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Today we have a public holiday – Barthélemy Boganda Day - honouring the nation's first prime minister on the anniversary of his death.  So, a good reason to share a little bit of the history of this crazy country.  Oubangui-Chari was a French colony, established in 1903 by their merging two of their colonies, with borders close to those of the present-day Central African Republic.  Although rather than developing the colony themselves, the French leased most of it in concessions to companies who wished to exploit its resources. In November 1946, Barthélemy Boganda was elected as the first national leader. His strong anti-colonial views led to him becoming disillusioned with the French political system and leaving the priesthood in 1949, and forming his own political party, the Social Evolution Movement of Black Africa.  Hugely popular, he became the president of the Grand Council of French Equatorial Africa (which also included Chad, Gabon, and the French Congo) in 1957.  His rule

Finishing lunch on Saturday under a cloudy sky, but with rain not appearing to be imminent, seemed to be a good opportunity to go out for the long walk along the Lodge access road and on along the main road to the nearest village, Mossapoula – perhaps even beyond the village to see if there were still any elephants around near the road. The access road is some 3km, and another 2km beyond that to the village, but it was a nice walk, with hundreds of pretty orange day-flying moths around as well as a number of beautiful locusts – in addition to the usual troops of monkeys in the trees and the accompanying sounds of African Grey Parrots and the heavy wing-beats of White-thighed Hornbills flying overhead.   & on the ground the giant millipedes, which I can never resist picking up as I love the feel of all those little feet on my hands.   Thankfully I’m not yet so used to all this as to take it for granted! On this day though, as I walked through the first part of the village, someo

Whilst I’ve been a birdwatcher for many years, and also have quite a passion for reptiles, I’ve never really paid much attention to the smaller stuff – the insects and arachnids that many of those birds and reptiles eat.   But here at Sangha Lodge I’m learning how interesting this ‘small stuff’ can be.   Not because anyone has directed my attention towards it, but because interesting and/or beautiful insects and spiders are all around me. On the spider front, it started with the spiny-backed orb weaver, seemingly guarding a nest, just above the passenger seat in the Lodge’s car.  Not large, not hairy, and not looking as though it were going to run at me.  So I admired it, from a fairly close distance, without feeling my hair standing on end.  Then I saw a much bigger member of the same family - large enough to be scary, but it wasn't moving, nor could it get onto my body, as it was sitting in the middle of its web, in a plant next to the path.  Again I admired it, and leaned in clo

I’ll see if this is borne out if/when I ever return to live in London, but I was reflecting this morning on the benefits for me of travelling.  Not just the obvious ones – seeing new places, cultures and wildlife, and learning more about the world – but also learning to appreciate things at home that I would otherwise take for granted. I can get by here in the Central African Republic rainforest without radio and television, without yoghurt and fruit juice, without hot water and internet access on demand – because there are alternative pleasures to savour.  Setting out on a walk around the forest in the knowledge that I’m likely to see monkeys, tropical birds and colourful butterflies, watching the sun set over the river, swimming in the river – or even kayaking on the river which I tried for the first time this week (me on the left, being shown how to get into a kayak!). & on the other travels I’ve enjoyed since I set out on this nomadic phase last year, I’ve got by with the loss