As the long, hot autumn season draws to a close at our base of Huerta Grande eco-resort, the rains have finally arrived, clearing the air, refreshing the ground and filling the streams. They bring with them the region’s ‘second spring’, as the parched soils are brought back to life with fresh water and lingering summer warmth.
A wander around the grounds soon supplies some great ingredients for a free meal!
It’s mushroom gatherer’s heaven out there this week as the resident fungi make a grab for moisture.
We know we’re on safe omelette-making ground with the Parasols, but we think we’ll leave the range of decidedly dodgy-looking Agaricales and Russulales to the experts!
For the accompanying salad we’re all set – the forest floor is now a blanket of deliciously sour Wood Sorrel.
In terms of protein, the Cork and Holm oaks are hung with delicious sweet acorns, said to be the foodstuff that gives Iberian ham its special flavour. We’re debating whether to eat them straight from the tree or follow the example of Extremadura friends and brew them into Licor de Bellota, a delicious acorn liqueur guaranteed to ward off the forthcoming winter chills…
Whatever the outcome of our culinary attempts, we can be sure of a fantastic cabaret. The rains have brought with them a cacophony of Mediterranean Tree Frog song, worthy of Paul McCartney himself!
When a third of a region’s expected annual rainfall comes pouring down in under 12 hours, we could be forgiven for thinking that the apocalypse is coming to Spain.
As a wet front coming in from the Mediterranean hits the mountains of the Alcornacales Natural Park, it is being forced to unceremoniously dump its moisture on the Cork Oak cloud forest, turning roads into streams and reeking havoc as it tears through villages.
Coastal towns are being hit hard as the waters converge at the base of the hills. Parts of Tarifa were underwater, and there have been deaths in nearby Malaga. As a descendant of the Yorkshire town of Hebden Bridge, I am no stranger to scenes like these, but it doesn’t make them any easier to watch on the news.
Here at our base of Huerta Grande eco-lodge, it’s been torrential rain for 5 days straight and the Inglorious Bustards are preparing to reach for a hammer and chisel and the animal register.
Tucked up safe in our valley, we can only marvel at the tropical moisture-laden air and our beautiful bubbling stream which has by now become an awesome torrent.
There will be winners in Nature from this deluge as the soils, plants and streams are refreshed, Mediterranean Tree Frogs and Fiery Salamanders generally have a lovely time, and ground-feeding birds gather insects washed off the trees.
In the meantime we’ll sit and watch wintering Chiffchaffs valiantly looking for insects on the underside of leaves, and hope that we won’t have to shepherd Huerta Grande’s 126 recorded bird species two by two onto a shambolic Ark carved out of a fallen Cork Oak!
There’s nothing better when travelling than to connect with a place that you really feel at home in.
This is exactly what happened to Simon of the Inglorious Bustards when he first found Huerta Grande eco-resort and met Katrin and the team ten years ago, and we’re both extremely happy to now be able to call this special place home!
It’s situated in the wooded hills above the Strait of Gibraltar, at the edge of the Parque Natural de los Alcornocales (Natural Park of Cork Oaks). Its peaceful 7 hectare grounds are nestled within a forest of Laurel and Cork Oak trees, making it the perfect spot for nature lovers or indeed anyone looking for a bit of peace and tranquillity!
Los Alcornacales itself is one of the largest cork oak forests in the world. Its latitude and mostly coastal location make it a totally unique habitat – the Mediterranean warmth and continuous moisture captured from the sea air even in the driest months mean the density of the trees and the diversity of the ground flora is exceptional. So as well as being home to the Inglorious Bustards, it’s also home to a wealth of wildlife whatever the season. When the rock’n’roll lifestyle of a ecotour guide gets too much, I love walking around its tiny paths surrounded by wizened trees, bubbling streams and birdsong. No two days are ever the same.
So when you visit, what will your home be like?
Well there’s something for all tastes. Ewok wannabes can chill out in one of the secluded log cabins in the woods, watching our resident Firecrests and Short-toed Treecreepers flit through the trees around them – Beechawawa!
