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Family adventure in spectacular wildlife refuge in Tanzania

Thursday April 12 2018

Lions and cubs on a dry river bank at the Selous Game Reserve in Tanzania. PHOTO| ROBERT J. ROSS

Lions and cubs on a dry river bank at the Selous Game Reserve in Tanzania. PHOTO| ROBERT J. ROSS 

By THE NEW YORK TIMES

Few wildlife parks in Africa allow you to drift lazily along a calm stretch of water like something out of the 1951 adventure film The African Queen and take in an incredible amount of wildlife from a boat.

The Selous Game Reserve, a remote and spectacular wildlife refuge in central Tanzania, is one of them.

In 2017, I took a wonderful safari here with my family, and on one of our first afternoons, we glided along a shallow lake in an aluminum-hulled skiff. There’s something serene — and a little sneaky — about seeing animals from the water.

You’re not trailing behind them as they step out of the bushes and move toward their watering holes; you’re inside their watering hole.

Tourists observing giraffes by boat on Lake Manze at the Selous Game Reserve in Tanzania. PHOTO| ROBERT J. ROSS

Tourists observing giraffes by boat on Lake Manze at the Selous Game Reserve in Tanzania. PHOTO| ROBERT J. ROSS

RICH SILENCE

As we floated along, maybe 91 metres from the shore, a distance close enough to observe, but hopefully not disturb, we watched baboons, zebras, giraffes and gazelles head down to the lake for a drink.

Palm trees on the water’s edge cast long pillar-like shadows. Behind them stood a wall of thick green bushes and thorn trees that wrapped around the entire lake.

A rich silence hung in the air, broken only by the occasional chitter of a kingfisher.

The Selous’ many shallow lakes dramatically stretch and shrink with the rain.

A hippopotamus at the Selous Game Reserve in Tanzania. PHOTO| ROBERT J. ROSS

A hippopotamus at the Selous Game Reserve in Tanzania. PHOTO| ROBERT J. ROSS

We were there just after the rains, and the lakes were swollen and full of life — especially water birds, hippopotamuses and crocodiles.

I’ve been all across Africa, and I’ve never seen so many crocodiles, sunbathing their scaly selves on the beach, slithering around in the sediment-rich, chocolate-milk-colored water and waiting until the last possible instant to slowly sink away before our skiff bumped into them.

MAGNIFICENT RESERVE

I wish I could bring all the people I love to the Selous. It’s a magnificent reserve, swallowing you up in endless expanses of acacia trees and emerald green swamps and tawny savannas.

Well off the beaten path and one of Africa’s last great uninhabited safari areas, the Selous delivers all the big game without the big (human) crowds that descend on the better known African parks like the Ngorongoro Crater in northern Tanzania or the Masai Mara National Reserve in Kenya.

I found it so relaxing and rejuvenating — the perfect antidote to staring at a computer all day or constantly checking my iPhone — to just gaze across those mirror-flat lakes and smell the wild jasmine in the air and watch giraffes saunter past so delicately it looked as if their long femurs were filled with helium — that’s how lightly and soundlessly these giants float across the earth.

Elephants gathering in Lake Manze in the Selous Game Reserve in Tanzania. PHOTO| ROBERT J. ROSS

Elephants gathering in Lake Manze in the Selous Game Reserve in Tanzania. PHOTO| ROBERT J. ROSS

I wish the Selous Game Reserve was as animal-friendly as it feels, but that would be giving you the beauty of the place without the truth. A UNESCO World Heritage site, the Selous also happens to be one of Africa’s largest hunting grounds.

I know, it’s hard to believe, but gunning down endangered wildlife, including lions and elephants, is perfectly legal here, as it is in several other African game reserves. Hunters love the Selous for the same reasons I do: its remoteness and abundance of game.

If hunting turns you off, please don’t let that keep you from visiting the Selous. You probably will never come across a hunter.

The Selous is enormous, nearly 20,000 square miles, bigger than Switzerland, and the designated hunting area within the reserve is separated from the game-viewing side by a big river. In two visits to the Selous that I made last year, I didn’t hear a single gunshot and never saw a single hunter.

And the African hunting business isn’t what it used to be, thanks to Cecil.

About a dozen safari companies spanning the range from rustic to glamorous operate in the Selous, far less than say, in the Masai Mara, which may be one reason the Selous doesn’t draw the khaki-clad masses, at least not yet.

We chose the down-to-earth Lake Manze Camp, which several friends who live in Tanzania had recommended.

A lioness at the Selous Game Reserve in Tanzania. The Selous Game Reserve in central Tanzania is one of Africa’s last, great, uninhabited safari areas. PHOTO| ROBERT J. ROSS

A lioness at the Selous Game Reserve in Tanzania. The Selous Game Reserve in central Tanzania is one of Africa’s last, great, uninhabited safari areas. PHOTO| ROBERT J. ROSS

The camp, a collection of 12 large tents, didn’t feel like many of the safari lodges I’ve visited in East Africa. It felt as if it had been plopped down the day before we got there.

Our tent sat in the middle of a copse of trees and bushes, reachable by a dirt path, positioned so close to the lake that while we lay in bed we could hear hippos splashing around.

