After a couple of hour layover in Jo'burg we boarded SAA flight 24 to Harare, the capital of Zimbabwe. For those of you old enough to remember, Zimbabwe used to be called Rhodesia and Harare was Salisbury. The country was for many years the shining star and breadbasket of southern Africa. That of course has changed dramatically in the last decade and a half since I started going there. While most of the people you meet there are very good folks, the political and economic environment is not healthy. We arrived in Harare at 9:20 pm and spent the half hour minimum required to get through immigration. Fortunately, all our luggage arrived with us. We got a porter, provided the firearms paperwork that I had filled out in Oklahoma City, showed the serial numbers on the rifles, explained that the other items in the gun case were a bow and arrows, and eventually were ushered through the process without undue delay or problems.
We were met by Wendy,the representative of our safari company, Mokore Safaris, whom I knew from before. Wendy and a friend of hers took us to the house owned by the Duckworths on the other side of Harare. It is a beautiful home with a pool and tennis court and the guest house where the clients stay behind the main residence. The grounds are located behind high walls and an electronic gate, with electrified fencing at the top and an armed guard who patrols the grounds at all times. Still, there have been breakins and thefts at the house. Fortunately, violent crime at the city residences is rare. Most criminals are just trying to get something to live on because the unemployment rate exceeds 80%.
When we got into the guest house and were getting ready for bed, we noticed that we had no water. That meant the pump was not on, so I had to wake up the hired help and ask for the pump to be turned on. That done we could use the faucets and flush the toilet. Unfortunately, the hot water heater was not on either, so there would be no showers that night after our long trip. Tired and stinky, we fell asleep around mid-night and awoke at 6 am.
With no hot water in the guest house, we asked whether it would be possible to get warm showers. Remember, this is the southern hemisphere, and it is chilly there at night and in the mornings because it is the dead of winter. The low temperatures were in the 40s and 50s with high temperatures into the 70s and low 80s. That put water temperatures in the high 50s to low 60s which is a little cooler than what we prefer for showers. We were told we could use the main house to shower. We got cleaned up, ate breakfast and were picked up by Wendy to head to the airport.
At the airport our pilot, Giles, met us and got all our luggage and firearms through security and onto his plane. He then started his plane and turned the controls over to me while he manned the radio. I am a pilot and have flown with Giles before, so I get to do all the flying when I am in his plane. We taxied out to the runway, took off and winged our way across the beautiful countryside half way across Zim to a 3000 foot runway located just a few minutes from our hunting camp at Mokore. I buzzed the camp on our way in to let them know to send a vehicle to the airstrip and then set up for landing. We came over the river on short final approach, pulled the power back, touched down with the stall warning blaring (just as we should), and rolled out to the point less than halfway down the runway where the vehicle would be coming in from the road. Just after shutdown, up rolled Barrie and Bertie Duckworth, our hosts and good friends. Then it was off to camp to settle in and eat some lunch. Here is the camp as we rolled in.

I had been to this particular camp twice before, so it is very familiar. It reminds me of a little Hansel and Gretel village and is very quaint and pretty. The cottages have thatched roofs, hot and cold running water (hot when there is a fire burning in the hot water heater outside each cottage), a large shower, sink and flush toilet. It is really luxurious compared to the typical hunting camp in the US. Here are some views of the Turgwe River that flows below the camp as viewed from the deck at the outdoor dining room.

Allan