Or if you fancy yourself as a bit of a James Bond type, you could play at espionage in the ‘Spy House‘, from where Italian and German spies kept track of Allied shipping movements through the Straits during WWII.
Those with delusions of grandeur may enjoy the Commandante’s house, once a summer holiday residence for military top brass. It has also served as an open prison for General Milan de Bosch, one of the ringleaders in a failed 1981 coup attempt against Franco’s regime. We can certainly think of worse places to be imprisoned, and if the General wasn’t a birder, he certainly would have been by the time he left!
Whatever the season, these places provide fantastic bases for exploring the birds and wildlife of Los Alcornicales.
In migration season, with a favouring wind, you can enjoy the spectacle of thousands of raptors, storks and bee-eaters drifting over you as you float in the eco-resort’s open air pool!
A wander through the grounds will bring you up close with resident species such as Crested Tit and Hawfinch.
When looking out for migrant passerines on their travels, anything could turn up! We’ve yet to have our first Siberian Accentor but we did have a Yellow-browed Warbler this October which made Huerta Grande its home from home for several days.
We’ve been high…in the Mountains of Ronda where we delighted in showing the best wildlife to our group who not only had the best encounters with the nature of the area but also some of the best food and culture of these two wonderful areas on our “Unknown Vulture Spectacle tour”
This tour had two bases – a mountain hotel with our friends and hosts David and Ivan – who provide the warmest of welcomes and the best food in the quirky and fabulous blue village of Juzcar and the tranquil eco-lodge and our home of Huerta Grande in the village of Pelayo near Tarifa.
We yielded a great quality bird list from mountain habitats, coastal and inland wetlands, salt pans, farmland and cork oak forest as well as views of thousands of migrating and resident Griffon Vultures in the Straits itself. Highlights included excellent views of raptors Including no less than three Bonelli’s Eagles just metres overhead, Short-toed and Booted Eagles provided near daily sightings, Ruppell’s Vulture, Black-winged Kite, Lesser Kestrel and Osprey.
The group also had close encounters with many species including, Black Wheatear, Blue Rock Thrush, Rock Sparrow, Crag Martin, Red-billed Chough, Hawfinch, Firecrest, Short-toed Treecreeper, Northern Bald Ibis, Audouin’s Gull, Purple Swamphen, huge flocks of White Storks and some exciting Spanish rarities in the form of a Yellow-browed Warbler at Huerta Grande and an Atlas Long-legged Buzzard that whizzed through.
Non avian stars came in the form of Iberian Ibex sauntering along a cliff face, daily encounters with Monarch Butterflies and Portuguese Sundew.
One of our first stops was at Los Riscos, an imposing rocky limestone outcrop at 1400m above sea level. After pausing on the way up through olive groves and cork oak trees to admire an Iberian Grey Shrike, several Common Chiff-chaffs and Blackcaps and large flocks of farmland birds, we ensconced ourselves in a viewing area high up in the crag. Here we enjoyed the aerial antics of Crag Martins as well as some great views of Wood and Thekla Lark and a female Hen Harrier flying down the valley. We were also treated to brief glimpses of Rock Bunting and Alpine Accentor before we travelled on.
While we prepared a delicious open air picnic for the group, the group had some time to wander around the caves and crystal blue streams at Cueva del Gato. This awe-inspiring beauty spot – whose streams and pools are frequented by Black-bellied Dipper and Grey Wagtail – forms the downstream end of a vast 8km cave system of which the group would be birding both ends today. We ate while Griffon Vultures and Crag Martins swirled overhead, and Cetti’s Warblers skirmished in the undergrowth, so busy with their antics they were oblivious to our gaze.
We made a stop for coffee and local apple and nut cake before continuing on to the final stop of the day at Cueva del Hundidero.
