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Read Stories from Anabezi & the Lower Zambezi

The sun had just set behind the Zambezi Escarpment and the last of the light was starting to fade. The birds were singing one last tune and the baboons walked across the floodplain to the trees that line the dry

Before the sun has even risen over the mighty Zambezi River the sounds of the bush can be heard. The groans of a disgruntled buffalo, whooping hyena in the distance and, of course, the bellowing calls of hippo are amongst