A Wild Welcome to Mana Pools

Kanga Camp in Mana Pools review

The afternoon breeze blowing across the Dandawa Airstrip runway feels like air blasting from an oven. The cockpit thermometer on the tiny Cessna I boarded in Harare is peaking at 42°C but it could be broken. It’s mid-October, the end of the dry season here in Mana Pools National Park, where temperatures can hit 50°C at this time of year. It’s only a short flight from Zimbabwe’s capital but so very far removed from city life.

Clint, my personal safari guide, meets me with ice cold drinks. I press a chilled can against my forehead as he drives the open-sided jeep along dusty roads, over dry, sandy river beds and past a long, twisty-horned kudu who’s lying resplendent in the shade of a tree. It’s not far to Kanga Camp where I’m greeted by smiling camp staff and a large elephant. Olivia, the housekeeper, offers me a damp flannel to wipe the dust away while the elephant carries on probing for precious green leaves with his trunk.

Kanga Camp is built around the Kanga Pan. It’s the only permanent inland waterhole in Mana Pools and a magnet for wildlife during the dry season. The rains will come soon but until then this sticky waterhole is a lifeline for creatures of all shapes and sizes, from tiny gem-colored birds to massive mud-encrusted elephant.

Kanga Camp’s main living and dining area is built around shady Jackalberry and Nyala trees with six guest tents spread out around the waterhole. I settle into an armchair while the general manager Wilfred explains the camp rhythms and rules and the elephant plucks the treetops over our heads. I’m distracted and whip out my iPhone to capture the scene but Wilfred isn’t fazed and I pay attention when he mentions that a guide must always escort me to my tent after dark. Apparently there are predators everywhere and I’m keen to stay out of the food chain.

My home for the next four nights is a permanent safari tent perched on a raised wooden platform with a small deck overlooking the waterhole. Inside there are two wooden beds, a dressing table, a bedside table and solar-powered lights. There’s a separate wardrobe and dressing room and an outdoor bathroom with a flushing toilet, shower and basin.

Every tent contains a whistle, a drum and a foghorn so guests can alert staff if there are any unwanted intruders in the night. I don’t like to think about what wildlife might infiltrate my bedroom but it’s good to know that there’s a plan of action just in case. Better still to hear from Wilfred that no guest has ever needed to call for help.

Ignoring the solar-powered hot water I take a cold shower and head back to the dining area for iced tea and cake. A cheeky Yellow-bellied Greenbul swoops down from a bush to see if she can pick up any crumbs and the waterhole is busy. There’s a resident crocodile and pair of fish eagles with drop in visits from quails, baboons, impalas and more thirsty elephants.

There’s no need to go anywhere to spot wildlife but Clint and I take a game drive anyway. The big African sun is setting and we’re just in time to watch it disappear behind the tree tops. We haven’t gone far when Clint slows down and points straight ahead:

“There’s a lion,” he says. “Two of them. No, three.”

Sure enough there are two young lions and a big lioness lying around a bush. We motor slowly forward, going as close as we dare without scaring them and turn off the engine. Bush silence blankets us. Then a fly buzzes by, baboons call from unseen treetops and there’s a strange crashing noise behind the bushes on our left. I shoot Clint a nervous look.

“Probably an elephant,” he says.

We turn our eyes back to the lions just in time to see another big cat saunter out from behind the bush, then another and another. Now six lions lie in front of the jeep, watching us, watching them. Darkness is falling fast but I keep taking photos. In the dim light the dried grass and lion fur seem almost monochrome, the scene sepia and silent like an old movie.

Soon the feline shapes are barely visible in the dark.

“The lions rule at night,” says Clint, “they have excellent night vision and make a kill every two days.”

The lions are motionless but a strange, throaty, repetitive noise comes from behind us. Clint says it’s probably just a bevy of quails but I glance over my shoulder to check. When I look back at the lions there’s nothing to see except blackness and six pairs of glowing red eyes.

“This is getting creepy,” I say.

“Mmm.” says Clint nodding. “Shall we go?”

We drive back to camp slowly, aiming a spotlight around, looking for more eye shine and stopping when we see it. Impalas run away. A Civet Cat watches them disappear into the bush. Through the binoculars he looks like a cross between a cheetah and a racoon. A hare scampers by and we hear a dry cough in the bush.

“There’s a leopard out here somewhere,” Clint says. But we can’t find any leopards so we head back to camp.

We join Wilfred, four European guests and two more safari guides around the dining table. As we eat our three course meal the guides take turns shining the spotlight around the waterhole. There are buffaloes now, helmeted and horned, a nervous bushbuck and more elephants, up to their ankles in sucking mud. Hyenas come to drink and warthogs too then someone whispers ‘leopard’.

We shine the infrared spotlight across the water and there she is, her watchful green eyes clearly visible through the binoculars. I sigh and all the stresses and strains of modern life rush out leaving an empty space that’s soon filled up with nature, with peace, with the untamed beauty of Zimbabwe.

By 10pm we’re all zipped safely in our tents. I’ve only been in Mana Pools for seven hours but I’ve already seen elephants, lions, buffaloes, a leopard and much much more.

