Kenyan Safari Expedition

The plane wheels kissed the tarmac at Jomo Kenyatta International Airport, and I knew my adventure had truly begun. Nairobi’s morning sun streamed through the glass windows as I wheeled my bag past the bustle of arrivals, my heart racing with anticipation. My overland safari through Kenya was set to take me across three of the most legendary reserves on the continent, Maasai Mara, Amboseli, and Samburu. I had dreamt of this moment for years, and now the promise of vast savannahs, towering elephants, and warrior-guarded villages was within reach.

Our safari vehicle rumbled out of the city, leaving Nairobi’s chaos behind and rolling into the wide-open landscapes that define Kenya. The first destination was the Maasai Mara, a name that instantly conjures images of the Great Migration and endless plains. As we entered the park, herds of wildebeest stretched like a living river across the horizon. Lions lazed in the shade, their golden coats blending seamlessly with the tall grass, while a cheetah stalked silently in the distance. That night, under a blanket of stars, I listened to the distant roar of lions, the crackle of the campfire, and the gentle lull of the Mara nature’s symphony at its finest.

From the Mara, we drove south toward Amboseli, a land where Africa’s giants roam against one of the most iconic backdrops in the world: Mount Kilimanjaro. The snowcapped peak revealed itself in the morning mist, and I found myself gasping at the view of elephants ambling across the dusty plains with Kilimanjaro rising behind them. The sheer size of these elephants was humbling, their tusks like ivory crescents gleaming in the sun. I spent hours just watching them move in family groups, protective mothers shielding calves while the bulls commanded silent respect. Amboseli felt both wild and timeless, a reminder of nature’s raw power.

The final leg of the journey took me north to Samburu, a rugged, less-traveled gem where the Ewaso Nyiro River cuts through arid landscapes. Samburu was unlike anywhere else I had seen in Kenya: red dust, rocky outcrops, and rare wildlife found only in the north. Here I encountered the "Samburu Special Five": Grevy’s zebras with their fine pinstripes, graceful gerenuks stretching on hind legs to feed, Somali ostriches, reticulated giraffes, and the elusive beisa oryx. The Samburu people welcomed us with dances, their bright shukas swirling as they sang stories of survival and strength in a land that demands both.

Every day on the road brought something new, sunrises that painted the sky in fire, sudden thunderstorms that washed the earth clean, and evenings spent swapping stories with fellow travelers over steaming mugs of tea. Our overland truck became a moving window into Kenya’s soul, carrying us from lush grasslands to parched deserts, from predator-filled plains to villages brimming with color and song. The journey stitched together landscapes and cultures that felt worlds apart yet somehow connected through the rhythm of the wild.

As I boarded my flight home from Nairobi, I carried with me more than just photographs. I carried the thrill of seeing a leopard slink through the bushes at dusk, the laughter of Samburu children who held my hand, and the overwhelming serenity of watching elephants under Kilimanjaro’s gaze. Kenya had given me not just a safari, but a journey into the heart of Africa. And as the plane lifted off, I whispered to myself: Jessica Parkins will be back.

 

 

Chasing Paradise in the Bahamas

There are destinations that steal your heart at first glance, and then there’s the Bahamas, a dazzling mosaic of islands where turquoise waters kiss soft white sands, and time seems to stand still. The moment my plane touched down, I knew I had arrived somewhere extraordinary. The gentle island breeze carried the scent of salt and hibiscus, and the warm Bahamian sun welcomed me into a world that felt like a dream painted in blue and gold.

My journey began in Nassau, the vibrant capital buzzing with color, culture, and colonial charm. Strolling through the pastel-lined streets of downtown, I discovered lively markets bursting with handwoven straw crafts and the irresistible aroma of conch fritters sizzling on street-side grills. Every corner told a story, from the grand staircase carved out of limestone at Queen’s Staircase to the rhythmic beats of Junkanoo, the islands’ spirited festival that never seems too far away.

