Inside the kitchen...



Typical Camp Staff Accommodation....



Staff Communal Fire Pit/Shelter...



So hunting....

In this area it is all about tracking and trying to predict the movements of the game. I was heartened that on the first afternoon out we managed to walk (and CRAWL...yes LOTS of crawling along the ground while hunting....hours of it in fact) up on a small heard of buffalo about an hour into hunting.... at one point I though this was going to be disappointingly easy...how wrong I was... anyway got to within 80yds of them but no bull at all. So we retreated back to start again in the afternoon (this was mid morning). That afternoon we hunted for five hours.... walk around 9km across and back the forest areas (you can see a buff in there but that is it, it is a buff, not what it is, how old etc). We had managed to be around a half hour it seemed behind the heard all the way along... then right on dark we got between the heard and a small group of stragglers (four cows at least) who winded us and took off...taking the rest with them... that left a long and annoying walk back to camp.

The next four days all fell into a routine of starting before light, getting to an area on the edge of the forest and playing the wind to try and walk in on the heard. It really was cat and mouse each day. Lunch was taken in the field as was a siesta ... I spent a number of hours asleep across the seat of the Toyota or on the ground while I digested the gems the cool box had to offer...



The buff were tough...I can't put it any other way... the slightest hint of wind behind us and they were off...they were constantly watching and very flightily !!! I travels took us further out from the camp each day and finally into lands not technically part of the hunting concession. To be here we had to go into town and touch base with the Administrator to let him know (we were most welcome to be hunting, just a courtesy). The town was called Galinha... this is the administration building... there was also a hospital (basic) and school as well as bases for both "Political Groups" (who in the 90s were still shooting and mining each other)...



River crossing, you could drive on the sand all the way to the Indian Ocean (about 80km) but we saved that for if the hunting went REALY bad...LOL



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