1.0Sailors on Safarihttps://www.ventanasvoyage.com/africarich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="owXvF2GW9c"><a href="https://www.ventanasvoyage.com/africa/african-skies/">Under African Skies</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.ventanasvoyage.com/africa/african-skies/embed/#?secret=owXvF2GW9c" width="600" height="338" title="“Under African Skies” — Sailors on Safari" data-secret="owXvF2GW9c" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.ventanasvoyage.com/africa/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> I’m sitting on the bank of the Luangwa river. The sun has just set, painting the sky an ostentatious orange – reminiscent of Doug West’s paintings of an Arizona sunset. In front of me there are at least 50 hippos bellowing and snorting and getting ready to leave the water where they spend their entire ... Read more