This second cave lies at the base of a spectacular mountain gorge and forms the northern end of the Hundidero/Gato cave system. From our viewpoint at Montejaque dam, we spent a spectacular afternoon observing the canyon’s nature, listening to Cirl Buntings and Iberian Green Woodpecker as many species passed through and eventually came in to roost among the crags and scrub. A mammalian highlight was a majestic Iberian Ibex sauntering along the skyline. The group had superb views of four Black Wheatears and several Blue Rock Thrushes flitting among the boulders. As the afternoon wore on, the scrub filled with groups of roosting Rock Sparrows and Hawfinch, and Red-billed Choughs and Griffon Vultures lined up along the rock faces.
We returned to the hotel as the sun was setting over the impressive scenery, to more fabulous food including a sensational fennel and manchego risotto!
No sooner had we arrived at our base at Huerta Grande in the Straits than a massive kettle of hundreds of Griffon Vultures formed overhead, providing the group with an awe-inspiring spectacle! along with large groups of Red-rumped Swallows.
The ‘unknown’ Vulture spectacle did not disappoint as several groups of Griffon Vultures numbering well over 1000 birds – and at least one Ruppell’s Vulture – were drifting around the hillsides. A sheep carcass at one of the farms brought the birds down spectacularly low as we observed them spiralling down to eat.
….and you can never fail to be impressed with thousands of Griffon Vultures just metres overhead!
After a day’s birding amongst the crags and cliffs of Monfragüe National Park, the jewel in Cáceres department’s crown, most people move on to other areas of Extremadura. But there are many less-birded gems to discover. My group – consisting of seasoned journalists, budding young bloggers and, er, me – had had a fantastic introduction on Day One and now we were to explore off the beaten track, birding wetland, farmland and scrub sites where a wealth of Mediterranean species awaited us.
The Arrocampo Reservoir was originally built to cool the nuclear power station in nearby Almaraz, but today 687 ha of the reservoir and its surrounding banks are designated as a Special Protected Area (SPA) within the Natura 2000 Network. An Ornithological Park has also been created in neighbouring Saucedilla to make visiting the area easier.
Its tranquil ponds, reeds and surrounding ruderal vegetation certainly yielded some great finds for the group including Purple Swamphen, Bittern, Squacco Heron, Bluethroat. Penduline tits were heard but proved elusive.
The whole area offers a network of small ponds and wetlands, where we were able to enjoy many duck and wader species as well as getting acquainted with the area’s dragonflies, and being treated to a ‘splash’ from a departing otter!
Throughout the trip I was impressed by the quality and design of the visitor infrastructure and interpretation centres in the area, which are state-of-the art and offer new ways to get in touch with the wildlife all around. Not least ‘Orchydarium’ at Almaraz which gives fascinating insight into the orchid populations which occur on the area’s unusual soils, and Portico de Monfrague, an interpretation centre set in a converted church in the tiny village of Toril.
After checking in to a beautiful, newly renovated guest house in Malpartida de Placencia we were treated to another fantastic meal of regional specialities. The hams and sausages of Extremadura are truly exceptional. Pigs here rove through the wooded pasturelands or dehesas, feeding on sweet holm oak acorns, which gives the meats a distinctive taste. Holm acorns also give us the highly addictive locally produced acorn liqueur, which required sampling several times…
In the morning we drove through wooded valleys full of low growing oaks which held a bluish-grey hue in the mist to reach the beautiful historic village of Serradilla. Sat in the heart of the Biosphere reserve, just outside the border of the National Park itself, Serradilla is surrounded by family smallholdings and farms, interspersed with dehesa and wild areas and is absolutely alive with farmland birds.
We walked through Mediterranean scrub and farmland to the Gorge of the Fraile, a rocky gorge which is excellent for vultures and rock-loving species like Blue Rock Thrush.
The walk itself was an absolute joy. Azure-winged Magpies flitted across our path in gleeful, flamboyant flocks. Crested, Thekla and Woodlarks were all around. Iberian Great Grey Shrikes perched up on vantage points and stashed their prey along barbed wire strands like macabre washing lines. Cirl and Corn Bunting song filled the air as Serins busily gathered seed from the ground. To my joy, the huge mixed flocks of finches, buntings and sparrows that flitted around us contained Rock Sparrows, which perched obligingly on a fencepost for us to admire.