Our three-day safari, which included game drives, accommodation, food, drinks, park fees, tips and getting up close and personal with a pride of lions, cost about $2,500 (Sh252,352).

Shaun O’Driscoll, a gregarious South African, runs Lake Manze Camp with his wife, Milli. Shaun is opinionated, direct, no-nonsense but also deeply empathic, a man whose mosquito-bitten legs and perma-smile reveal how much he relishes living in the wild.

“You see, we got no gates or fences,” Shaun explained when we arrived, sitting us down in the lodge’s dining area, a big thatched hut. “Anything can come in here. Lions, elephants, buffaloes, hippos, anything. You leave your tent, you look around, ‘kay? Now, for you young guys,” he looked down at my children, who were watching him raptly. “No running. You got me? No. Run. Ing. You never know what’s hiding in the bush. And the last thing you want to look like is prey.” Courtenay and I shot each other a worried glance: We definitely didn’t want our kids looking like prey.

PROXIMITY ALMOST FELT RECKLESS

That night our proximity to nature almost felt reckless. We ate dinner outside under a sky smeared with stars, and after a tasty meal of chicken in ginger sauce, fresh rolls, rice pilaf and chocolate mousse (it’s pretty standard to be stuffed silly on safari), we walked back to our family tent, which consisted of two rooms separated by a zippered enclosure.

An elephant calf nursing at the Selous Game Reserve in Tanzania. PHOTO| ROBERT J. ROSS

An elephant calf nursing at the Selous Game Reserve in Tanzania. PHOTO| ROBERT J. ROSS

The tent was comfortable but utilitarian — a cot each for the boys, a double bed for us, a steel basin sink, a small toilet, a shower and a couple of canvas safari chairs on the porch.

As our open-sided Land Cruiser rolled through the reserve, I was impressed by how varied the landscape was. Because of all the rivers and lakes, wide swaths of the Selous are impenetrable — picture green, overgrown, scratchy and thorny bush.

I can only imagine how grueling and tortuous it was for the first batch of Western explorers, like Frederick Selous, the Victorian hunter and collector whom the reserve was named after, to hack their way through this place.

But the Selous also contains wide-open areas, with wavy yellow grass and, in the distance, jagged brown hills; in between are cool forests.

That afternoon we found ourselves in a cool forest. A light rain fell, more like a mist. It softly brushed our skin, tiny droplets sticking to the hairs on our arms.

Our falcon-eyed guide, Zacharia, had found some lion spoor near the road and he was tracking it deeper and deeper into the forest.

Northern carmine bee-eaters near Lake Manze at the Selous Game Reserve in Tanzania. PHOTO| ROBERT J. ROSS

Northern carmine bee-eaters near Lake Manze at the Selous Game Reserve in Tanzania. PHOTO| ROBERT J. ROSS

“There!” he finally said, and we all followed where his finger was pointing. Just up ahead a lioness and her three cubs wrestled on a log.

We drove even closer, and Zacharia cut the engine. We rolled to a stop just a few feet away.

Oblivious to us, the lions pawed each other’s heads, pushed each other off the slippery log, tumbled down and hit the muddy ground and sprang back up, training for the rigors of hunts to come. It was as if they were playing king of the mountain, but there was clearly a point to it.

THE ONLY CAR FOR MILES

What made our experience even sweeter was that we were by ourselves. So many times when you’re on safari and spot lions in action, the drivers get on the radio and, the next thing you know, several other trucks come chugging in, tourists popping out the sunroofs of their trucks, snapping photos like crazy. Here, we were the only car for miles.

That’s the magic of this place. It’s all yours. My friend Rob Ross spent four years photographing it for a lavish photo book, The Selous in Africa: A Long Way From Anywhere.

He slogged through mucky water, got chewed up by tsetse flies and waited in the intense heat for sleepy wild dogs to wake up and go on a hunt (and sometimes they didn’t feel like it), and he still considers those four years the most rewarding of his life.

Masai giraffes in the Selous Game Reserve in Tanzania. PHOTO| ROBERT J. ROSS

Masai giraffes in the Selous Game Reserve in Tanzania. PHOTO| ROBERT J. ROSS

I guess the dominant feeling I had in the Selous was being free. Lake Manze Camp made that feeling even deeper. We didn’t have to keep anyone else’s schedule.

Shaun gave us a four-wheel-drive truck and assigned us a driver and a guide. We could get up when we wanted and drive (or boat) around when we wanted and have our meals in the bush, if we wanted.

Every part of the reserve we visited brought the same joys: few cars, zero garbage, trees and plants and wildflowers that couldn’t have looked much healthier, and lots of animals.

Impalas on the grasslands of the Selous Game Reserve in Tanzania. PHOTO| ROBERT J. ROSS

Impalas on the grasslands of the Selous Game Reserve in Tanzania. PHOTO| ROBERT J. ROSS

As Shaun put it on our last evening when we gathered for a final beer by the fire: “There are now traffic cops in the Kruger.” (He was referring to South Africa’s best known wildlife park, which has paved roads cutting across it and the occasional traffic jam.) “This,” Shaun said, spreading his arms as wide as possible, “is the real Africa.”

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Story by Jeffrey Gettleman, the South Asia bureau chief for The New York Times, was the East Africa bureau chief for more than a decade. He is the author of the memoir Love, Africa.