There are vultures everywhere in Brazil. They are scavengers. They clear up after us. This lot were picking over the carcass of a dead animal. They are big birds.
We toured around the tributaries looking at vultures, iguanas and sloths, watching the people going about their business and enjoying the whole experience.
We set off on a boat to investigate the waterways coming off the Amazon. We found a couple of sloths, a couple of huge iguana and a lot of interesting birds.
Our fisherman took us through some swampy inlets before heading back to the village. We set off to have a wander down the river shore.
We took a little boat with one of the villagers (to support the local economy). He took us up this little river. There were stilted villages, cormorants, herons, wading birds and locals in small boats.
There was a pleasant cooling breeze. It felt very peaceful.
There was a plush church. You can see where the money goes.
Kenya – where the rich red soil of Africa is like the living blood of life,
Where bones protrude from the soil in profusion,
Testament to the proliferation of the creatures that were there before.
Kenya – whose valley was the seat of all our births.
Whose yellow sun and blue sky still shine as it did on the very first;
The first of us to stand tall, pick up a tool and question the stars.
Kenya – where the elephant once roamed in huge numbers and the game grazed the plains
Providing rich pickings for those who were there to be part of that web.
Kenya – where the air sang to the ears of those first people, where the land glowed with colour and the breeze was pungent with the scent of life.
Kenya where camp-fires warmed the soul with chatter and tales of daring
Where the stars mysteriously glistened and mystery abounded with wonder.
Kenya – where it began for us.
Now I want to stand in that valley, tease out the bones to remind me of the past, taste that breeze and look up at that sky
Just to see if there are any traces left of that magic.
For Kenya – I fear we’ve left our souls in the spilt blood of your soil, yet our bones are still inexplicably walking.
I would bury myself in your soil where I belong.
Africa is where humans evolved. I have an affinity for that red soil – to walk the Olduvai Gorge where the fossil bones litter the ground. Once Africa teemed with life. Once we roamed there freely hunting that bounty. Now we are spread across the planet in our billions, nature is on the run and our old ways are no more.
Up mountains, through glens, past waterfalls, over marshes to see the orchids and dipper.
We continued our journey through wondrous Scotland. The sun shone. Castles and flowers gleamed in the sunlight. There were beautiful lochs. We climbed up into the hills to revel in the wonder.
The birds were all chirping away in the bushes and trees but all too far away to photo. They wouldn’t sit still. I caught this rabbit lolliping around in the undergrowth.