Our picnic stop at Mirabel castle gave us the most spectacular view of Cinereous Vulture of the whole trip as one flew low overhead. It struck me that while exploring the less visited parts of the Biosphere Reserve we’d seen all the stars of Monfragüe without entering the National Park. The surrounding biosphere is as much their home as the park itself and visiting and staying in the wider also has the advantage of experiencing better the local culture and giving fantastic context for the whole ecosystem on which Monfragüe’s wildlife depends.
The Mayor of Mirabel welcomed the group for a discussion at the town hall, and he echoed my sentiments. He also heads up ecotourism and sustainable development in the region, and is evidently passionate about Cáceres, its wildlife and its people.
There are currently plans for further sensitive development of local tourist facilities and infrastructure, to help people enjoy and access more sites in the Biosphere and take some of the visitor pressure off the National Park.
Make no mistake, the gems of Monfragüe Biosphere are being lovingly polished for all to enjoy. If you get chance, make sure you take the time to stop a while longer and watch them sparkle.
Think of a birding trip to Extremadura and you’ll undoubtedly think of Monfragüe National Park. This 18,000 hectare jewel in the region’s crown has become one of the most important birdwatching destinations in Spain.
And with good reason. As well as a wealth of mountain passerines, this protected area is internationally important for breeding birds of prey. Bonelli’s Eagles and the mighty Spanish Imperial Eagle are easy to see here and the area hosts 316 pairs of Cinereous Vulture, giving it the world’s highest density of this bird.
But most birders swoop in and out faster than a speeding Crag Martin, visiting the major honeypots at Peña Falcon and Monfragüe Castle before heading further south to the plains. If you know where to look, you’ll soon discover that this jewel is flanked by dozens of less-birded gems in the surrounding Monfragüe Biosphere Reserve.
Covering over 116,000 hectares, the traditional farmlands and Holm Oak forests of the Biosphere Reserve sweep out from the crags of the National Park and act as a critically important buffer zone. This landscape is in effect the foraging area for the park’s birds of prey, and boasts a great diversity of habitats supporting a wide array of birds and other wildlife. The area is a patchwork of picturesque smallholdings where vegetables are grown and livestock reared amongst the dehesa, a managed wood pasture system which sustains both the rural community and the typical wildlife of the region.
Having spent much of my previous career looking at how farmland in the UK can be managed in a more nature-friendly way, I find this kind landscape-scale conservation fascinating, so when I was invited to visit the region by the Diputación de Cáceres and The Urban Birder David Lindo, I jumped at the chance. The local government have recognised that Extremadura’s wealth lies in its natural capital, and have an impressive attitude towards creating jobs in the area through sustainable development and ecotourism.
Our first day was spent exploring the delights of the park itself – the prime destination for so many birders. My group – consisting of seasoned journalists, budding young bloggers and, erm, me – had a great night’s sleep in our beautiful rural apartments in Torrejon el Rubio. As we breakfasted on pastries fresh from the local bakery (the owner of the apartments works there, ideal!) excitement was already high.
Looking out over the beautiful Tajo river valley from Monfragüe Castle gives a real vulture’s eye view of the area and provides great context for understanding how the National Park is set within the Biosphere Reserve. As we arrived, we were barely out of the van when we had our first views of two formidable Cinereous Vultures circling with a group of Griffons. This magnificent bird was a lifer for everyone in the group and seeing it in such a spectacular setting meant there were spine-tingles aplenty!
From the highest point of the rock you can look down on Hawfinches foraging in the tops of the Holm Oaks below you. With Chough calling in the mist and Crag Martins swooping low over your head, you won’t fail to be impressed by the numbers of Griffon and Cinereous Vultures occupying every pinnacle of the rocky slope across from you.
