South China Morning Post

An elephant at Mozambique’s Maputo Special Reserve. Pictures: Christopher P. Baker

Christopher P. Baker, The South China Morning Post
March 22, 2018


If you are charged by an elephant, you must run and throw off your
clothes,” says Junhito Timbane, recalling how he escaped an enraged tusker
by stripping off as he fled through the bush. Timbane is trainee manager at
Anvil Bay, a community-owned barefoot beach camp that seems to grow from
the coastal forest at Ponta Chemucane, on the fringe of Mozambique?s Maputo
Special Reserve.

One bull in particular is a dangerous bugger,” adds manager Dave Wylie, as
we swap tales over dinner, our table a diced tree trunk atop the sand.

The rugged South African raises his pinotage to the light and swirls. “He’s
sly. He saw me coming once, so he made an end run through the forest to
intercept me. I got the better of him, though,? he says, laughing. ?I put
my foot down.”

No easy matter, I muse, recalling spinning wheels in the deep sandy tracks
I negotiated to arrive at this remote lodge overlooking the Indian Ocean.

Devastated by a civil war from 1977 until 1992 that decimated its wildlife,
Mozambique struggles to compete in the big-stakes safari game.

Maputo Special Reserve, for example, still has neither rhinos nor buffalo.
No lions, leopards or cheetahs. All were poached or killed during the war.

But tourist infrastructure is being spawned  Anvil Bay opened in 2015 as
the first lodge in the reserve and animal restocking, initiated in 2010,
is approaching critical mass.

Mozambique’s beaches are blessed with some of the most sophisticated
honeypots of indulgence in Africa, promising a resort experience to rival
the Maldives and Mauritius.

The few visitors the country sees may also fly in a helicopter over the
teal-blue Mozambique Channel, swirled with carnation-pink sandy shoals;
sail on one of the traditional dhows ancient holdovers from when this
coast was a dominion of Arab traders that ply the channels, their pointy
sails slicing the shallows like shark fins; snorkel a pristine reef off
Bazaruto Island in crystal waters teeming with parrotfish, Moorish idols
and blackspotted sweetlips; or laze at beach-chic Azura Benguerra, a
luxurious love-nest with rose-petal-strewn king-size beds and torch-lit
gourmet dinners on the sands.

But it is the austere, virginal Maputo Special Reserve that perhaps offers
the most satisfaction.

Despite being barely a 90-minute drive south from Maputo, Mozambique’s
tranquil capital, the 1,040 sq km (400 square mile) reserve is about as
off-the-map a destination as one could imagine. In the next five days, I
will see only four other vehicles (two being dug out of sand), but no lack
of game.

Just five minutes into the park, a herd of gazelle bounds across our path.
Vervet monkeys scamper along the track. Then five giraffes emerge
languorously from the thorny scrub. We stop and I get down (there is a
benefit to there being no predators) and approach on foot through the grass
until they turn and lope off.

Two hours into our visit we arrive at Lagoa Xingute. A yellow-billed stork,
colourful as Crayola, patrols the edge of the lake with occasional dabs at
the mud. Hippos wallow 50 metres from shore.

We settle under a tamarind tree, savouring the serenity as Jos?, our
amiable, willing yet taciturn guide, prepares a picnic lunch. Loving the
setting, we later return to make camp. I relax in a canvas chair, supping
hot chocolate beside a log fire, and listen to the hippos? metallic honks
echo across the still water like tolling church bells.

As dusk approaches, a hippo emerges and begins playing in the foam at the
water’s edge. I grab my camera and, screened by reeds, approach for a
close-up shot. It gets wind of me, spins in my direction, flings wide its
massive maw and bellows.

Two logs, innocuous amid the lakeside flotsam, suddenly rise on eight legs
and slither into the gunmetal lake. Nile crocodiles. Adrenaline fuels my
retreat, punctuated with frequent views over my shoulder.

The park was created as Maputo Elephant Reserve in 1932, to protect
southern Africa’s remaining coastal herd of elephants. Combining
grasslands, wetlands, swamp forests, mangroves and coastal lakes, the
reserve’s purpose was expanded in the 1960s, in recognition of the area’s
wide biodiversity.

Then came the desolating anti-colonial struggles and civil war, and local
extinction of many wildlife species.

