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Ex-pat 007: An insight into ex-pat life.

I live a double life. One only an ex-pat will understand.

I am an English girl with an English family, used to pubs, shopping and short winter/long summer days, but I am also a traveller, writer photographer in the wilds of Africa where the sun sets on the equator at the same time every day of the year and the shopping really isn’t all that! I am a daughter of British parents, I am soon to be the wife of a man who was born here in East Africa. Where do I belong?

The longer you stay away from your country of origin the harder it becomes. The problem is the new place becomes home too. And after a few years it isn’t even the new place any more, it’s just home…

Except it’s not. You still have to apply for a visa. You are still very conscious that you are different in many fundamental ways, and family and friends back in your place of birth still need/want/expect to see you every now and again. That generally means taking your one big holiday a year in a country you’ve been to loads of times before. Don’t get me wrong, of course we all want to see those friends and family, but this is not a holiday!

Plus, most people who move out to another country do so because they want to see the world, to travel – so using half the year’s holiday on a trip ‘home’ every year can be a frustration… one we all choose to accommodate however because… well, what’s the alternative? We love those people. I’m not saying it’s a hardship, just an odd set up compared to most people’s lives.

Plus there is the fact that Africa is a bizarrely daunting prospect to many people so most are not keen to visit us. They have only seen in on the news or National Geographic – one handles starvation and war, the other man eaters! Plus there are injections to be had and the potential for malaria, and – ok – it isn’t a cheap trip. I’m telling you, it took me seven years to get my brother here!

Anyway, the upshot is we are forced to split our lives. Although the balance changes as life gets more entrenched in whatever country you choose you will be accommodating another culture, another calendar, and a set of family members and friends who simply can’t imagine your life out there.

My friends in Tanzania, aside from the East African ones, are from India, Australia, Holland, England, Denmark, Vietnam… ok I’ll stop, but I could go on. The varied lives intertwine with ease because we are all displaced. We know we chose this, and we reap the benefits of a wonderful life on this incredible continent, but we can also empathise with what it is to miss people, to feel lost. And I need that, not least because whenever I do travel back to the country I came from, I do so all ready to share – I bring warm, bright, visceral stories of Africa and I am all ready to spill them out, but in reality they seep from me like the receding tide disappearing into the sand because they are overwhelmed by the normality of ‘home’ life. I am welcomed back and absorbed back in.

Back in the UK, whenever I visit, I drive past a farm market; a local produce place with a little petting farm to entertain the kids in the form of goats, a donkey… an ostrich and a buffalo! Often I see them in the snow, or with a gentle icy frosting, breathing clouds of cold air and I think ‘I know how you feel’. They are part of the landscape yet they do not belong. That is true anywhere I go now, after 8 years away.

It is an odd thing to be an ex-pat anywhere in the world, but it’s a fascinating experience to work towards understanding the country we have come to and it unifies the ex-pat communities in away perhaps nothing else could. So can people earn a sense of belonging? Yes, I think so, to some extent at least. But will we ever be able to escape the double life? Probably not. I have many friends born in East Africa as third or even fourth generation Tanzanians, but even they must flit to India, Germany, Italy or Scotland to return to their roots every now and again. I think after a while, even if you returned permanently back to your country of origin you would simply have the same situation but in reverse and be popping to East Africa to visit people and places and get your fix. We’ve made our beds, now we must lie in them… all over the place, and always packing and unpacking a suitcase!

It’s even reflected in my semantics – when I am in England I refer to ‘heading home’ meaning Africa, when I am in Africa I talk endlessly about things ‘back home’.

As I’ve said, it’s a life we choose. It’s one that many people find hard to understand and one that many of us often struggle with, but we do also get the best of both worlds and mustn’t forget that.

Part of my reason for my recent silence, as many of you know, is that I’ve been in the UK and have barely paused for breath. Holiday? Not really! But it certainly served to highlight how fantastic it is to have people who have known you for years, as a child even, and who care so much about you that they will do things like travel miles, fit in with complex plans and give their time and energy to make sure you have time together and can catch up. These people – together with a family who never criticise the choice I made or make me feel guilty – make it all seem better (the shopping helps to!!). No seriously – thank you friends and family for accepting my double life and letting me pop in and out and never resenting it. My hen do and the subsequent meet ups have been so fantastic.