The crags of the famous Peña Falcòn offer yet more breath-taking views of the resident vultures, as well as Crag Martins, Black Redstarts, Blue Rock Thrush and Rock Bunting, all within metres of where you stand.
A relaxed afternoon spent largely at a tranquil bend in the river at Portilla del Tiétar gives time to reflect on the age of the landscape. The layered and twisted rocks, folded into these dramatic crags in a earth-shattering geological occurrence millenia ago, are now perched on by dozens of hissing and screeching vultures. As flocks of cormorants and egrets make their way down river to roost you’ll feel like you’ve been transported back in to prehistoric times.
Our musings were to be interrupted by Emma of the Next Generation Birders. She’d been scrutinising the horizon for some time when suddenly she bellowed ‘Spanish Imp!!!!’. We all looked skyward as a stunning adult Spanish Imperial Eagle glided in to drink at the river. We were treated to unbelievable views of this stunning resident, which was mobbed by dozens of irate Azure-winged Magpies as it drank.
As darkness began to fall, the soft ‘Buuoo!’ of an Eagle Owl began and we rounded off a magical day listening to its plaintive call as it sat silhouetted against the sky.
The day was a fantastic introduction to the jewel of the park, but we knew there were countless further gems waiting for us in the days to follow. For the rest of the trip we were to explore off the beaten track, birding wetland, farmland and scrub sites where a wealth of Mediterranean species awaited us…
A. We all chose to pass through Tarifa’s Cazalla raptor watchpoint on the same day!
Several days of strong easterly crosswinds (known locally as the Levante or ‘sunrise wind’) had stopped the migrating raptors in their tracks. Now, the gentle Poniente or ‘sunset wind’ prevailed, with a slight southerly direction giving the birds the lift they needed to cross the Straits of Gibraltar, and the sun beat down on the rocks creating spiralling thermals. Conditions for migration were perfect and we knew the birds would be eager to follow their strong instincts to journey south.
We started the day at El Algorrobo at 9.30am watching Zitting Cisticolas flit between the carob trees and waiting patiently with a dozen or so other birders from across the world as the anticipation built.
We are guiding David, the BBC’s Urban Birder, around the Spanish and Moroccan sides of the strait this week and we had promised him a spectacle beyond compare, so the pressure was on!
As we sat in our special raptor watching chairs chatting to the staff and volunteers of Migres about the season so far, a lone Montagu’s Harrier flew low along the valley, and suddenly it had begun.
Next came Short-toed and Booted eagles, first one, then four then several at a time, circling low over the watchpoint to give spectacularly detailed views of their beautiful plumage. As a steady trickle of Barn and Red-rumped Swallows and Common, Pallid and Alpine swifts gave way to a gathering flow of Honey Buzzards, Simon narrowed his eyes, sniffed the air, looked west and said “It’s time for Cazalla…”
After an essential ice-cream stop at El Mirador cafe, we squeezed our way into the rammed car park at Cazalla and took our places for the show.
The spectacle that followed has to be seen to be believed as the sky turned black with spiralling kettles of raptors and storks of every kind, and magnificent Short-toed Eagles narrowly avoided mid-air collisions with formidable Egyptian Vultures.
Judging the weather and wind to choose the perfect observation spot takes local knowledge and ornithological skill, something Simon has in buckets! The air positively crackled with excitement and aerial skill as the enthralled folk of the international birding community who had also chosen this spot watched a sizeable chunk of the Western Palearctic raptor population gather in massive numbers, spiral higher and higher and then, gaining confidence in one another, jet out into the haze over the strait.
Alejandro from Migres was counting so fast we thought his clicker thumb might fall off!
It was a mind-blowing experience, in fact so emotional that Niki wept openly in front of raptor guru Dick Forsman! When asked “What do you make of that, David?!”, Mr Lindo simply replied “Leave me here. Just leave me here!”
Needless to say we didn’t! We want to share a lot more common time with these raptors and in coming days we will be journeying with them again in Morocco! Stay tuned…
Do you ever have those moments when your brain takes an involuntary step back from what you’re doing and goes “What the heck am I doing here?!”?
