From Swahili meaning a voyage or hunt, sometimes expanded to include all the accouterments of such (a caravan — two or more vehicles traveling together with a common cause — of land rovers, trackers, guides, tourists, rifles, cameras, binoculars, blankets, hot water bottles, radios, thermoses, snacks, notebooks . . . )
Day 1
Arriving from Nelspruit airport in a small propeller plane, we make a surprisingly smooth landing on a patch of dirt on the northeastern boundary of Kruger National Park — Satara airstrip. As we crawl out of the plane, we are met by Collin — my brother Amos' guide from a previous visit. Amos and Collin have kept in touch, and they greet each other as old friends. Nearby, there is a small bamboo hut housing a single bathroom and supporting a roof that extends over a concrete veranda. Members of the safari crew have arrived before us and set up a reception — linen, real glass, drinks and snacks.
We munch wasabi peanuts and dried fruit while our baggage is loaded into the van.