I hope this paints a little part of the picture for those of you who have never lived the ex-pat life, and for those who do (or have) I hope it rings some little bells of truth. As always please feel free to comment, it’s so good to see your comments every week.

Mel x


TIA Tales – Authentic Selous

So the adventures began back in May this year with a safari into Selous – the world’s largest game reserve – more than three times the size of the Serengeti, and larger than Switzerland! The text below is from one of the articles I wrote about the trip (it’s already been published in Travel News so I’m allowed to put it on here – keep an eye out for other articles in Destination, Salt and Pepper and Bird Watching over the next month or two!). You guys get the added bonus of loads and loads of photos! I’ve added Authentic Tanzania’s contact info – the company that I went with, in case any of you are interested in doing something similar.

The Experience

The day the message arrived I had no idea what sort of a journey was to come. I had been invited to experience a ‘nomadic’ or wilderness camp – one that moves to follow game movements – with Authentic Tanzania, a specialist company which has exclusive rights to use sites outside of the standard public camping spots. ‘Sure’ I’d said, just excited to have the opportunity to visit Selous, but with no concept of all the adventures that awaited me.Image

I was to ‘shadow’ (anyone who knows me knows that a ridiculous term for me – shadows are quiet!) two clients who were visiting Tanzania for the first time from the USA. Jude had done a safari in the Mara before, whilst Debs had never been in the bush at all. They were both seasoned travelers but neither knew quite what to expect. So, three of us and the Authentic Tanzania team all met up at the gates of Selous where their plane landed (I had driven in from Dar es Salaam earlier that day with Sven Liebchen, the company’s owner and our guide for the trip).


Entering the Selous

Going through the gates felt somehow more significant than in any other park I’ve been to. Perhaps it is the weight of history present in this reserve, or the knowledge of how wild, isolated and huge it is. Perhaps it was the closeness of the vivid green wet season undergrowth or the treacherous sections of black cotton soil on the roads – either way, we were all pretty excited.

It was already mid-afternoon so we began to make our way to camp, but we were already getting a feel for this very unique landscape. It changes constantly; opening out into scrubland, then marshland and lake, hilly backdrops, Acacia forests, crazy cacti and dried river beds. Sven, our driver and animal expert, explained that you can cross a road or river section and then return just a few hours later to find it has completely changed due to rain. This is a place where you need a sense of direction – I’m glad I had Sven!

We quickly spotted Impala and giraffe; lots of giraffe – little lollipop lines of babies all apparently born in the off season. (The Selous is closed during the worst weather of the year since the terrain just becomes too extreme). The Selous is known for its giraffe.


It was perfect, just to watch the world go by. We had almost reached camp and were beginning to relax into the safari experience when our first outstanding safari moment occurred. Sven spotted a Cobra and then quickly realized it was under attack. A Slender Mongoose, a diminutive little thing with pretty fur… and razor sharp teeth was attacking with all its guile, whilst the snake did it’s best to fend him off. Sven launched into a Steve-Irwin-style-Attenborough-content excited commentary of exactly what was going on. ‘Even though he had done this thousands of time, he was as excited as we were for each new animal encounter,’ commented one of the girls. It was riveting and we all leaned forwards, straining to see the events unfold through the long grass. Quite a scene!


With our Cobra mortally wounded and the mongoose settling back to wait it out, we then moved towards camp… And there another spectacular scene awaited us.

The camp

The sun was setting behind us and the colours on the Nzerakera lake, where Sven had elected to set up camp for our trip, provided a mesmerizing backdrop to what amounted to a tiny village of tents.Image

Gin and tonics were instantly produced and before we knew it we were settled in and enjoying a fire under the star studded sky before dinner.

These private camps really are a totally new way to do safari and experience the bush. The American term is ‘glamping’ (glamourous camping) and it certainly applies here. This is seriously comfortable camping. Authentic Tanzania sends its team out at least a day in advance of the wageni (visitors) and sets up tents with toilets, showers, proper beds and all sorts of little personal touches too. There’s also a camp sitting room, library, mess or dining tent and staff quarters – they’re doing nothing by halves! Solar power means little lanterns light your way at night, and that you can charge essential electrical items like camera batteries, in spite of being – quite literally – in the middle of nowhere.