Wading through a weedy pumpkin field somewhere in Central Morocco, stirring up clouds of Crimson-speckled Flunkey moths and hoping with each step that our feet would dislodge an Andalusian Hemipode, we were having such a moment! (More on this later, stay tuned…)
Hard to imagine at this point that less than a week ago we were leaving Birdfair with stonking hangovers!
We were very humbled by the warm reception we got at Birdfair to our ideas, our fresh approach to ‘chilled-out’ birding tours, and our company ethos of friendliness and inclusivity.
We had lots of useful chats with friends old and new – keep an eye on our website for some exciting new collaborations on the way…
High points for us included meeting Henry the Hen Harrier, accidentally stealing some chips, sharing an Osprey moment with Simon King and a ma-HOOS-ive group hug with Mark Avery.
Did you spot us? Drop us a tweet if you did! Hopefully it wasn’t while we were throwing shapes at the nightclub with the Next Generation Birders…
Next year we plan to be back with a stand – ideas still being booted around for that but whatever it is it won’t be dull… And hopefully if you visit you won’t end up thinking “What the heck am I doing here?!”
Things are hotting up for Birdfair in the Inglorious camp!
Last week we received our gorgeous artwork from our friend Holly at World of Twigg, so the early part of this week saw us gleefully designing t-shirts which we will be modelling at the event!
There’s been a good bit of important training going in too, and we’ve successfully worked our way through 24 ales named after birds in the last couple of evenings. This was helped in no small part by our good friends Maria and Juan from Salarte, who will be coming with us to Birdfair in our big yellow Bustard bus!
We’re no strangers to Birdfair – last year we were lucky enough to give a talk on turtle dove conservation and our work with Conservation Grade to produce Fair to Nature peanuts for bird food (you can read all about that particular adventure on the Conservation Grade blog pages…).
You may also have met us on the RSPB stand in previous years, talking to folk about issues like raptor persecution and illegal hunting in the Mediterranean.
Unfortunately, you may also have been unlucky enough to share a campsite with us and the Next Generation Birders…
I don’t know how many hours I had been waiting but it seemed like an eternity, although the coffee with condensed milk and half a ton of sugar had perked me up no end! Niki had just largely downed her cup and I’m pretty sure she was buzzing, perhaps due to the caffeine / sugar high combo or perhaps because she had just seen her first Hammerkops. Turning to me to confirm she randomly stated; “Hammerkops are wicked”
We had been waiting by the river to cross to the North bank of the Gambia before our onward journey. George meanwhile was busily saluting officials and be generally lovely to everyone….for pure advantage you understand, as we had to somehow hop the huge queue of traffic that was snaking down the approach road to the ferry. Having already had to move to a different ferry crossing because at the original point of crossing the ferry had broken down! We had to cross at this point if we were to have any chance of making the Senegalese border. Hours passed slowly, it got hotter and Niki and I kept ourselves occupied by finding an African Fish Eagle on the riverside. Turning to Sam I noticed his normally smart attire had become rather dishevelled and covered in a thin layer of sand, whilst his face looked as though it was melting off his head! Sam turned to me in response to my enquiry as to his health and confessed…..“I don’t do heat” so a Gambian condensed milk caffeine hit was ordered!
Finally after a little queue jumping and obligatory saluting for advantage we embarked the ferry and despite the mad crush and overloading we crossed rather uneventfully. We loaded back into what would be referred to as the Peanut mobile and in some what rejuvenated spirits we headed through the village of Farafenni just to the south of Senegal.
