flying past our bat-net when we set up along the river; we also hear their booming hoots at night.

Here’s a gallery of some Liwonde birds (and one Reptile):

Collared Palm-Thrush

Collared Palm-Thrush

African Hawk-Eagle

African Hawk-Eagle

Lillians Lovebird

Lillians Lovebird

Black-necked Wattle-eye

Black-necked Wattle-eye

Grey-headed Bush-shrike

Grey-headed Bush-shrike

Scarlet-chested Sunbird

Scarlet-chested Sunbird

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Meve’s Starling

Orange-winged Pytilia

Orange-winged Pytilia

Pied Kingfisher

Pied Kingfisher

There’s more – but I guess I had better stop. You can get the idea, and I’m not such a good photographer, don’t have one of those bazooka lenses – but its birds everywhere!

Monitor Lizard

Monitor Lizard

 

In conclusion

Back in Lilongwe I go for a walk along the little river. Something is different. After two weeks in the bush I move differently, I get close to birds much more easily and anticipate where they will be.  I have learnt a lot. I easily get photos of the elusive Peterson’s Twinspot. As for the Schalow’s Turacos which ran circles around me last time – they are almost eating out of my hand.

Petersons Twinspot

Petersons Twinspot

Schalow's Turaco

On one of my last days in Liwonde, after being stuck in camp for days (waiting for a new battery for the car,team members gone to Blantyre for new visas etc.) Kate, Elenore and I make a break for it. We drive downriver to where the Shire floodplain widens out and stop to watch the sunset. A herd of Kudu watch us from the forest edge and out on the floodplain are many Waterbuck and distant Elephants.  I would like to just walk off across the wide plain, forget about all the politics and conservation and research and stuff.  The distant palm trees beckon, its the call of the wild….

I don’t of course. We drive back to camp (seeing a Porcupine on the way) and I have some cold curry and peanut butter on toast.

Greater Kudu

Greater Kudu

Waterbuck

Waterbuck

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Liwonde – short update

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Rhino tracking

Rhino tracking

I am sitting in Muvuu Lodge – the Tourist accommodation next door to Bat Camp. I might go on a game drive with them this afternoon as the “Batmobile” is in the repair-shop with a starter motor problem, Matt, Sonia and Kate are away to Blantyre for some official stuff and it looks like I will be at a loose end for a couple of days (I was supposed to join Paolo for some Hyena tracking but that’s off now the car is out of commission). Lots of action the last days – Rhino tracking, Bat catching, Birdwatching and even some anti-poaching stuff but that will all have to wait till I get back to Lilongwe on Sunday and have better internet access. The camp is offline and even here at the lodge each photo take ages to load and they are doing me a favour letting me use their overloaded wi-fi. So just a couple of photos and a paragraph to keep you up dated.

Bye for now!

