Hanns Ebensten

There’s something magical and mystical about a gay safari in Southern Africa. It offers one of those rare experiences where we humans are guests of nature, on their scale. The animals run free, following instincts honed by their species over the millennia. We humble visitors are dwarfed by the grandeur of the surroundings while in our protective vehicle or safari lodge. We can learn a lot about living in harmony with nature by observing the people whose ancestors have long co-existed with the animals.