As we approached the border I was filled with some trepidation regarding Visas as whilst we had organised everything we had agreed to cross at another point. The Gambian border official was debating whether he could get Ornithologist into the entry book let alone spell it but we exchanged pleasantries and heard in turn from each of the officials which football teams they all liked and the players, and other leagues (they’ve never heard of Plymouth Argyle!)….and which places they’d like to visit. This was all very pleasant and whilst we were about to cross over and visit their Senegalese counterparts the friendly Gambian official warned us to be very careful as there are “many bad people that side”. I couldn’t help but think this was a sense of nationalism but I was soon going to find out either way. Entering the Senegal border house was a completely different experience no talking or very little apart from the perfunctory responses to the interrogation I was receiving. Niki and Eddie meanwhile were oblivious and now relaxing in the peanut mobile, whilst Sam and I put on our most charming British charm possible! I’m not sure if this made any difference but we were soon on the road again. Now it’s amazing how much you can long for a piece of tarmac but about two hours over the border on what was referred to as a road but resembled a mountain biking course with the resulting lumps, bumps, holes and dust I was praying for tarmac! Soon Sam’s once pristine white shirt was now an off-orange colour as it became covered in sand, but then everything and everyone was, not just Sam.
Driving the length of Senegal was going to take a lot of time especially on these roads and whilst George was an exemplar it wasn’t long before fatigue would have been setting in. Random patches of tarmac had some pretty nasty concealed speed bumps…SMACK! hitting one at full speed resulted in a haze of dust and cracked spines! Niki laughed (and swore!) and simply observed the amount of dust that was now floating in the cab! It was amazing no apparent structural damage had been done to the Peanut-mobile!
Quite a few hours of spine tingling road bashing passed and by now both Sam and Eddie didn’t look at all happy, suddenly hitting a sizeable pot-hole on a seemingly good bit of road the window I was sat next to burst…I say burst because that’s what it felt like! George rightfully didn’t stop and continued as I picked shards of glass out of my neck and chest!
Despite this rather dramatic and so far torturous journey I was in high spirits especially as I just had drive-by Spotted Thicknee and Long-tailed Nightjar. Offering to rejuvenate both Sam and Eddie’s spirits (as they weren’t blessed with the same excitement for species additions!) I enquired “so…..whose up for a bit of i-spy?” After some bemused looks and no takers Niki offered to join in. “I-spy with my little eye something beginning with G” Even Sam joined in briefly but guessed wrongly, as did Niki, but the answer was straightforward, it was of course…Glass! which was now everywhere!!
It’s not good driving at night in this remote area of Africa and I had hoped to avoid it, but now it was an absolute necessity, we didn’t stop and we were still over three hours from our destination. Stop however we had to, and not in a good place, at a police check point. Although we did miss it initially we were ordered back. The official approached George and my side of the vehicle and in doing so demanded to immediately see all of George’s papers and then proceeded to order George out of the vehicle to his office. I quickly asked everybody to hide any valuables, especially Eddie and Sam who were using iPads and iPhones without a thought. George, Niki and I were of course concerned that this guy wanted a bribe and upon seeing valuables may of course wish to confiscate them or worse. After around a 30 minute debate George returned and informed us he did indeed want some money but George cleverly told him he only had Gambian money and so did we…smart thinking. So we were reluctantly allowed to continue.
I think about two hours went by and then an alto familiar crash resonated through the cab as we hit yet another large pot-hole. Something rattled down through the vehicle and we had either hit something or we were missing something. It was clear when we began losing power that indeed the poor peanut mobile had shed something important. Sam went back-up the road and found the fan! Niki and I looked around and thought the Sahel was beautiful at 2am! but we might be sleeping out ! The fan had sheared off and other damage to the engine was clearly apparent, yet Sam after 10 minutes under the bonnet had patched it so we could gingerly continue! This was not great as the lights had all but gone and this vehicle was now completely war beaten and could rapidly overheat. By now everybody was praying the peanut mobile would hold together for just a bit longer and as we approached the village just before our final destination we were all moderately relieved. Another road block! not another corrupt official? This guy really wasn’t going to allow us to continue, stating our vehicle was unfit to continue! Well in truth it wasn’t! A call to the farm we were due to be at many hours before was the only thing for it. Sam handed the phone onto the policeman who looked somewhat bewildered and whatever our hosts said had an instantaneous effect and we were allowed to continue and finally arrived at our destination and a very welcomed bed!! …..yes!