Hey Hey! We’re the Monkeys

Monkey Tangerie National Park

Earlier this year we went to Africa, and I’m finally getting round to sorting through the thousands of photos I took. Like these ones. We’d stopped in the picnic area of Tangerie National Park in Tanzania.  It was on top of a hill and looking out over the plane there were hundreds of elephants. As we were eating a little squirrel darted around our feet looking for crumbs, and we could hear squawks  and rustling in the nearby bushes. After lunch I wandered over to the source  of the commotion. Monkeys! I ducked under the branches and while they watched me warily at first, they kept on with what they were doing, and they didn’t seem to mind the shutter sound on the camera either. I felt all David Attenborough-y.

Monkey Tangerie National Park

Mother grooming baby monkey

Monkey Tangerie National Park Supercuteness.

Mother holding baby monkey

Mother holding baby monkeyThere was such a maternal, human feeling between this mum and her baby.  She was very affectionate – it looks just like love!African squirrel

And … the squirrel!

A Maasi Girl, Tanzania

Maasi girl


This little girl’s uncle took me to visit his village.  The Maasi have chosen to live very traditionally. Their homes are made of mud and they don’t use electricity for lighting or cooking (although they have phones and Facebook).

He asked me to take a “beautiful” photo of her, but she wasn’t sure.

Gorillas in the Mist

Gorilla Parc du Volcanes Earlier this year I went to Rwanda with my family. We travelled to the Parc National des Volcans to see the gorillas.


We got up early to drive to the centre where a local dance troupe beat drums and sing and dance. My cynicism is washed away in the music, in their obvious enjoyment of of the dance: jumping and grinning.Dancing Parc du Volcanes Parc du Volcanes

We are put in a group with two couples and alloted to a Gorilla family, drive to the beginning of the trail. There are two guides and  we engage three porters from a nearby village to carry our small daypacks. Paying $10 to a porter means that men who used to poach gorillas are employed in their protection, and money goes straight into the local community. The gorillas are critically endangered so from a conservation point of view it’s important that the local community is convinced in the value of their protection. But it’s hard, when there’s such an unequal web of economic forces at play. For example, just for the pass, (excluding flights, accommodation and our guide) we paid over $2000 for a family of four (passes recently went up to $700), even our relatively well off guide shakes his head at the cost. What do the people  in the local village – mud houses, the women tilling the soil with a baby tied to their back –think of our extravagance? When you’re struggling to survive  it makes sense that you would weigh up the gorillas and your own children and pick your children. In that equation poaching makes sense. In that little pocket of forest and mountain everyone’s on the edge of something.

We climb through terraced farmland, where the crush of our feet releases the scent of herbs. When we reach the border of the forest we are joined by four trackers with guns to scare awawy buffalo or bush elephants. My first jungle: mud and stinging nettles, the path straight up over rocks and slush. Mist. The porters turn out to be a godsend on the muddy, nearly vertical slope. One holds my hand the whole way, carrying my camera under his jacket like an injured bird. We hear the gorillas, leave our bags and continue on. and then, in a thicket of stinging nettles, a little black face.




Kibale National Park, Uganda: Nighttime, a tent. I’m sick. I’m throwing up and dizzy and my stomach keeps cramping, I have to get up. The path to the toilet goes through a grassy clearing and then a few hundred meters through the jungle. I turn off the torch. Fireflies flash on and off around my head and the grass on either side of the path is covered in glowing turquoise dew drops. I look closer and see they are thousands of  spiders, lighting my way like stars. 

This photo isn’t in Uganda, it’s in Nagoya City, Japan. Photographer Yume Cyan has done a series of long exposure photos of fireflies, and they’re a little bit magical.