Now before you freak out let me say that no self-respecting dung beetle is going to find itself inside a cocktail. Dung beetles are far too important for that. Their job is to get rid of all the nasty bugs in dung and therefore cut down on the spread of disease in the local animals. They are industrious and hard-working and have even been imported into New Zealand to help cut down on the bugs that spread disease among sheep and cattle.
Dung beetles have been around for ever and have been appropriately honoured for their role in nature.
Just watching a dung beetle at work is fascinating. As they roll the ball of dung it gets bigger and bigger and they just keep going.
When you do your next African safari you will get the chance to observe them “in the wild” and participate in a fun game with your game ranger seeing how far you can spit out a ball of rolled dung – usually Impala as their poop is small like marbles. You certainly wouldn’t want to try to spit out elephant dung!! It’s not obligatory but it will make you feel closer to the dung beetle.
So there! Maybe after this you need a drink. Well you won’t find a dung beetle in a cocktail any time soon. However you may find other insects in cocktails that are becoming more popular. Strangely.
Not sure how you would feel if you were presented with this cocktail –
This is an Aztec-themed drink served in a skull-shaped mug and garnished with a paper cone stuffed to the brim with buffalo worms. Apparently Grey Goose vodka goes very well with worms or crickets.
Or how about this one from Thailand?
Or this one from who knows where….
It’s part of the fun people – watching dung beetles, spitting out impala poop and drinking weird drinks. Watch out insects …. here we come.
Africa seems to be getting more interactive. Now you can walk with the Lions at Victoria Falls. Some of my clients have expressed reservation about this activity and I can’t say I blame them having seen these magnificent creatures close up.
I recall being in Sabi Sands game reserve on an evening game drive with my children and nieces when they were quite young. We had come across quite a large pride of lion headed up by a very big male with an impressive mane. We sat quite still in the landrover while the lion walked right around us. My niece was in the jump seat right at the back and was watching the lion walk right under her. There was a lot of whispering, quiet crying and lots of clutching – but what a moment to remember!
There are always those visitors who don’t quite get it that these are wild animals. We would be quite amazed when I lived in South Africa about stories of tourists who would get out of their vehicles for a photo opportunity with a pride of lion. Lion vs Tourist? Lion wins hands down every time – sorry paws down every time. However this incident takes the cake – how a drunken man takes on an elephant. Luckily for him the elephant was confused and backed off. Probably realised that the idiot charging him was “in a drunken stupor”.
Look at this idiot. Poor elephant is quite bewildered. He is probably thinking to himself “Seriously? Doesn’t this guy know he should get back into his vehicle before I really lose it.”
Or here’s another “beaut” as the Ozzies would say – (courtesy of Fox News) A drunk Australian tourist decided to end a night of drinking by trying to ride a crocodile. The tourist, who was visiting Broome Crocodile Park in Western Australia, broke into a reptile park and climbed onto the back of a 16ft-long crocodile called Fatso. Luckily for him, Fatso was nonplussed, until the man tried to sit on his back. That’s when he got annoyed and bit him on his leg. “Saltwater crocodiles … once they get hold of you, are not renowned for letting you go,” Broome Police Sgt. Roger Haynes said. “He’s lucky to have escaped with his life.”
Also worthy of “notable mention” – In a scene out of the movie “The Hangover”, two British tourists in Australia though it was a brilliant idea to break into an animal park and steal a penguin. Rhys Owen Jones, 21 and Keri Mules, 20 broke into Sea World on Queensland’s Gold Coast during an alcohol-fueled escapade where they not only stole a fairy penguin, named Dirk, they swam with dolphins and let off a fire extinguisher in a shark enclosure. The two admitted to a court in Queensland that they could not remember much about what had happened the night before. They were ultimately located because they had taken to Facebook to brag about their hijinks before passing out from all the booze.
You have to wonder – who are the animals and who are the humans?
Well – that’s a surprise… not.
Bob, as Robert Mugabe is “affectionately” known, has run Zimbabwe like his own personal fiefdom. His family’s lavish shopping trips to Harrods are well-known while at home in Zimbabwe people starved. We had stopped booking Air Zimbabwe long ago because of the unpredictability of the flights. Schedules were ignored when the plane was required for the President or Mrs. and passengers would be left stranded. So all those ex-Zim residents who return yearly to visit friends and family would go the route of flying into Johannesburg and then flying into Zimbabwe on South African Airways or BA.
