THE ZAMBEZI VALLEY: The View Through the Tamarind Trees

On our second morning two of our group decided to take a canoe trip from the pumphouse down the river back to Tamarind Tented Camp. Under the expert direction of Titch, who has over twenty years’ experience guiding on the Zambezi, they negotiated submerged tree stumps while maintaining a good distance from the hippos relaxing in the river. After coming in ahead of three other canoes they did admit to stranding themselves on a couple of sandbars, rowing into Titch’s canoe a couple of times and inadvertently making the canoe go backwards through their rather errant paddling!

The Magic of Trees

THE TREE’S PRAYER ~ anonymous
You who would pass by and raise your hand
against me, harken ere you harm me:
I am the heat of your fire on the cold
winter’s nights, the friendly shade
screening you from the summer sun,
and my fruits are refreshing draughts
quenching your thirst as you journey on.
I am the beam that holds your house,
the board of your table, the bed on
Which you lie and the timber that
builds your boat
I am the handle of your hoe, the door of
your homestead, the wood of your cradle
and the shell of your coffin
I am the gift of God and the friend of man.
You who pass by listen to my prayer –