In 2006, Mozambique’s National Administration for Conservation Areas and
the Peace Parks Foundation (a non-profit organisation that promotes
trans-frontier conservation areas) signed an agreement to develop and
manage the war-torn park through community-based conservation and tourism.

The prime task was to restore its wildlife, and the first animals arrived
from South Africa in September 2010. By 2016, a total of 1,701 animals had
been translocated.

Rewilding was stepped up last year, with another 2,332 giraffes, impala,
kudus, nyalas, warthogs, waterbuck, wildebeest and zebra. Buffaloes are
soon to be introduced and there is even talk of (eventually) lions. But the
elephants most loudly trumpet this conservation success story.

Once, Africa’s largest-tusked elephants were able to roam this sparsely
populated region ? the ?Elephant Coast? ? in relative safety as they
migrated between Mozambique and South Africa’s KwaZulu-Natal.

The ravages of war were traumatic. Elephants stepped on mines. Others were
shot for meat.

Ivory poaching financed arms procurement. Then, the elephant population
down to an estimated 120 individuals  was divided when, in 1989, the
border with South Africa was sealed.

Today, Maputo Special Reserve and South Africa’s Tembe Elephant Park are
contiguous as part of the Lubombo Transfrontier Conservation Area.

The border fence is gone and about 650 elephants now tramp the ancient
pathways via the Futi River corridor, rekindling old acquaintances as they
roam through dense grass and coastal dune forest.

Jos? is a good driver in the treacherous sand, but of wilderness lore ?
especially elephants ? he seems clueless. We’ve seen them: dark blobs, far
off, half hidden amid a vast, seasonally flooded plain of lime-green grass
that rises to their shoulders.

Then, as we depart the park, we spot a lone elephant almost within arm’s

What looks like a graphite boulder in the tall dry grass which must feel
like a plush mattress to pachyderms in need of a snooze curls a trunk in
the air like a question mark. Jos? stops. Excited, insensate to the d?j? vu
moment, I jump down  photographer’s instinct ? and start shooting.

The beast rises angrily, waves its ears, swishes its tail like a dog, roars
and then mock charges me. I turn tail and run to the vehicle, heart once
again beating madly.

You were lucky. A tusker killed an old lady here last week when she was
cutting reeds for her roof,” says Wylie, five days later, as we dine at
Anvil Bay on a gourmet meal of Swaziland beef steak, Greek salad, roast
potatoes and freshly caught crabs.

People come here thinking it’s like Kruger, and that elephants will react
as if humans are part of the landscape,” adds Pedro Fonseca, owner of
Mabeco Tours. “They were traumatised during the civil war. They have long
memories. When they come at you, they come at you.”

I have returned to Maputo Special Reserve with Fonseca, drawn back by the
reserve’s primal beauty. We pass a herd of elephants, perhaps 50 strong,
moving peacefully among sandy thickets. Fonseca keeps a distance.

“They’ve even been known to overturn vehicles,” he says, eyeing warily two
big bulls lumbering obliquely towards us.

Since 2010, Mozambique has lost half of its elephant population to
poaching by Chinese-led criminal networks seeking ivory for export to what
was until last year the world’s biggest legal market.

But Maputo Special Reserve’s numbers are rising. With more animals, a
stronger anti-poaching effort is needed.

In November, the Peace Parks Foundation committed US$10 million to
improving policing and installing tourist facilities, including three camps
(currently, Maputo Special Reserve has a single rustic campsite on the
shores of the Indian Ocean).

The US$725 million Maputo-Ponta do Ouro highway, which will cross Africa?s
largest suspension bridge and is being built by the China Road and Bridge
Corporation, is due for completion this month and will cut travel time from
Maputo to the reserve in half. This, and plans to pave the sand track from
the park entrance to a new oceanfront lodge nearing completion at
Milibangalala, have Fonseca worried.

This is as wild a place to see animals on safari as you’ll find in this
part of the world,” he says, sweeping his arm across the savannah.
Burchell’s zebra and wildebeest thunder past, the earth trembling beneath
their hooves.

Fonseca then breathes in slowly. “In five or 10 years, Maputo Special
Reserve will be spoiled as a genuine safari experience. You’re privileged
to enjoy it while it?s still raw.?”