Last year, in Zimbabwe, we walked up the course of a river called the Ramonjie, from it's confluence with the Zambezi.
We walked along the dry riverbed, into the hills , for about miles 15 to 20 miles, where we sat in a small valley, by a spring , and watched a host of Africa's dangerous and beautiful fauna come down to drink and wallow in the early afternoon heat.The place had this mystical look and feel to it, with smoothed out tree stumps, mahogany trees both fallen and some still standing and the area scattered with the flowers from a sausage tree. It was like being in a dream, and remains etched in my memory as one of the best and most memorable spots in Africa (to date).
M.