Caroline Hurry chats to Kevin Leo Smith about how to run a successful safari operation in Africa, potential snares to avoid and his own preferences when it comes to spending time in the bush with his family
In the wee hours, I awoke with a start. Something ‒ or someone ‒ kept switching on the bathroom light. It would shine for a few minutes, then go dark. My husband snored on despite my persistent prodding, so I got up to gaze across the moonlit garden and fields, listening for clanking chains or deathly moans. Ikke noget!
Around 2600-miles north of its Patagonian tail, the Atacaman head of serpentine Chile snakes into Bolivia, Peru, and Argentina. Stripped down to shape and shadow, this desiccated Disneyland lures adventurers, archaeologists, and astronomers alike.
From the rabbit hole, as the first platform was aptly named, I plunged like Alice into a wonderland of treetops, vines, dappled sunlight, waterfalls and rainbows. Dangling above it all like pantomime fairy, I waited for vertigo to strike