And the food… was… fantastic. Everything is made at camp – even fresh bread. A full English breakfast greets you at sunrise and a three course dinner follows sunset. Bush lunches and snacks are provided whether you return to camp to get out of the midday heat or continue on a full day game drive.

Right, so I was all set. The accommodation was certainly a pleasant surprise (I had texted to check if I needed a sleeping bag just prior to leaving – clearly not!). Fireflies danced for us and the tunes of cicadas, crickets, hippo and hyena sang us to sleep.

Safari – day 1

We had the next two full days to explore before a river cruise would take us out of the park along the beautiful Rufiji River.


I’d been warned the roads may be bad and the game may be sparse since this is such a vast and wild environment, but with our guide’s keen eyes and incredible level of knowledge about the animals and their environment we were quickly finding all sorts. giraffe, wildebeest, Yellow Baboons (quite different to the Olive Baboons you’d commonly find in the Mara or Serengeti) and hippos are in abundance, but Sven was always keen to do better. His knowledge of their preferred territories and ability to anticipate their behaviour led to some incredible finds.


For a start, he noticed vultures circling. Everyone knows that means there’s been a kill, but recognizing the type of vulture and thus predicting what state the carcass is likely to be in and tracking the landing patterns to find the exact spot where the dead animal is – now that’s good guiding! Of course it helps that there are multiple routes to take in the Selous so you can access the more remote corners. The little tracks caused by animals and vehicles apparently alter all the time as nature requires, but they are plentiful. This is great as it means there’s usually a way to reach the point where the animals are, and not so great as it would be really easy to get lost!


A further example was when Sven suddenly pulled up and there, right beside us, was a pride of 11 sleeping lions. As though Sven had briefed him, a young male stretched and stood, preparing to exhibit some behaviour a little more interesting than the usual day time sleep we tend to see. We watched, enthralled, as the huge cat launched himself into the nearest tree and then climbed and settled himself – albeit somewhat uncomfortably initially – into the branches, on the look out for something to eat. Magnificent. We stayed alongside the pride for the rest of the afternoon.


That’s another thing about taking a private camp safari – the guarantee of no other tourists in your vehicle means you can choose to stay as long as you like at each point, without needing to accommodate anyone else’s interests.

I got lucky, Jude and Debs were into every aspect of safari. Yes, of course we wanted to see the big cats, but learning that the Lilac-Breasted Roller has seven shades of blue in its feathers; that the Southern Ground-Hornbill is a pack bird with an alpha male and female; or that the Oxpecker not only cleans but also serves to keep wounds open sometimes, was all absolutely fascinating as well. There was no question we could find that Sven could not answer.


Having discovered Eland, elephants, crocodiles, waterbuck, zebra, hyena and literally hundreds of different birds, we ventured into a clearing beside a dry river bed where Sven said there had been some cat activity last season. Sure enough we quickly sniffed out a fresh kill, but its perpetrator was nowhere to be found. The sun was sinking and Sven advised we return to catch the culprit at first light. The hunt was on.

Safari – Day 2

The following morning we threw coffee down our necks and leapt excitedly into the vehicle again, whilst trying to control our anticipation, knowing we may well see nothing. But Sven was absolutely right and as soon as we pulled up the intimidating yellow eyes of a large male leopard locked onto mine.


He promptly secured his powerful jaws around what now remained of the wildebeest carcass we had found the night before and dragged the deadweight a little further back into the grass, but quickly realized he was safe – we didn’t want his breakfast, the maggots and smell were enough to secure that! – so he didn’t go too far. Once comfortable he continued his meal, crunching bones and chewing noisily, pausing to lick his Imagepaws and face at regular intervals whilst we were just a few feet away.

Because we had been positioned right near where Authentic Tanzania felt the predominance of game would be for that time in the season we had been just moments away and were able to make the most of every minute. And we were the only vehicle there to see it. In fact, we hardly saw another vehicle the entire trip (another great thing about Selous). As the sun rose, this beautiful creature took its time, only leaving when it had reduced the wildebeest to skin and bone – literally. What a privilege to witness.

Next it was our turn for breakfast as the Authentic team produced a table, tablecloth, fresh fruit, bacon sandwiches and hot coffee in the middle of clearing just far enough away from the leopard’s territory!

