As evening falls here at Mibango the staff mess tent comes alive with the blare of whatever Tanzanian TV station the guys can get a handle on by manually manipulating the direction of a large black satellite dish off to the side of camp. The dish is almost twice the height of the tallest of the guys, so it is a precarious and entertaining show to watch. Generally the country's news is followed by a few hours of music and as dusk passes, the sounds travel the leng...

The flicker of the campfire at the end of a day in remote Africa is something special indeed and I find myself again sitting back in appreciation at the realisation that I am here. A moss covered elephant skull brought back from an expedition at some stage provides a weathered and wild ambience by the campfire here and as I try to judge its age, I find myself thinking that, as wild and remote as this place is, I have encountered relatively few animals. Sometime...

There has been a situation or two now, where at the end of the day I've sat down to collect my thoughts and found myself thinking, hmm, I reckon there might have been a slight element of danger in that particular activity. I've been torn on whether to blog about these incidents, on the one hand they are awesome stories and on the other they probably depict disproportionately risky situations which may result in needless worry. So it is with family in mind, I will...

It is with my inner thighs red raw and burning that I waddle into the office like a cowboy ready for a dual to put together another blog for you folks back home. Settling myself onto this chair much like settling into a bath when the water is a too hot and satisfied you have an adequate understanding of the important things in life, like the condition of my loins, I'm now ready to begin. It was another day and time for another hike, this time to one of the secur...

Murphy's law exists even in the far reaches ofTanzania... J.C flew out yesterday, after a farewell night of cheer around the campfire where my efforts to learn Swahili continued. Last nights lesson included the slang term: "Nakwenda kumpa kuku wangu maji" or " I'm going to give my chickens some water" Heh heh I'll let you figure out how to use that one. Anyway back to Murphy's, so J.C had flown out and with his charter the quarterly food rations had arrived,...