From Nassau, I hopped onto a boat to explore the Exumas, a slice of heaven where the sea glitters like glass and every island feels untouched. Here, I found myself swimming alongside the famous wild pigs at Big Major Cay, an experience both surreal and exhilarating. Snorkeling in Thunderball Grotto, made famous by James Bond films, felt like diving into another universe, where shafts of sunlight pierced the crystal waters, illuminating schools of technicolor fish.

What struck me most about the Bahamas wasn’t just its natural beauty, but the warmth of its people. Every smile felt genuine, every “hello” carried a sense of island kinship. Locals were quick to share their heritage, their food, and their love for the sea. Over plates of cracked conch and Bahamian macaroni pie, I learned that the true spirit of the Bahamas lies not just in its landscapes but in its community, resilient, proud, and endlessly welcoming.

As the days melted into each other, I found peace in the simple moments: sipping fresh coconut water under the shade of palm trees, kayaking through mangroves alive with bird calls, and watching fiery sunsets that turned the horizon into a masterpiece. The Bahamas teaches you to slow down, to savor, and to reconnect, not just with nature, but with yourself.

Leaving the islands was the hardest part. As the plane lifted over the patchwork of blues below, I realized that the Bahamas wasn’t just a destination, it was a feeling, one of freedom, serenity, and endless wonder. And like the tide, I know I’ll be drawn back again, because some places aren’t meant to be visited just once; they’re meant to be lived, over and over again.

 

 

Seychelles and Zanzibar: A Twin Journey into Island Paradise

There are some corners of the world where nature outshines every expectation, and my journey through Seychelles and Zanzibar felt exactly like that, a blissful escape into two tropical paradises, each with its own heartbeat, rhythm, and soul. Set in the azure waters of the Indian Ocean, these islands welcome travelers with a perfect blend of pristine beaches, cultural treasures, and experiences that linger long after the trip ends.

My first stop was Seychelles, a cluster of 115 islands often described as the jewels of the Indian Ocean. The moment I stepped onto Mahé, I was greeted by a symphony of waves crashing gently against the shores and lush granite peaks rising dramatically from the sea. Victoria, the charming capital, felt like a postcard come alive with bustling markets, Creole architecture, and a mix of cultures that reflected the islands’ rich heritage.

Seychelles is the kind of place that spoils you for choice. Anse Lazio and Anse Source d’Argent, with their powdery sands and sculpted granite boulders, were nothing short of breathtaking. Snorkeling in Sainte Anne Marine National Park revealed a kaleidoscope of marine life parrotfish, angelfish, and sea turtles gliding effortlessly beneath me. Each day felt like a new discovery, whether it was hiking the Morne Seychellois trails or simply watching the sunset melt into the horizon.

But Seychelles wasn’t just about landscapes, it was about flavors too. I found myself falling in love with Creole cuisine, a delicious mix of French, African, and Indian influences. Freshly grilled fish with chili sauce, coconut curries, and breadfruit chips became my staples. Every meal told a story of migration, history, and the ocean’s generosity, and sharing food with locals added warmth to every bite.

From Seychelles, I crossed to another gem of the Indian Ocean, Zanzibar. The archipelago, often called the “Spice Island,” was a completely different experience, more rustic yet equally enchanting. The air itself seemed infused with cloves, cinnamon, and nutmeg, and the narrow alleys of Stone Town invited me into a maze of history, trade, and tradition. Carved wooden doors, old forts, and the hum of daily life painted a picture of a place that was both ancient and alive.

Zanzibar’s beaches offered a sense of tranquility that contrasted beautifully with the energy of Stone Town. Nungwi and Kendwa beaches felt untouched, their sands soft and golden, while the tides revealed starfish and shells like treasures from the deep. Sailing on a traditional dhow boat during sunset was one of the most magical experiences, watching the sails billow against the orange-streaked sky as fishermen cast their nets in age-old fashion.

