Call of the wild
The hot South African sun provides the perfect excuse, if one were needed, to cool o_ in the private pool at the rear of my suite. Staring out towards the waterhole located less than 800 metres away, a barely perceptible movement and an inelegant grunt reveals the slick black rock at its centre to be a hippopotamus. A sound at close range snaps my head upwards: to my left is a kudu, its delicate stripes, like running paint, rippling as it bends and lifts its twisted horns to munch at the vegetation that separates my lodge from its neighbour.
Close encounters like these are at the heart of the experience at Sabi Sabi Private Game Reserve, where conservation and sustainability have been pillars of the offering for 40 years. Yet, despite the luxurious lap in which I sit, I find myself shifting uneasily.
A return flight between London and Johannesburg adds 1.44 tonnes of CO2 to my footprint,
