Namibia: Helping Track and Preserve Leopards
Sue McVerry takes us to Namibia to help with the population of leopards and see Africa’s other beautiful wildlife.
Sue McVerry takes us to Namibia to help with the population of leopards and see Africa’s other beautiful wildlife.
Namibia: A traveler took advantage of being alone and went on a solo safari!
Namibia: A Safari on Horseback. traveling across the desert in Namibia on horseback
Namibia: Tracking Rhinos with Local experts in the Savannah By Margie Goldsmith I bounced along the rocky track beneath the cloudless cerulean sky with my guide, Raymond, looking for a rhinoceros in Damaraland, Namibia. This area has the largest population of African free-roaming desert-adapted black rhino and is the reason…
By Janis Turk “Now Africa received him, and would change him, and make him one with herself.” — Isak Dinesen Quiet. I write the word in my travel journal. It buzzes like a mosquito about my head. Not “roar,” “wild” or “vast,” as I might have imagined. No, the overwhelming, all-encompassing…
Namibia: Cindy-Lou Dale visits a unique wildlife sanctuary in Namibia dedicated to preserving both wildlife and the culture of the Bushmen tribes.
Read Cindy-Lou Dale’s story about the Harnas Wildlife Sanctuary. Find further details on Harnas Wildlife Foundation.
Story and photos by Cindy-Lou Dale Namibia, the land of never-ending color, rock formations and haunting emptiness, is a vast and barren region in the south western corner of the African continent — wedged between Angola to the north, Botswana to the east and South Africa in the south and…
Welcome to my village: Locally based, community supported African travel visits. A summary of opportunities to live with Africans in their villages.
With the increased popularity safaris amongst visitors to Africa, “going on safari” is no longer limited to camping in a canvas tent and riding through jungles.
In a Desert Land: Namibia By Jono David I knew there was something special about this vast desert land when the immigration officer at the windswept Noordoewer border crossing asked me for a pen. “Sorry, I don’t have one,” I said with surrendering hands, looking to another tourist for…