And then we were off again. The girls learned about Yellow Baboons’ red bottoms, Vervet Monkey’s blue balls and the terrifying barbs a male lion features on his unmentionables! We laughed and laughed at the ‘safari smut’, reduced to little children by the shear joy and exhilaration of being so totally consumed by the wilds of Africa.

Our day was positively packed with sightings, learning new facts and understanding the environment a little better. We returned to our camp weary and joyful, enjoying the scene as little Quelea birds moved like shoals of fish against the sunset; twisting and turning in giant formations through the air.

River Cruise

The following morning we had time for one last drive and then we had arranged to meet Selous Great Water Lodge’s boat. The Lodge is located outside the park, right on the river and far enough away from the numerous other camps to maintain the feeling of being entirely in the wild (which it is, in spite of being outside the actual map lines of the park – the animals are not big on maps!).


From water level we were able to enjoy a whole new perspective of the Rufiji – which up until now had presented itself more as a series of beautiful lakes than as one continuous flow of water.

We watched elephant probe the palm fruits, crocodiles launching themselves into the water, hundreds of White-Fronted Bee-Eaters chasing butterflies and insects and great globular pods of hippos.



I was sad to say goodbye to the park as we passed the spot that marks the transition into village life and began to enjoy scenes of people washing and drawing water (using plastic pots tied onto long sticks to avoid the threat of crocodiles) and hopping out of mokoro-style water taxis.  But, the adventure was not over quite yet. As the sun set behind us we were welcomed into Selous Great Water Camp, accompanied by the odd little sound of bush babies in the trees.


Our last night

This small camp is simple, rustic even, but very comfortable. It is set in the perfect spot, right on a bend in the river and offers a range of activities to its guests as a result of its location – such as the river trip we did downstream from within the park as well as sunset river cruises, cultural tours to nearby villages, walking safaris through the local forest, and of course game drives in the reserve. Their resident guide is excellent on both fauna and flora. They are also happy to organize other activities on request – a fishing trip and a cycle tour through nearby villages are recent examples. With four banda/lodge rooms and one huge luxury tent, the lodge retains a boutique feel and very personal service, and we were extremely well fed and looked after.

John, the owner, described the previous morning to us where he had arisen to witness a full moon, a golden river and a lion roaring on the opposite side of the bank. Pure magic I thought to myself.

I had to smile when the following morning I awoke to the rolling resonations of a lion just across the water myself.


Getting network in Selous is not that easy! Hence the delay in posting this (well, that’s part of the excuse anyway!).



Authentic Tanzania – bespoke wilderness experiences

Tel: +255 (0) 786 019 965

E-mail: info@authentictanzania.com

Website: http://www.authentictanzania.com

Selous Great Water Lodge

Tel: +255 784 361 951

E-mail: info@selouslodge.co.tz

Website: http://www.selouslodge.co.tz

Chartered Flights – Coastal

Tel: +255 222 602 430/431

Website: http://www.coastal.cc

We chose a wild dog as our logo as we champion truly wild places which are the last territories of this endangered animal – only 3000-5,500 dogs remain in the wild worldwide, 20% of which are in the Selous! With no permanent base, except when the pups are very young, they are nomads who roam over a home range of 500-1,000 square miles not too dissimilar to us at Authentic Tanzania really!” Sven Liebchen, Company Director, June 2012.


TIA Tales – Mel’s back!

Hi blog fans, I’m terribly sorry if I’ve totally ruined your past couple of months by not writing and you’re pining away with terrible withdrawal symptoms…No? OK well, maybe you just noticed I hadn’t written for a while!

As some of you know I’ve been off on a whole series of adventures from Selous, to Mombasa to the UK and the Olympics, and mad wedding shopping, through to Ruaha National Park, Nairobi and the Serengeti, and now I’m finally home in Mwanza. So it seems only right to share a few of the adventures with you over the next few blog posts. Plus there’s the stuff I started with the animal stories (think I promised buffalo tales next!) so there’s plenty to chat about.

To kick it all off I’m going to start by telling you about my amazing trip to Selous and sharing some of the pics. I’ll post that later today. But first I wanted to say a huge thank you to everyone I’ve spent time with in the past few weeks, everyone who’s put time aside to spend with me and everyone who went out of their way to help with all the things I had to do. You are all fantastic. Thanks. xx