Where to next?
As in any big campaign, the quantity of the outcome is predetermined largely by the quality of the planning. Just ask Churchill about how he planned the Normandy invasion in his bathtub.
At the moment I feel a bit like Sir Winston as I sit in my orifice (as someone rude calls it), moving imaginary monopoly pieces around a spreadsheet representing “brightest” Africa.
As rain this morning announced the arrival of winter in Cape Town I’ve been corresponding with Wolwedans in the NamibRand reserve and Desert Rhino Camp, both in Namibia (late May); the Jock Lodge in the Kruger National Park (early June); Ibo Island in Mozambique (mid June); Okavango Horse Safaris and Tongabezi Lodge near Victoria Falls (late June).
That all the while booking flights to Durban to the tourism Indaba there next week. With that batch of research trips wrapped, photographers Roger and Pat de la Harpe and I will be able to at least say: “This is not the end, it is not even the beginning of the end. But it is the end of the beginning.”
Now I’m not sure if I should follow the great man’s example and down a bottle of Scotch, or eat a low-carb lunch as is the fashion these days. I’m sure while we wend our ways around Africa over the next several months we’ll have a Scotch or two, and eat some very unfashionable things. Africa is, as we well know, not for sissies.