The port in early morning is all hustle and bustle as crews are loading up the ships. Dollies and wagons carry crates and equipment down the dock past a long row of vessels’ sterns. Dive tanks are tossed from man to man and slipped into slots ready for the first dive, or clanged into piles on decks for the subsequent ones.
Someone has just radioed us the whereabouts of a pride of lions and we’re hot on its trail in the Oganva Reserve in northern Namibia. Although it’s a sunny afternoon, the rainy season began last month – the vegetation is green and the dirt trails that we follow are bumpy and puddled.
I arrive at Capital Park Station in Pretoria, South Africa for a 1,600-kilometer train ride to Cape Town.