Destination Mozhi: Last frontier of Kafue wilderness
JACK ZIMBA Kafue National Park WE ARRIVED at camp as the sun was going to sleep, giving its last kiss to this vast wildness, and were welcomed by a pod of resident hippos with their deep honking. Mozhi bush camp was our destination. It sits on the confluence of the Moshi and Lufupa rivers, which both flow into the Kafue River, the lifeblood of Kafue National Park. Moshi River has an interesting beginning, spouting out of a rocky mountain as a spring of warm, crystal-clear water, then flowing eastwards, hugged by water berry trees that line its edge, adding to its beauty and serenity. The water berry trees defy gravity as they have developed roots that grab onto the edge of the river like a giant octopus. It is nature’s ingenuity that allows some of the trees to grow vertically over the river, and to remain standing even when the river grabs some of the land on which they stand. But, clearly, they are also guardians of the river, ensuring its life. We were at the western