Even then it is not that easy as there is always that issue of “the visa”. Mmmm, how much will they charge this time. Explaining this to clients planning a trip to Vic Falls is tricky. The visa could be $50 US or it could be $75 US – but really it could depend on the mood of the officer on duty. I try to explain it away with the reminder that “well – this is Africa you know”.
It was inevitable that something would happen to Air Zimbabwe after having had one of its planes impounded in London due to unpaid debts. This is the reason they stopped flying into South Africa because of the threat of having another aircraft impounded. By the end of last year its pilots had had enough and walked off the job. Why? Well it wasn’t about pensions, benefits or how much they were being paid. It was simply because they weren’t being paid at all.
Full article at http://www.timeslive.co.za/africa/2012/02/24/air-zimbabwe-suspends-all-flights
I’m homesick. That’s weird … because I am home. Canada is my home now. So why am I homesick and for where? I was born in England ……. nah…… not homesick for England.
I grew up in South Africa – and that’s the problem. I have this sudden longing for the bush. They say you can take the girl out of the bush but you can’t take the bush out of the girl.
There’s something healing about being out in the African bush – and yet it can be a harsh place. Nature rules and there are the hunters and the hunted, the victors and the victims. To see a lioness stalking her prey is thrilling and yet some part of you always wants the poor antelope or zebra to get away. Run! Run! You feel like shouting as the poor buck zig zags across the veldt in panic. The lioness is clever, fast and strong and the antelope seldom wins.
On my last trip to the bush in Sabi Sands Game Reserve we came across a huge pride of lion after the kill. The huge black-maned male could barely move he was so full. He lay with his belly distended, his paws flopping in the air, right in the middle of the track, dozing in the midday sun.
Oh I ate too much
His pride lay around him licking and cleaning and grooming and you could still see the traces of blood on their whiskers and chins. It was a hot day and our ranger knew that they would not move for hours but they would be thirsty later on. We would return after sunset.
Sure enough once the sun had gone down and that strangely fast coldness had descended on the bush we found the pride again – this time stirring from their slumber. As if in answer to an unspoken signal they slowly made their way to their feet and one by one ambled off down the track. Our ranger told us there was a water hole some way in the distance and we followed in the landrover with the large floodlight on the front. The light did not seem to bother them. From time to time one of them would stop and turn back, gazing at us, eyes lighting up in the headlamps of the vehicle. More curious than threatening.
Finally they reached the water-hole. All the females lined up – like a Radio City chorus line – along the edge of the waterhole. With beautiful symmetry they hunched down on their powerful forequarters and daintily lapped up gallons and gallons of water.
We sat in the landrover – speaking in whispers – thrilled and awed by Nature’s beauty.
Heads down ladies
Oh yes – I AM homesick for the bush.
Well I had to come back to work I guess. They wouldn’t let me stow away on the lovely Paul Gauguin so I really had no choice. Check out my story about Tahiti and you will understand why I really have to go back there soon. In fact I am planning a return in May 2011 so stay tuned for more on that.
The South African World Cup is getting closer and flights into South Africa over that period are either hugely expensive or just not available. Some wholesalers are holding group space with hotels and game tickets included but this does not help the expat South Africans who want to go back to visit family over this time. Nevertheless this is a great opportunity for South Africa. As I saw when I went back in November last year the development of roads and facilities in cities all over South Africa have provided much needed employment – especially in areas such as Mpumulanga (near Kruger National Park).
You have no doubt read about the Canadian man who was shot in Mazatlan. That has raised a lot of questions in the media as to whether or not Mexico is a safe destination. The Mexican Tourism officials are working hard to soothe travellers’ fears and it really is a shame that they have been hit with this now. I certainly haven’t noticed a significant number of people not wanting to travel to Mexico – the main concern seems to be with getting the right deal. And let’s face it – you could just as easily be attacked in downtown Calgary.
And finally could we really have a non stop flight from Calgary to Dubai? That would open up so many destinations such as Africa and the Indian Ocean islands including the Maldives. Air Canada is crying “No Fair” – but I like the idea of a night or two in Dubai on my way to South Africa. We’ll see.