Shire river at dawn

Shire river at dawn

Bat Camp, Liwonde National Park

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After 4 days here it looks like I may have a chance to access the internet tomorrow.  The Elephants I saw earlier this evening along the river have come into our camp so I am stuck in the common room for now. Kate, Sonia and Elena are watching a video on a laptop and I have plenty of time to write a new post.
5 days ago I was picked up in the morning from Lilongwe Wildlife Centre by Australian Amy (Urban Hyena Project) and put on The Zomba bus which was supposed to drop me off at  Balaka, a town near Liwonde. However, there were 3 other near-empty Zomba buses standing nearby  competing for customers – free trade Malawian style. The hours ticked by slowly as I got to know some of my fellow travellers and listened to a very spirited lecture (in Chechewa) about Herbal Tea from a feisty Malawian lady going round the buses. Finally (after 6 hours!) the bus  was full and ready to leave. Just at that moment Amy called to inform me it was now too late for me to be picked up at Balaka and that I must get off the bus and try again tomorrow. When Amy picked me up and returned me to LWC, I  hardly spoke  to her I was so angry. After a Passion-fruit Fanta and a nice shower I decided I felt much better and decided  not to trust my transportation to incompetent research assistants again; the reliable Cazz organised a taxi for me for a reasonable price and next morning I made the drive to Liwonde in style. It was well worth it, the landscape alongtherift valley was like something out of a fairy-tale and we arrived nice and early in Liwonde.
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Here I was picked up by Matt who is in charge of the African Bat Conservation camp. We drove for about 1/2 an hour, first on a pot-holed road and then down a dusty track till we reached the park gate. There we parked the car and sat to wait for a boat to take us across the river. And what a river! The Shire (pronounce She- re) rises out of Lake Malawi and flows South to the Zambesi. It is huge and full of Crocodiles and Hippos. As we sat on the jetty, dodging the droppings of numerous Cormorants perched on the massive trees, an African Fish-Eagle swooped down to the water a few meters in front of us. Since picking me up Matt and I had been talking non-stop about Birds, Bats, Insects, Reptiles, Bush adventures and so on. I was delighted to find such a kindred soul, he reminded me of myself at a much younger age, though I wasn’t nearly as friendly and polite in those days.
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Things only get better and better. The camp is simple but adequate. The team are all young students and soon after I arrive we already set off into the bush to catch bats. The place is a student-style mess, they all sleep late in the morning and I can wander around and watch birds along the river – keeping a careful eye out for Crocs, Hippos, Elephants and Buffalos. The diversity is amazing, I can sit at one spot and species after species fly past along the broad river or hop around in the tall Fever-trees on the bank. The star is the stunning Bohm’s Bee-eater.
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We catch bats, collect insects, record habitat- all sorts of Zoological stuff. I’m not so interested in the research itself, I just enjoy the whole thing. My knowledge of Insects is put to use in a project of analysing bat shit. I find some flesh-eating beetles on a Buffalo carcass and set up a digesting box for some dried out dead bats they have stored for skeletonising. I cook lunches, wash dishes and maybe next week I will have a morning with the neighbours who go out every morning tracking Rhinos. Fun, fun, fun.
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Its just too much at the moment to write a coherent post about. And I probably won’t be able to upload more than a few chosen photos tomorrow when we stop at Liwonde village (after marking cotton plants in the agriculural area for crop damage assesment – comparing plots were bats are excluded ,the idea is to show how beneficial bats are in pest control)
There are some Elephants here – not many, but they have a bit of a reputation. In the dry season they swim across the river and raid crops in the neighbouring Malawian villages, causing devastation and sometimes loss of life. Everyone is pretty scared of them. This evening I was down by the river at sunset and things felt funny – the birds were quiet, the Impalas and the Vervet Monkeys seemed skittish. Then a couple of hundred meters upriver first one, then another and another – 5 Elephants emerged from the woods and started breaking branches off the trees. Now they are around the camp and everyone is sneaking around on tiptoe. I love it. There are a couple now right outside – shaking trees,breaking branches and rumbling in their bellies – we can see them in the moonlight. I think I will stop here, but I guess I’ll have to wait a bit to go and have a shower.
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Tiwonana Mawa Kuti

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P1020300My time in Kuti has come to an end. There is a large group from Lilongwe here and I will try to hitch a ride with one of them (if they are sober) tomorrow. On Tuesday I am supposed to travel on to my next assignment – the African Bat Conservation (ABC) project at Liwonde National Park. I have been photographing bats here at Kuti to contribute to their survey: here are some Fruit Bats that hang out (literally) at the Education Center.

Bats getting educated

Bats getting educated

These last days I have been using a bicycle to move around. It allows me to reach some corners of the park where I haven’t spent much time yet and is also convenient since I have moved to a house a bit further from Landirani, the reception/restaurant where we meet and have our meals. Ciaran left on Thursday, back to Lilongwe and onwards to Ireland. We had grown close, him and I and Catherine, during the 10 or so days we had been here. Three very different people – a solicitor, a management consultant and me, whatever label applies. Very harmonious, complimentary, we had a lovely time together.

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With the large group expected (more about them further on) I had to move out of the cosy chalet I had shared with C. My new quarters are the old managers lodge – a real “Bush House” with a rusty tin roof and a screened verandah. It is sadly neglected and although Linus (the German Peace Corps volunteer ) has been living in it for a few weeks, except for some empty beer bottles he hasn’t done much by way of interior decoration; I think he will take to student life very well when he starts his medicine studies in Freiburg next year.  He is away for a long weekend and as the dusk gathers and the monkeys in the Gum-tree outside become silhouettes funny noises start coming from the roof, also from the door frame which is a bit more alarming (probably geckos). I had been tempted to open the trap-door to the attic in pursuit of more bat photos but after my encounter with the shower curtain my eagerness to meet exotic life-forms was quite satisfied.

