In 1996, Deborah and I went back to Africa with my parents for six weeks.  I hadn't been there since 1969 at the age of 16, so it was a homecoming for me.
    Arriving at Mindolo Ecumenical Centre, just north of Kitwe.  We are joined in this photo by a boy who is the same age as I was when I lived there.  He has built a wire car, a wide-spread local craft item that most boys learn to make, since store-bought toys of the type our children are used to having are quite out of their reach.

    In Botswana, we stayed at Gunn's Camp. This view is from the water

Dawn over the Okavango Delta, the largest inland delta in the world, and one of the world's greatest ecological treasures.  It is a watery paradise where fish, birds and animals proliferate in the virtual absence of humans.

This is a typical sunset.

        This is the 180 degree opposite view, from the balcony of the building you see above, looking out over the delta.  Adventure awaits down around the bend on the meandering channel which leads off to your right.  You'll get there in a makoro, a dug-out made from a sausage tree, poled along by your guide.  Our guide Dix is in the photo, taking my parents out; he lost his own father to the jaws of a hippo, doing the same job many years earlier.

In Zimbabwe, Deb and I pose in front of a 1,500 year old boabab tree on the banks of the river that flows over Victoria Falls.

We visited a crocodile ranch, where Deb considered taking one homeas a pet, but was persuaded that she already has a large enough menagerie at home...

        It's a good thing that I dissuaded her.  Little crocs soon grow up to be really big ones.  Mind you, in Zimbabwe, that's no problem: they simply become steaks, purses, leather belts...

Zimbabwean's also know how to keep the tourists under control.

     In Hwange Game Reserve, (which was called "Wankie" the last time I went there),  the pachyderm below us for a little distance, but we came back.


Deborah's breath was taken away by a sight that not many people experience in a lifetime: an elephant herd visiting the water hole for a bath and a long drink.

In Bulawayo, we hooked up by pure co-incidence with Calvin Peters, who teaches at Trinity College in Toronto, and we visited the Great Zimbabwe together

Perhaps Africa pried loose some part of Calvin's deep inner nature, or perhaps it was just the Mefloquin.  I have no excuse, I get this way on a regular basis.

Here is Deborah enjoying a "ricksha" ride, one of the oldest urban traditions in Durban, South Africa

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