The sheets feel crisp against my skin and I think about what a privilege it is to be here in one of Africa’s last true wilderness areas, surrounded by wildlife, yet staying in total comfort. I’m surprised by how much it’s cooled off too. There’s a scuffle outside by the waterhole, a splash and a groan. The wildlife will be active all night, but not me. This is the perfect temperature for sleeping.


I took hundreds of photos at Kanga Camp in Mana Pools. It’s heaven for budding photographers so I have heaps of photos to share over the coming weeks. Here are a few to get things started:

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Aerial view of Mana Pools National Park  and a dry riverbed as we flew into Dandawa Airstrip. Can you see the Zambezi River and Zambian Escarpment?

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Kanga Camp guide Clint, the African Bush Camps safari Landcruiser and the six seater Altair charter Cessna I flew in on at Dandawa Airstrip

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Kudu doing an great impression of a mythical creature

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What a welcome – being greeted at Kanga Camp by Wilfred and an elephant!

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Under canvas in the Kanga Camp guest quarters – my kind of camping experience.

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My al fresco bathroom with shower and basin overlooking the waterhole – I could see elephants walking by as I brushed my teeth at night

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Just like the guests this Yellow-bellied Greenbul enjoys fruit for breakfast and cake for afternoon tea. Cheeky chappie.

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View from Kanga Camp main dining deck with one of the guest tents just visible. The waterhole has almost dried up by the end of October but there’s still some water

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Thirsty elephants like this family unit come trotting down to the Kanga pan at all hours of the day and night

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The elephants are often close enough to touch and it’s so tempting because they seem almost tame and not at all bothered by humans. But they’re definitely wild animals and need to be treated with the respect they deserve.

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Game drives are full of surprises at day and at night. You never know what’s lurking behind those bushes.

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Hungry baboon sifting through elephant dung for crunch seeds and other yummy treats

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One of the stunning lionesses from the pride which lives on the Kanga Camp concession

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First there were just two lions then a whole pride of them stole out from behind the bush

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Impala drinking at the Kanga Camp waterhole

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It’s a privilege to spend time in the bush wilderness with the wildlife of Mana Pools but seeing a shy leopard come to the waterhole under the cover of darkness is extra special

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Panorama of the Kanga Camp waterhole which is almost dried up and very muddy in October at the end of the dry season but still has enough water to attract wildlife galore

I was a guest of the Zimbabwe Tourism Authority and African Bush Camps during my stay in Zimbabwe and Mana Pools and this story was just the beginning of an amazing trip – my first seven hours at Kanga Camp. I stayed four blissful nights so I’ve got many more stories and wildlife photos to share with you.

To start planning your own Zimbabwe adventure head to the ZTA website, check out the African Bush Camps site or visit Zimbabwe Bookers – the owner Matt is super friendly, helpful and informative.

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  1. Deborah Dickson-Smith October 30, 2013 at 1:30 pm - Reply

    What an amazing experience – I’m very jealous! Great photos too – especially love the elephant calf and impala at the waterhole.

    Could you actually hear anything alarming enough during the night that might require a fog horn?

    I was on a trip recently with a group of divers to a rather remote tropical island, and a couple in our group complained bitterly about the noise the geckos and insects made as they scuttled about our huts. They ended up going home early. I wonder how they would have coped with the sound of large animals tussling at a nearby waterhole..

    • Annabel Candy October 31, 2013 at 12:56 pm - Reply

      Hi Deborah,

      It was amazing. I think the fog horn is reserved for dire situations – Like a lion getting into your tent! But things like that don’t tend to happen as long as you keep it zipped up :)

      Lol, that’s hilarious. What I loved about this trip and Kanga camp was everyone was there for the wildlife so if we got woken by noises of hyena rustling round under our tent we were honored, not bothered. I’m sure you would be too :)

  2. Dave Doolin November 1, 2013 at 1:07 am - Reply


    I swear just this morning I was wondering “Where the h*ll is Annabel at these days? Haven’t heard from her in too long.”

    And hey presto, Africa.

    I saw the escarpment. No such thing escapes my geologist eagle eyes.

    • Annabel Candy November 1, 2013 at 11:03 am - Reply

      Hi Dave,

      Great to see you here – I need to find out what you’ve been up to! Love those beady eyes of yours :)

  3. Seana - Sydney, Kids, Food + Travel November 1, 2013 at 12:35 pm - Reply

    Fantastic Annabel, you’ve transported me out of this mundane Sydney suburb for a while and whizzed me off to Africa. Marvellous to see the photos. I can just see myself sleeping in that lovely room and brushing my teeth al fresco. One day!

    • Annabel Candy November 1, 2013 at 1:05 pm - Reply

      Hi Seana,

      Glad you enjoyed the trip and so hope you get to experience Zimbabwe and Mana Pools yourself one day. That tent and bathroom was sublime. My idea of heaven :)

  4. Diane November 2, 2013 at 11:23 pm - Reply

    Many years since I have seen Mana pools, thanks for the amazing memories. Maybe one day I will get the chance to return. Have a good weekend Diane

  5. Faruque A. Jewel November 7, 2013 at 1:46 pm - Reply

    Wow! Six lions in front of your eyes! That would be your most memorable scene. I just can’t believe!

    “Get up Honey! We’re going to Zimbabwe…..”

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