Breaking out Plan B

The clouds had been gathering for days before our final night at Sirikoi Camp.  During the early hours, cracks of thunder could be heard in the distance. Lightening lit up the roof of our tent.  At dawn we heard a pride of nearby lions who growled and whoofed their...

Breaking My African Heart

The campsite run by the Isgargaro Women’s group in Loglogo used to be my favorite place to stay during my visits to the area.  Over the years, however, the accommodations in other locations have greatly improved, while Isgargaro’s huts and buildings have slowly been...