Alas, the old-style safari is no more. First, you need vast expanses of unfettered hunting territory, like the old concessions of colonial Tanganyika, and these no longer exist. Second, you need a safari crew that really knows the business of setting up and tearing down a camp, packing and unpacking with military precision. That’s no small thing.
Lest you are one of those who think “military precision” is an oxymoron, let me disabuse you. The army does many things well, and in the immediate wake of the war in Europe (1939-45), thousands of soldiers came home with some skills that may not have been immediately apparent, and not readily appreciated, but which served them well in later years. Among these were the ability to scavenge, a taste for rough living, and an abhorrence of Spam.
Looking back on what many would consider a misspent life — or at