The spice farms of Zanzibar were another highlight. Walking through plantations, I touched, smelled, and tasted the island’s bounty vanilla pods, cardamom, ginger, and lemongrass growing in harmony. It wasn’t just a tour; it was a sensory journey that explained why Zanzibar’s spices shaped global history. Coupled with traditional Swahili dishes like pilau rice and octopus curry, it was an immersion into a culture that thrives on flavor and story.

What tied both Seychelles and Zanzibar together was the warmth of their people. Whether it was a Seychellois fisherman sharing tales of the sea or a Zanzibari guide explaining the history of the Omani sultans, I felt a genuine hospitality that transcended language and culture. These islands were not just places to visit but communities to connect with, and each encounter deepened my appreciation of their unique identities.

Leaving was bittersweet, but as the plane lifted above the glittering turquoise expanse, I realized that Seychelles and Zanzibar had given me something priceless: a reminder that paradise isn’t just about scenery, but about the balance of nature, culture, and humanity. They are islands that whisper to your soul, urging you to return, and I know I will, because journeys like this are not just about travel, they’re about finding pieces of yourself in faraway places.

 

India Off the Beaten Path: Hidden Gems and Bold Adventures

India is a land that greets you with a burst of colors, aromas, and traditions the moment you set foot on its soil. From bustling cities to serene countryside landscapes, every corner has a story waiting to be told. My recent journey through this diverse country was nothing short of life-changing, blending history, spirituality, adventure, and culture in ways I could never have imagined.

My trip began in Delhi, the capital, where history and modernity coexist. The grandeur of the Red Fort and the delicate carvings of Humayun’s Tomb transported me to the Mughal era, while the busy markets of Chandni Chowk brought me back to the present with their spices, fabrics, and endless street food. Navigating through the city on a rickshaw was thrilling, a sensory overload of sound and motion.

From Delhi, I took a short train ride to Agra, home of the iconic Taj Mahal. Standing in front of this monument of love at sunrise was surreal. The white marble seemed to glow softly against the morning sky, and as I walked through its gardens, I realized why it remains one of the wonders of the world. Beyond the Taj, Agra Fort offered stunning views and a deep dive into India’s imperial past.

The next stop was Jaipur, the “Pink City” of Rajasthan. Here, vibrant palaces, colorful bazaars, and majestic forts painted a picture of royal India. The Amber Fort, with its intricate mirrors and courtyards, left me in awe, while the Hawa Mahal’s honeycomb-like façade was a photographer’s dream. I couldn’t leave without trying traditional Rajasthani thali, a feast of flavors that spoke to the state’s rich culinary heritage.

Seeking spiritual peace, I traveled to Varanasi, one of the oldest living cities in the world. Watching the evening Ganga Aarti ceremony along the ghats was profoundly moving. The chants, lamps, and devotion created an atmosphere that words can hardly capture. A sunrise boat ride on the Ganges revealed the cycle of life in its raw form, pilgrims bathing, rituals being performed, and children playing by the water.

My journey then took me south to Kerala, known as “God’s Own Country.” Cruising through the tranquil backwaters on a houseboat was pure bliss. Palm trees swayed over the canals, birds sang, and life along the waterways unfolded slowly and beautifully. Ayurvedic massages, local seafood curries, and warm hospitality made Kerala feel like a peaceful retreat from the chaos of the cities.

For adventure, I couldn’t resist heading to Goa, India’s beach paradise. The golden sands, palm-fringed coastlines, and laid-back atmosphere were perfect for unwinding. I spent days exploring flea markets, enjoying seafood shacks, and even trying water sports along the Arabian Sea. Goa’s Portuguese heritage was also evident in its old churches and architecture, adding layers to its charm.