The old Bungalow

The old Bungalow

On my last day I ride out to the big wetland at “Sunset Deck”. There are many birds and animals here but we always come here to watch the spectacular sunsets over the Rift Valley escarpment. So it’s hard to see much when the sun is in your eyes.

Kuti Sunset

Kuti Sunset

Now in the early morning I can get a good look at at the various birds: Plovers, Pelicans, Ibises, Herons, Geese and others. There are also quite a few villagers checking their fish traps. They are not supposed to be doing this – technically they are poaching – I guess they know the “Bosses” only come here at sunset. Anyway with all the birds and fishermen and the water level being very low I don’t believe anyone’s finding a lot of fish.

Sunrise on the Wetland

Sunrise on the Wetland

The Fish don't have a chance

The Fish don’t have a chance

In the afternoon it just has to be the Dambo. This waterhole is the best birding spot here. I park my bike and make my way quietly along a game trail to a shady spot from which I can see: Wart-hogs, guinea-fowl, an Impala all doing their thing at the far end. A classic African scene.

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While I watch, I suddenly think of what I call “the Bird Tree”. It’s a large dead tree that birds love to perch on. Whenever I pass it I look and there is almost always somebody there – like this Paradise Wydah flying his long tail in the wind from the highest point – what a show-off!

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It isn’t far with the bike so I pedal over and there is a big brown bird of prey sitting in the tree. I have seen this fellow several times already but never well enough to be sure of his identity. Now he stares at me boldly with bright yellow eyes – as I suspected, a Brown Snake-Eagle!

brown snake-eagle

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Sorry to go on a bit of a rant there. I have been avoiding this sort of stuff. What do I know? I have only been here a month – I could have it all wrong. Time to head over to the spooky house, a nice walk through the dark, with nightjars whistling and the stars overhead. I will wake up to monkeys having their breakfast in the Gum-trees  and look around and say goodbye Kuti, see you again: Tiwonana Mawa (actually means see you tomorrow but its the best I can do with my very limited Chechewa vocabulary – and it does sound nice).

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Mbalame means bird

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I have been at Kuti for a week now and have settled in nicely to life at this small (25 square Km) reserve in central Malawi. I am enjoying myself so much that I have extended my stay for another week and will just pass through Lilongwe Wildlife Centre briefly on my way to Liwonde National Park next week. LWC have plenty of volunteers and can spare me easily. Here there are three of us – Ciaran from Ireland ( I misspelt his name in the previous post – hope I’ve got it right this time) who is mostly giving English lessons to the Malawian staff, Catherine from England who is a management/leadership consultant with experience in the hotel industry and is an absolute godsend to somewhat overwhelmed new managers Annelies and Jeroen; and myself. What do I do here? I have been surveying the birds of this lovely place (work? ha!) and also a little project to fix the road signs along the trails and make new ones where neccessary.

I have been to Lake Malawi – its not far, half an hour in a taxi with Catherine and Cirian. It reminded me a bit of the Sea of Galilee at the other end of the rift valley. It’s  bigger and instead of the Golan Heights you look across to Mozambique. The wind was up and there was a bit of a chop but I had a dip; I didn’t stay in too long – thoughts of Crocodiles and Bilharzia (neither serious risks at Senga Bay) drove me out and it wasn’t that nice anyway. Still I felt it was sort of a necessary ritual.

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Yesterday we had a biology class from a private school in Lilongwe here for a field day (it was supposed to be a day but due to some bus problems they only got here at lunchtime). Jeroen (who is a biologist with a lot of field experience behind him – Chimpanzees in Congo, Turtles in the Caribbean etc.) and I had prepared a program for them and so, when they finally arrived, after a quick group photo the teenagers changed out of their uniforms and we set out in to the bush.

