The 2026 Birding Big Year: Integrity, Biomes, and the Bindo App!
It is now the 20th of January. For most, the initial burst of New Year’s energy has started to wane, replaced by the mundane reality of the working year. But …
It is now the 20th of January. For most, the initial burst of New Year’s energy has started to wane, replaced by the mundane reality of the working year. But …
This week at Londolozi, we got a blunt reminder of who’s actually in charge out here. A massive weather system off the Mozambique coast has essentially rewritten the map, bringing …
I know it’s not just me, but every January my feed is flooded with New Years resolutions like: “I’ll exercise more,” “I’ll eat better,” “I’ll scroll less.” And yet, more …
It’s currently Thursday morning, and if I step outside the office, I’m fairly certain I’ll need a snorkel. The Lowveld has been under a relentless, grey curtain for nearly seven …
I’ve been waiting a long time to write this one. Certain sightings feel less like an encounter and more like a moment you’ve been waiting for without realising it. This …
There are mornings at Londolozi when the bush feels as though it is holding its breath. The light is soft, the air still, and the only evidence of life is …
The bush has a way of keeping you humble. You can head out with a plan and a mission, but the “machinations” of the wilderness always have the final say. …
And just like that, another week in the Londolozi wilderness has come and gone, more than a week into the year 2026. Time has a strange way of accelerating out …
An evening of bucketing rain resulted in a tricky start to the morning game drive. The roads were slick, visibility was low, and the bush felt unusually quiet. However, we …
Do hyenas hunt more than we give them credit for? The short answer is yes. There is no denying that hyenas are excellent scavengers, and in an ecosystem where they …
As we gathered beneath the lantern-lit canopy, the air was thick with warmth and a sense of belonging. The design spoke in layers rather than statements. Inky green, black, and …
In the bush, we often fall into the trap of looking for the “perfect” moment—the pristine lion on a rock or the elephant silhouette against a sunset. But if you …
Last autumn, a guest asked me a question I couldn’t immediately answer. We were sitting at the fire after dinner, the flames pulling light from our faces and giving it …
The calendar has once again done that neat, almost offensively quick trick of turning over, and we find ourselves squinting into the blinding light of a new year. On the …
Happy New Year! Another year gone by. Another year at Londolozi measured not in months or milestones, but in sunrises and sundowners, fireside conversations, chasing alarm calls, summer thunderstorms, waking …