‘Don’t look it in the eye’ my mind was saying. But I was mesmerised by the beauty of the biggest chocolate brown eyes I had ever seen. I knew I should look away but I was transfixed; rooted to the spot by the enormity of its reindeer-like antlers towering about its head. It blinked and the… Continue Reading…

“Giraffe,” he said in a slow stoned-like drawl. “Fresh?” asked my Korean friend. “No,” he replied, gently rolling the balls of dung between his fingers like glass marbles. His eyes boring into him like lazers. This was Cucoo, our Botswana guide and cuckoo he was indeed. The wierdest guide I have come across. I was actually… Continue Reading…