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The idea was to make a transect through different habitats. I started with my little group of 10 or so at a water hole. After warning about snakes and keeping quiet  so we might see some animals at the water we crept up stealthily to the “Dambo”.  Happily, two Warthogs were rooting in the mud at the far end and a party of Vervet Monkeys had come down to drink. I complimented the kids on their bushcraft as they excitedly passed my binoculars around. It was an excellent start and soon they were chasing spiders and grasshoppers at the water’s edge and trying to figure out who had left the big pile of “poop”.

We walked on through the woods, checking out tracks  on the sandy path and different types of vegetation. These were very smart kids and they asked good questions (though they insisted on calling me “sir”).  A dead Cobra on the road was cause for much excitement just before we reached the tall grass Savannah. Here I asked them to put asided their notebooks and questionaires for a moment and go and stand in the grass for a few minutes.

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To end the day, I asked each one to make a statement, beginning with the words “I see” or “I feel”. There was no hesitation, no giggling, and beautiful words came out and were listened to: ” I feel the wind” “I feel strong after walking through the bush” “I see grass that is taller than me” “I feel I belong here” ….

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The kids have had fun, I think they learned something , and Jeroen and I  had fun. For Jeroen especially this is a welcome break from his management work and to continue the “Biology day” we make a night walk after dinner, something Ciaran had asked about. We set off with our head-torches and walk around picking out antelope’s eyes in the bushes, a wide variety of creepy-crawlies on the ground and just a glimpse of some Gallagos (Bush-babies) in the trees. The stars of the evening are a Nightjar crouching on the ground (I have trouble with the auto-focus on my camera and only manage a photo of part of it) and some lovely Thick-toed Geckoes.

Thick-toed Gecko

Thick-toed Gecko

Creepy-Crawly

Creepy-Crawly

Part of a Nightjar

Part of a Nightjar

The Dambo is a favorite spot of mine. When I don’t have the time for a long walk I just pop over there. There is almost always something going on. All sorts of birds come by and the lush grass and the water attract Antelopes. These pictures are from today:

Common Scimitar-bill

Common Scimitar-bill

Nyala Antelope

Bushbuck

Lizard Buzzard

Lizard Buzzard

Today’s main job was painting signs. Visitors can roam freely in the park. Without signs at crossroads they will easily get lost (as would I). Sunday, the assistant manager and I made a round the other day and fixed most of the signs but some had dissappeared.  So today with the  help of Roderick, a casual labourer , I cut up some planks and painted the missing trail names on them. While doing this , Roderick and I got talking and had an enjoyable conversation,  especially as Sunday and Annelies were attending a funeral of some important personage in a neighbouring village (Sunday is also a village chief) and Jeroen had gone shopping in Selima with all the other volunteers. Roderick, it turned out, was a chief’s son, and manged to teach me some Chechewa – I have been forgetting just about everything people have taught me so far. Mbalame means bird. Funnily enough there was a professional sign writer here as well, making a beautiful Kuti logo and a map of Malawi on the wall at the new office. He came over to check me out and I had to explain I was only a “Bush sign-writer”. He was highly amused. Roderick asked how one becomes a Bush sign writer.

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Roderick and the "Bush sign-writer"

Roderick and the “Bush sign-writer”

The pro

The pro

The mornings are for serious birdwatching/survey. The evening is a beautiful time to just wander and bump in to things. After a cup of coffee and maybe a chat with my buddy Ketrus the cook (we were born in the same year)., I let my feet take me where they will and never  know where I will end up or who I may meet.

Ketrus

Ketrus

Everybody who has been a while in Africa has a Puff Adder story. These are big fat snakes that lie on paths and don’t move: ambush predators. They can reach over a metre in length and weigh several kilos and a bite from them can cause serious damage.  They are well camouflaged and it’s easy to step on them. I would like to see one , but – well, I hope I don’t step on one, you know. So one evening when its almost dark I’m walking back to “reception”(where  we eat and where my hut is) – and there on the road is a Puff Adder! But its a baby – about 30 cm long, beautifully coloured and so still I wonder if it is alive. It is – after taking some photos I give it a nudge with a stick and it slides off in to the grass, lucky for it, as people pass this way on the way home and for sure they would not leave it be.

