As a Boy Scout, I was taught bushcraft and survival skills by the National Parks rangers, and I was utterly fascinated. Though I didn’t realise it at the time, those experiences set the course for my life. But first, I needed a qualification.
After my father passed away, my mother moved to Johannesburg, South Africa. After a year at university, I finally pursued what I had long dreamed of—becoming a pilot. It took two and a half years of training, and like many aspiring commercial pilots the next stage of my career was to become a flight instructor. However, for various reasons, this wasn’t the path I wanted to follow. In the meantime, I needed to find a way to earn money to train for and pass my Instrument Pilot Rating.
As luck would have it, I answered an advertisement for a Trails Ranger position and interviewed with John Varty. In September 1976, I started working at Londolozi. My friend Lex Hes joined around the same time, and much of my guiding knowledge came from the countless hours we spent identifying the wildlife and natural habitat around us. It was also the beginning of my passion for photography—encouraged by Lex, I bought my first camera.
My two and a half years at Londolozi passed too quickly and remain some of my most treasured memories, not just for the experiences but also for the lifelong friendships I formed. I had learned the art of guiding, but it was time to put my pilot training to use. The right place for that was the Okavango Delta in Botswana.