Roan antelopes |
My motorcycle ride from Rumphi at Thazima gate |
North was equally complementary…For
wildlife I could go either to Kasungu, Vwaza Marsh Reserve or the Nyika
National Park. Trekking could be done around Livingstonia and then rounding off
with diving in Nkhata Bay. Kasungu was closer to Lilongwe but the game
population, I had read, was severely degraded due to trans-border poaching.
Vwaza Marsh Reserve had good game viewing but I wasn’t in Malawi for just the game.
I’ve been
fortunate to have been to a few wildlife parks in Africa and at this point I
look for more than just seeing animals from the comfort of a vehicle. Nyika was
fascinating since it combined wildlife with breathtaking landscape all at
altitudes of around 2,500 meters and this could all be done with less limiting
modes of transport than a 4WD. Plus, Nyika would also allow me to fit in a bit
of trekking by walking across the park’s highland grasslands down to Livingstonia
near the Lake Malawi.
The decision between
the northern and southern circuit boiled down to going somewhere remote and
experiencing something novel where Nyika trumped Liwonde. It didn’t hut that Nkhata
Bay had better reviews than Cape Mclear.
Getting to Nyika, I
knew would not be easy but the flip side to it is that the more difficult a
place…the more pristine it generally is and I quite like that trade off.
Reedbuck and Zebra probably wondering who the jokers were on the bike |
Despite my apprehension,
the motorcycle guy from the previous night showed promptly at 6:30am and we soon
left for Nyika. I hadn’t read any reports online of anyone getting from Rumphi
to Nyika with any other modes of transport except for a vehicle or walking; so,
if there is someone out there reading this and wanting to go to Nyika on the
cheap I would say it is certainly possible on a motorcycle…but a word of
caution - I went right before the rainy season. The road will almost certainly
be more challenging when its wet and slick.
One of several endemic orchids of Nyuka |
Nyika highland |
The region immediate
after the gate was fenced which I later learnt was a temporary confinement area
for elephants that were being translocated from Liwonde. I am not a big fan of
fenced parks; somehow feels un-natural when animals are not freely allowed to
move in and out of their territories.
Protea flower |
Soon we passed the
campsite where I dropped my backpack and proceeded to the reception building. The
motorcycle ride from Rumphi to the Chelinda site was around 3.5 hours and cost
me 14,000 kwachas versus paying close to 70,000 kwachas for a ride in a
vehicle.
Chelinda in the background |
Zebra crossing our path. |
Probably the
memory that will stay when the mundane things of Nyika are forgotten is seeing
a small herd of Zebras crossing our path as the sunset. It was absolutely exhilarating
& liberating to seeing them up close and not be restricted in the confines
of a vehicle.
Being the lone
tourist meant I could take liberty with time soaking in the moment and trying
to get that one last good shot. Unfortunately, it also meant that by the time
we returned to the lodge, dusk had already settled so I hurriedly dropped off
the bike, grabbed some water and started the 2km walk from the lodge reception
to the campsite. Even though it was just past 6:30pm, visibility was near zero and
I had left my headlamp in my backpack at the campsite.
The moment that I'll remember Nyika for |
I would be lying
if I said I didn’t have any anxiety as I walked through the dim light
especially when I could hear panicked rumble of hooves which were probably Zebras.
Nyika is reputed to have a high density of leopards and sightings of them
around the pine forest I was walking is thought to be common. Hyenas also inhabit
that area but the biggest source of the mild trepidation was from a lone male lion
that had recently migrated into the plateau. Darlington’s (the receptionist) statement
that he and his colleagues at Chelinda Lodge are fearful for their lives since
the lion has arrived bounced through my empty head :)
As I was trying to
find the way back, a park ranger’s vehicle approached and sternly advised me
that I shouldn’t be walking at that hour. I do understand where he was coming
from – something happens to me and they will be answerable for it plus the park
gets negative press affecting their livelihood.
He probably was also
disappointed that I was not accompanied by someone from the reception to my
camp site. Soon though I reached the campsite aided by the flashing torchlight
of the attended who to my pleasant surprise had already started a fire for me. Dinner
was simple, fire-toasted bread and boiled eggs and it was time to hit the sack.
Early next morning I had arranged for a park ranger who would be accompanying me
on a 3-day trek through the park all the way to Livingstonia.
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