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Most often I meet the Babboons. There is a large troop of them in the area around “reception” and they move in a similar way to me. They are quite wild and keep their distance from people but they are not really scared of us either; its nice to move along with them and I have far too many photos of them. Sometimes a Bushbuck peeks out between the trees. When I step out on to the road people stop on their way home and say something in Chechewa and I do my best to answer. I see Anya – the American Peace Corps volunteer- riding her bicycle back to Tembwe village where she stays. The shadows lengthen and  now only the tops pf the biggests trees glow golden through the darkening forest. The birds fall silent, the babboons are gone and its time for me to head back.P1020221P1020220P1020115P1020117

 

Kuti – first impressions

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To go back a few days: I returned from Zambia on Monday afternoon to a busy LWC (Lilongwe Wildlife Center),  volunteers new and old running around with bottles attending to orphaned monkeys and impatient hedgehogs. Cazz, the volunteer coordinator,  informed me that my wish to spend some time at Kuti, the affiliated game ranch near Lake Malawi, was about to be granted and that I would be leaving for there in the morning with the one other male volunteer, Kirian from Ireland. Thanks guys, but we can manage fine without you!

Next morning Kirian and I depart for Salima (the nearest town) in a minibus,  for both of us a first experience of Malawian public transport, and a special thrill for K who has only been in Africa for a week and that in the sheltered environment of LWC. The minibus is an absolute hoot, It is jam-packed with very merry Malawians, sacks of maize and the inevitable cardboard box with holes in it from which come the squawks of an unknown number of chickens. We have a great trip to Salima where we are picked up by Annelies the manager of Kuti and Linus, a German long-term volunteer who have been shopping.

Welcome to Malawian Transport

Welcome to Malawian Transport

Anelies and her husband Jeroen are the new managers of Kuti, hired recently by its board of trustees. Over the next days I slowly get to know about the history and workings of this project. Meanwhile I am pleasantly surprised as we enter the 20 square Km park: I had been expecting something rather tame, with animals in paddocks (it is described as a “ranch”) but this is true wild nature. OK, the Zebras are rather tame and like to hang around next to the very chic little chalet Kirian and I stay in (actually guest accommodation – volunteer quarters need renovation) and there is a Camel which doesn’t belong here at all (best friends with the solitary Giraffe) but the rest has a real bush vibe. We have a nice lunch and are invited  for a drive around the park in the afternoon.

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We set off with Annelies at the wheel and Linus, Kirian, Katherine (English volunteer who has just arrived from the airport) and I on the back of a pickup.  We drive through mature open woodland and come out into a stunning long-grass savannah. A pair of Bustards fly up as we pass, Lilac-breasted Rollers perch on dead branches – this could be any big park in Africa. We haven’t yet seen any game, but then Linus points to the edge of the grassland where a pair of long, scimitar-like horns are just visible, moving above the tall grass.  A Sable Antelope! I have never seen one before and we drive on a bit and look down a long straight track and sure enough one after the other, a small party of these large animals cautiously cross the road.

Annelies

Annelies

Sable

Sable

In the evening we are all sitting at the dinner table when the John, the cook, jumps out of the little house that serves as a kitchen, loudly exclaiming “Snake, Snake!”. We all rush over to check it out. He points to the pile of pots under the counter and says a Mamba went in there. Linus says the locals call every snake a Mamba so we get a rake with a long handle and gingerly start removing pots, one by one. There is nothing there. We search around and still nothing. We open a nearby cupboard and start removing the contents – still nothing. Everyone is moving out of kitchen, probably thinking John was imagining things when he lets out a loud shriek and jumps back about a meter: a long brown snake emerges from the cupboard and wriggles over to a pile of potatoes at the other end of the kitchen. I have seen enough to identify it: A  Cobra, probably of the Mozambique Spitting species. Now we are in a real fix. This is a very dangerous snake and the kitchen is a very cluttered space; removing it is not going to be easy. I go round the back with one of the boys and we bang on the wall with sticks. It works – the Cobra moves, climbs up on to the sink, then makes its way along the counter and disappears in the corner near the door in a clutter of kettles and fire-pots. Meanwhile, Geraldo, a Brazilian traveller staying the night is keen to get in on the action. He is a hippyish type who believes he is immune to Malaria and seems to have a similar attitude to Spitting Cobras. So we construct a barricade of cardboard boxes on the kitchen floor to guide the snake to the door and carefully remove the kettles and junk from the counter (the snake has coiled itself into a tight ball behind a small blackboard against the wall and seems pretty calm – in spite of Geraldo’s  initial attempts to remove it by throwing potatoes at it). When everything is in place, Geraldo perches precariously  as far away from the snake as possible and with a very long stick removes the blackboard. The snake doesnt budge so I (who am overseeing from safely behind the screen window) suggest a little nudge  – he gives more of poke than a nudge and it hisses loudly, I tell him to back off and wait. The snake tries to go up the wall and then it drops to the floor and slides out the door and off in to the night. Phew!

