Martin Symington went on a camping

Martin Symington went on a camping safari holiday with his wife and three teenagers.
We stood silent under the stars, just meters from our tent, hardly daring to breath. Adam, one of the camp staff, swept a torch beam across a clearing where four impala stood, panicky on their nimble legs. Could they sense the danger they were in? Did they know, as we did, that a female leopard lay under a thorn bush?
She sprang. Four shadowy shapes bounced into the woods. Had the leopard made a successful kill? We all had our theories, but in truth the whole scene had taken place too quickly, and insufficient light, for any of us to be sure. Now we understood why we had been warned not to go out of our tent after dark, except when accompanied by a staff member. In fact, we had been on our way from the tent to the super-time camp-fire when Adam’s torch had unexpectedly caught the leopard’s glinting green eyes. Half an hour later we had a tale to outdo most told around the fire. ‘This has got to be the best nightlife in the world,’ replied Toby, when some middle-aged fellow safari enthusiast asked him how he was enjoying his holiday.
So much for the assortment of self-appointed experts who doubted that safaris and teenagers would be a workable mix. True, this is a difficult age, with adolescents beginning to sense that they are too old for family holidays. But nor did ours want to return to beach resorts with the kind of ‘teen clubs’ they wouldn’t be seen dead in. So, my wife Hennie and I reckoned, if we were going to have one really good family holiday, why not Africa?
Our holiday began with a flight to Arusha airport, then a long drive to West Kilimanjaro Camp - a semi-permanent gathering of explorer-style tents near the base of the great volcano which was to tease us with rare glimpses of her snowy summit which is 5,895 meters high.
We were introduced to Emmanuel Kinayet, our guide who led us on daily bush walks. Our children wanted to ask Emmanuel a thousand questions about himself and his life, but soon realized that was the wrong approach. Rather, his story seeped out by degrees as he escorted us through his homeland, stopping at places such as a muddy waterhole and a herders’ settlement of huts.
Next we took to the hot African sky in a small plane and headed south. Unlike in West Kilimanjaro, there is no human population in the Ruaha other than a lodge for the park rangers, and four small safari camps. We chose to stay at Mdonya Old River Camp, because this is one that avoids luxuries such as soft beds and fluffy towels; these, to my mind, can become obstacles to connecting with nature in the raw. Instead, the five of us shared a simple, yet adequate, tent at the edge of a dried-up sand river.
If there was one disappointment about the wildlife viewing in Tanzania, it was that game drives are not permitted in any of the country’s national parks after dusk. But if anything, this made our night-time meeting with the leopard and impala outside our tent even more special, bringing home to us the rewards of staying at camp where there are no fences, distractions or even electricity.
By day we mixed game drives with walks through the bush under the protection of our guide Esau for the time we spend in Ruaha. He taught us about bush safety: stay attentive and at a distance from the wildlife, and always stand still if you see an animal approaching you. We spotted only plant-eating animals - elephant, zebra and a pair of giraffes - but we all listened carefully to his repeated message to ‘remember that you will see less than one per cent of what sees you’.
Our final hop was over to Zanzibar where we sailed out to a sandbank, swam through bright yellow and pink-and-blue fish and watched a crimson sun set. And we concluded that if there is one family holiday that will have undying teen appeal, it is a safari.

Kết quả (Galicia) 1:

Martin Symington foi en unha festa safari de campamento coa súa esposa e tres adolescentes.
Estivemos en silencio baixo as estrelas, a poucos metros da nosa tenda, mal ousando respirar. Adam, un dos funcionarios do campamento, varreu un feixe facho a través dunha clareira onde catro impala pé, en pánico nas súas pernas áxiles. Eles podían sentir o perigo que estaban en? Será que eles saben, como fixemos, que un leopardo femia estaba baixo un espinheiro?
Ela saltou. Catro formas escuras saltou para o bosque. Tiña o leopardo fixo unha matanza de éxito? Todos tivemos nosas teorías, pero en realidade toda a escena ocorrera moi rapidamente, e luz suficiente para calquera de nós para estar seguro. Agora entendemos por que fora avisado para non saír da nosa tenda despois de escurecer, excepto cando acompañado por un membro do persoal. De feito, foi a camiño da tenda para o super-equipo camp-lume cando facho de Adán tiña vez capturado cintilantes ollos verdes do leopardo. Media hora máis tarde tivemos un conto de superar a maioría dixo ao redor do lume. "Isto ten que ser o mellor vida nocturna do mundo", respondeu Toby, cando algúns compañeiros safari entusiasta de mediana idade preguntei como estaba curtindo súas vacacións.
Tanto para a variedade de expertos auto-nomeados que dubidaba que Safaris e adolescentes sería unha mestura factible. Certo, esta é unha idade difícil, cos adolescentes comezan a sentir que son moi vellos para vacacións en familia. Pero nin o noso querer volver resorts de praia co tipo de "clubes adolescentes 'que non sería visto morto. Entón, a miña muller Hennie e eu contado, se estabamos indo a ter un realmente bo vacacións en familia, por que non ? Africa
noso festivo comezou cun voo ao aeroporto de Arusha, logo dunha longa viaxe para o West Kilimanjaro campamento - unha reunión semi-permanente de tendas en estilo explorador preto da base do gran volcán que era para provocar con raros lampejos de seu cume nevado que é 5.895 metros de altura.
Nós foron introducidas para Emmanuel Kinayet, o noso guía que nos levou no mato camiños diarias. Os nosos fillos quería preguntar Emmanuel mil preguntas sobre si mesmo ea súa vida, pero logo entendeu que era a visión errada. Pola contra, a súa historia escoou fóra aos poucos como el nos acompañou a través da súa terra natal, parando en lugares como un charco lamacentos e liquidación de cabanas de 'pastores.
A continuación, levou ao ceo africano quente nun pequeno avión e seguiu para o sur. Ao contrario, en West Kilimanjaro, non hai poboación humana na Ruaha diferente dun aloxamento para os gardas do parque, e catro campos de safari pequenas. Nós escolleu para estadía no Mdonya Old River Camp, porque este é un que evita luxos como camas suaves e toallas felpudos; Destes, a meu ver, poden chegar a ser obstáculos para conectar coa natureza en estado bruto. Pola contra, os cinco de nós dividimos un simple, pero adecuada, caseta á beira dun río de area seca.
Se había unha decepción sobre a observación da vida salvaxe en Tanzania, foi que as unidades de xogo non se permiten en calquera dos países da parques nacionais tras o anoitecer. Pero se algo, iso fixo a nosa reunión nocturna co leopardo e impala fóra da nosa tenda aínda máis especial, traendo a casa para nós as recompensas de estar no campamento onde non hai valos, distraccións ou mesmo electricidade.
Por día, mesturado unidades de xogo con camiños pola mata baixo a protección do noso guía Esaú para o tempo que pasamos en Ruaha. El nos ensinou sobre a seguridade do arbusto: fique atento ea unha distancia desde a fauna, e sempre estar parado, se ves un animal achegando de ti. Vimos só os animais herbívoros - elefante, cebra e un par de girafas - pero todos escoitou atentamente a mensaxe repetida para "recordar que vai ver menos dun por cento do que ve".
A nosa hop final foi ata Zanzibar onde nós cruzado para un banco de area, nadou través de peixe amarelo e rosa e azul brillante e asistiu a un solpor vermello. E chegamos á conclusión que, se hai un vacacións en familia, que terá chamamento adolescente eterno, é un safari.