Before leaving, I made a quick stop in Mumbai, India’s city of dreams. The contrast between modern skyscrapers and colonial-era buildings fascinated me. Watching the Gateway of India against the Arabian Sea, tasting vada pav from a street stall, and experiencing the city’s vibrant nightlife made Mumbai the perfect final chapter of my Indian adventure.

Traveling through India was like reading a book with countless chapters, each destination offering something entirely different yet connected. From the architectural wonders of the north to the serene landscapes of the south, India captured my heart. It’s a country that challenges you, embraces you, and leaves you richer in spirit. I left with memories etched forever and a promise to return, because one journey to India is never enough.

 

 

Delta Dreams: Life Among the Lilies and Lions

There are few places on Earth that feel truly untouched, where nature unfolds in its rawest, most magnificent form. The Okavango Delta in Botswana is one such place. This UNESCO World Heritage Site is a labyrinth of channels, lagoons, and islands that spreads out like a giant green jewel in the heart of the Kalahari Desert. My journey into the delta was not just a safari; it was an immersion into a living paradise.

The adventure began with a light aircraft flight from Maun, the gateway to the Delta. As the plane soared over the waterways, I gazed down at a patchwork of shimmering channels and lush floodplains, teeming with life. From above, elephants appeared as tiny grey specks moving in slow, deliberate lines, while herds of buffalo grazed in the distance. The aerial view alone was worth the trip, offering a perspective of nature’s grand design.

Landing on a dusty airstrip, I was met by my guide and whisked off in a safari vehicle to the camp. The drive itself was a safari, giraffes craned their necks above the acacias, zebras trotted across the path, and a herd of impalas bounded gracefully out of sight. By the time we arrived, the air was already alive with the calls of birds, the rustling of reeds, and the distant rumble of hippos.

One of the most magical experiences in the Okavango Delta is traveling by mokoro, a traditional dugout canoe. Gliding silently along narrow channels, poled by a skilled guide, I was enveloped by the sights and sounds of the wetlands. Kingfishers darted past in flashes of blue, lilies floated serenely on the water’s surface, and a pair of elephants waded nearby, their trunks dipping gracefully into the water. The mokoro ride felt like slipping into a secret world few ever get to see.

Game drives offered another perspective of the Delta’s incredible biodiversity. Each outing brought new surprises: lions lazing in the shade of a termite mound, leopards stealthily prowling through tall grass, and herds of elephants moving with a quiet dignity across the plains. Watching a herd of wildebeest scatter as a pack of wild dogs gave chase was both thrilling and humbling, a raw reminder of nature’s rhythm of life and death.

Evenings in the Delta were equally enchanting. As the sun sank low, painting the sky with hues of orange and purple, the air cooled and the bush came alive with nocturnal sounds. Around the campfire, stories were shared about close encounters with wildlife, the traditions of the local people, and the delicate balance that sustains this fragile ecosystem. The canopy of stars above felt so close, as if the entire universe had gathered to watch over the Delta.

Beyond its wildlife, the Okavango is a story of survival and adaptation. Seasonal floods transform the desert into wetlands, and both animals and people have evolved to live in harmony with this ebb and flow. Meeting local guides, whose lives are deeply intertwined with the Delta, gave me a deeper appreciation of its cultural and ecological significance. Their knowledge and respect for the land were as inspiring as the landscapes themselves.

My days in the Delta passed quickly, but each moment felt timeless. From the adrenaline rush of spotting a lion on the hunt to the serenity of drifting through water channels, every experience was a chapter in a larger story one that spoke of resilience, beauty, and connection. The Okavango is not just a place you visit; it’s a place that lingers within you, reminding you of the planet’s wild heart.

Leaving the Okavango Delta was bittersweet. As the small plane lifted off once more, I looked down at the endless green veins of water and grass stretching beneath me. I knew I was leaving behind one of the world’s most extraordinary places, but I also carried with me the memory of its untamed magic. Botswana’s Okavango Delta is more than a safari, it’s an awakening, a reminder of what it means to truly be part of nature.