The Cobra that came to dinner

The Cobra that came to dinner

Next morning I am up early and off in to the woods with my binoculars.  Because there are no Dangerous Animals here we can walk wherever we like (keeping an eye out for snakes of course!). This is an utter joy for me, what I have been longing for since first coming to Africa: no safari vehicle, no armed rangers, no guides. I can dawdle along, look at birds, follow butterflies, watch the grass waving in the wind, the sun coming through the trees , sit and wait and dream or whatever. This morning I don’t go far, and just sit by the track and wait. A couple of Bushbucks cross the road, snorting their alarm call when they see me. A mixed flock of birds descend on the trees around me and for a few minutes I don’t know where to look first; then they move on and it’s quiet again. Suddenly there is a thundering of hooves and a dozen or so wildebeest burst out of the bush and gallop across leaving the dust hanging in the air. What a morning!

Bushbuck

Bushbuck

Cardinal Woodpecker

Cardinal Woodpecker

And so it goes on. The next days I go for long walks, sometimes it’s to record the animal species for a database, with GPS coordinates and so on, but often I find myself just completely absorbed by the magic of the places I am walking through or sitting by. The diversity of animals here is immense, going to the shower in the evening is a zoological feast of Tree-frogs and Toads and all manner of insects drawn to the lights (when they work). When there are no birds to be seen, I turn my camera to the grasshoppers and mantises, the spiders and the wasps and the beetles who have been my companions since childhood.  I hope the Spitting Cobra doesn’t know about the frogs in the shower – according to Wikipedia that’s their favorite food!

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South Luangwa, Zambia – part 2

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I have tossed and turned all night worrying at the question:  how to intervene in the guiding of our safari without antagonising and/our hurting the feelings of Rogers, our guide, but achieve the aim of slowing down his haring around in pursuit of “big “ sightings so we can actually enjoy the lovely park. Aussies Dale and Lisa are with me on this, the Rev. Stuart is non-committal in a sort of I-know -Africa-better and bless-everyone sort of way which I take as an abstention.So rather than a direct approach, I have a chat with the lodge manager just before we set out on the second morning. I think I get through to him and he has a few words with Rogers. It works. The morning drive is a whole new ball game as they say. We go slowly and stop for everything, taking our time. We watch a Giraffe drinking at a lagoon and look on as Antelopes, Zebras and Warthogs graze   the green pans and Baboons go about their morning business. We stop for every Kingfisher, Hornbill and Spur-winged Goose. And so on. The magic is there as we drink in this wonderful world of animals, birds, grass, water and trees. I am really not good enough with words to explain but every one is smiling; even surly old Rogers is transformed, his  love of the bush peeking out from behind   the jaded conveyor of tourists we have seen so far.

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And of course we have success where we failed yesterday. The Antelopes are in rut and we are hanging out on a large grassy pan watching them gambolling about, listening to their extraordinary sounds – the Pukku’s whistles and the Impalas low grunting. The Males are busy chasing off rivals and seducing females. Youngsters catch the mood and engage in little mock fights or just scamper around for fun.

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Then suddenly the mood changes. Rogers as well stiffens and calls our attention to a Pukku alarm call. We drive a short way to where it seems to come from and search along a deep gully. Nothing there but then some squirrels in the nearby thicket sound their alarm. We circle the thicket, find nothing but, returning to the pan, Rogers points out a group of Impala all staring rather fixedly at one spot. We follow their gaze and there it is: a gorgeous Leopard, crouching in the grass at the edge of the scrub, looking right at us.  He (probably a male – thick neck and stocky body) watches us and we watch him for a few minutes and then he gets up, cool as a cucumber, and walks out into the open, down onto the pan where he takes a long drink from a puddle, licks his lips, gives us another look and makes his way back up in to the bush in that lovely flowing feline gait. It doesn’t get much better than this.

