The King and I

I went fishing with the King of Lesotho in his breathtaking country. When I say breathtaking, I mean both in the sense of awe inspiring natural splendour, and thin air that squeezes the unused lungs of those not born to a high altitude existence. You have to be tough to live there. This tiny mountain Kingdom, surrounded entirely by South Africa, lays claim to having the highest lowest point of any country in the world,

Orange is Green for all Ages

The vast open spaces of the Northern Cape in South Africa are breathtaking. Not in the way a Renaissance Cathedral in Rome, or your first glimpse of the Grand Canyon would do it, but rather a slow realization that here you need to calm down and breathe, or somehow be out of place. The vegetation is sparse and desert like, with scraggly bushes eeking out a life virtually devoid of water. Koppies of granite and

Fishing at Ichingo Chobe River Lodge

There is arguably only one place in the world where the boundaries of four countries meet.  This “quadripoint” includes Namibia, Botswana, Zambia and Zimbabwe and occurs at the confluence of the Chobe and Zambezi Rivers. This would then potentially make it possible, for example, to catch a Tiger fish in four countries in one afternoon without getting off the boat. Anyone keen to give that a go? Of course wherever boundaries occur in rivers there

Illustrious Invermooi

If you’re looking for the quintessential KZN Midlands experience with rolling mist shrouded hills, roaring log fires and pristine Trout lakes and rivers, you’re in luck. Invermooi Farm, under new ownership, has undergone a major facelift and now offers superb accommodation in a number of refurbished cottages complimenting what has always been considered one of the most beautiful farms in this spectacular area. I first visited Invermooi as a young boy and have been fortunate

Mount Kenya Magic

Getting to Mount Kenya by vehicle from Nairobi is interesting to say the least. It’s 160 km and takes around 5 hours on what are ostensibly tar roads which would have Mr. MacAdam spinning in his grave. The gay abandon with which Kenyans drive is akin to putting a bunch of drunk teenagers into dodgem cars and advising them not to crash into each other. Road signs and markings, if there are any, are really

The Long Con

Tigers have always been my preferred fresh water species to catch on fly and my meagre pen just isn’t capable of adequately describing that adrenalin inducing experience. But on a whim late last year I decided to do something completely different. So I told my wife I loved her. The immediate look of suspicion had me wondering if I’d gone too far. And then the moment passed. When I say passed, I mean in terms