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We are all thrilled  to bits. I resist the temptation to gloat a bit over the success of my “less is more”, slow and steady wins the race strategy. We have a coffee break , then go on and hang out with water birds of all shapes and sizes until a passing car informs Rogers of a Wild Dog sighting. We all groan, reluctant to abandon our peaceful communing with nature. However, Dogs are rare and hard to see and this sounds like a solid lead, not just another wild dog chase. We can’t really pass it up, and its not so far away. I have yet to see them and they are high on my wish list. So off we go.
About half an hour later I ask Rogers if we are near – “should be close by”  he says and just then I spot them: in a wide sandy river bed, in the shade of a high bluff area cluster of lumpy shapes – a pack of Wild Dogs at rest! Then I notice 3 cars on the bluff above them, 2 more on the other side of the river bed and several others approaching from various directions. Oh well, it’s not quite the same as tracking down a Leopard, but still these are the African Wild Dogs I wanted so much to see. And dogs they are, as doggy as can be.  We get quite close to them and watch them lazing in the sand, wagging tails, relaxed to a degree that only dogs can achieve. I am reminded of Dingo, my mongrel yellow dog with whom I had many adventures in the desert of Southern Israel. He loved lying in the Sand in the shade just like these guys. These ones are just  bigger, have funny shaped ears and lovely white marbled coats.Nice.

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That’s it for the morning, and after such a morning I am really happy to go home, I have what I came for, I have been in “the zone”, connected with the spirit of this place. Still we have another Game drive in the evening so OK, brunch, rest, pool, watch the river, chat with Stuart  and at 4 PM we set out again.
Rogers, buoyed by the morning’s triumph (and possibly a beer or two) is in a garrulous mood and starts off with some long monologues (Stuart: ”I liked him better surly”). It has also started to rain, a steady light shower, pattering on the canvas awning of the car. We pass the gate and head to where the other car from our lodge saw a pride of Lions this morning. As we drive through the  woods along the river bank, the rain fizzles out and is replaced by a delicious warm smell of wet earth. It is Sunday afternoon and the park is rather busy, many self drivers as well as packed safari vehicles; many of them seem to be heading the same way as us.
We soon come to where the Lions are resting a little way off the road. We can see them, but it’s not a great view. We wait until most of the other cars have cleared off. Then, followed by two other cars, Rogers leads the way on a little off-roading sortie to get closer. I expect him to position us somewhere near the pride with a good view, but he has other ideas. To my surprise (and the Lion’s) after a very bumpy circuitous approach he barrels right into the middle of the pride. Most of them get up and move a few metres away and sit down again facing us. Except for a low growl from one of them they don’t seem too bothered. They are a very healthy-looking lot, 4 females and a very handsome young male (the dominant male is away honeymooning with the in-heat female – we met them last night) Thankfully we don’t stay long, get a few photos and leave them in peace and bump away over the deeply rutted black earth (heavy Hippo traffic evident). The Aussies are thrilled to have been this close to Lions, but we are all a bit shaken by the cavalier manner in which it was done. I reckon no real harm done in this case, but sure, that’s not the way your supposed to view wildlife.

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Anyway we have ticked a box and can now enjoy the late evening light in the Riverine woodland. Baboons scamper around the big trees. Yellow-billed Storks march  along a bank, their gait curiously synchronised. We admire a handsome male Waterbuck and then stop on the bank of a large lagoon for “Sundowners”.

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The  bright colours of the sunset reflect in the lagoon and even Rogers’ long-winded speechifying does little to spoil the magic of the moment. It has been a splendid day.

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On the drive back our spotlight picks out grazing Hippos, a Genet Cat and a wonderful Verraux’s Eagle Owl perching on a dead tree.  But for me the best is looking up into the clear, moonless sky and seeing the Southern Cross high in the sky – the stars of the Southern Hemisphere.
After a good night’s sleep we drive back to Malawi the next day, enjoying the scenery along the way and an amazing market stall selling toys made from rubbish and dried seed-pods –  (I buy presents for my friends at LWC at such ridiculously low prices  that instead of bargaining I actually leave a tip!)

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