Hippos and haute cuisine at a ‘bush boutique’ safari lodge in Zambia

That river would be the Kafue, in west-central Zambia. A tributary of the more famous Zambezi River, the Kafue meanders for almost a thousand miles.

Midway along, it intersects the enormous Kafue National Park, tracing the park’s eastern boundaries. The second-largest park in Africa, and one of the largest protected areas in the world, Kafue is home to elephant, lion, zebra, antelope, hundr of bird species, and plenty of hungry, hungry hippos to mess with your sleep cycle.

The interior of tented chalet at Kaingu Safari Lodge.
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Think “safari” and Zambia isn’t among the places that normally pop to mind.

Kenya, Tanzania, and Botswana get most of the attention. They also get the crowds.

Many African parks have come to feel more and more like zoos, replete with screaming kids and conga lines of minivans encircling some bewildered cheetah. It was the promise of a quieter and more secluded experience that drew me to Zambia, and to Kafue in particular.

Here you’ll find 8,600 square miles of unspoiled wilderness. Lush swaths of greenery skirt the riverbanks, then give way to endless expanses of the semideciduous woods known locally as “miombo.

” Sun-baked plains of scrub and thorn are studded by century-old termite mounds; Baobab and fig trees soar in prehistoric-looking clusters. It’s as beautiful as it is hostile, but either way offering some of the most spectacular vistas you’ll ever see.

Tourists are here, but not many. On a game drive you’re more likely to encounter an elephant than another Land Rover.

John Deere at the wheel of a Land Rover during an afternoon game drive.
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Of course, as much I appreciate remoteness and solitude, I’m also a sucker for creature comforts and letting someone else arrange the logistics of what to see, when to see it, and how.

That’s where the Kaingu Safari Lodge comes in. Five hours by road from the Zambian capital of Lusaka, or six from the southern frontier town of Livingstone, Kaingu is the most idyllically set of the Kafue game lodges.

It’s right on the river, with six tented chalets, a “family” chalet with space for eight guests, and three campsites. Kaingu was established in 2005 by Rick and Lynda Schultz, a pair of globe-trotting Australians from Melbourne.

They were joined six years ago by Gil and Julia Dixon, by way of Scotland and Germany respectively. The two couples oversee a staff of up to 22 employees, including two chefs and a team of guides.

Kaingu deftly navigates the sometimes uneasy line between luxury and adventure. There’s that phrase, “white tablecloth safari,” with its colonialist overtones and 19th-century style affectations.

That’s not Kaingu. Instead, you get just the right blend of rustic and indulgent.

It’s not inexpensive, but neither is it extravagant or pretentious. “Bush boutique” is how Julia Dixon describes it.

The tented chalets, with thatched roofs and walled-in outdoor showers, are stylish but unfussy. Each overlooks the river, with a porch and chairs for that golden hour gin and tonic.

Just remember to latch the screen door any time you step away. The resident vervet monkeys are as dastardly as they are amusing, and are liable to run off with your passport or binoculars.

Kaingu’s outstanding pair of chefs, Wina and Elizabeth, prepare three equally outstanding meals a day. I’m the ultimate non-foodie, yet there I was jumping with anticipation at the sound of the dinner bell (there is, literally, a bell).

Every appetizer and entree, without exception, left me in a state of bliss. One night it was the Kafue River crayfish with smoked tomato risotto and snow pea, the next it was lamb chops with ginger and almond sauce.

Fish curry with cucumber lime salad? Seared breast of duck with glazed sweet potatoes? We’re hundr of miles from the nearest big city, and I’ve never eaten so good. The ingredients are grown at the lodge or otherwise locally sourced, and everything — even the bread — is cooked on-site.

Guests are assigned a guide, in whose company you can enjoy any of several partial or full-day activities, from game drives and treks to excursions along the river. The lodge has three aluminum outboards, each with seats for six.

Overnight stays are available on nearby islands.

Scenery along the Kafue River.

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Our guide was the curiously named John Deere. We took this to be a humorous coincidence until John explained that Zambian children are often named in honor of material objects that have meaning to their families.

In this case, yes, a venerable tractor that had been a fixture on the family farm. John Deere turned out to be the most startlingly knowledgeable nature guide I’ve met in over 30 years of travel.

In an instant he could identify and describe virtually any of the park’s flora or fauna, be it a tree, a bird, or a mammal. Some of these were the sort of marquee stars that needed no introduction (elephant, zebra, warthog, hippo), but without John, we wouldn’t have known a bushbuck from a waterbuck from a reedbuck; a grysbok from a hartebeest from a kudu.

He was particularly helpful when it came to birds. After a pair of full-day game drives I had logged close to 90 species, including several I’d never seen before, like the Schalow’s Turaco and the Red-chested Cuckoo.

The majority of these, if not for John’s keen eye and expertise, would have gone onto my life list accompanied by question marks or asterisks.

In the dry season, water levels in the Kafue drop substantially, revealing strings of almost comically picturesque islets.

Soft sandy beaches are backdropped by stacks of enormous boulders buffed smooth and white after millennia of erosion. Beneath the boulders grow lawns of brilliantly green grass, strangely manicured to a perfect ¾ inch, as if by machine.

Thus each islet looks uncannily like a primordial miniature golf course, complete with rock sculptures and putting greens.

I was standing in the center of one of these putting greens when, to my consternation, John Deere matter-of-factly explained that the “machine” responsible for keeping the grass so neatly trimmed is, of course, the hippopotamus.

I’d been dealing with enough hippo-related anxiety as it was, and didn’t need to hear this. We’d seen several hippo pods during the boat ride over, and I knew they were lurking nearby.

Wina, one of two outstanding chefs at the Kaingu Lodge.Patrick Smith for The Boston Globe

That anxiety would reach a crescendo 24 hours later.

It was our final afternoon, and the plan was to take a trip down the Kafue in inflatable kayaks. Whose idea this was I can’t remember, but I spent the morning dreading it, wracked by premonitions of being impaled on a hippo tusk and dragged to my demise beneath the water.

John Deere and Gil Dixon did their best to assuage my worries, employing such non-encouragements as, “It’s not likely to be dangerous.”

“But a hippo can chomp through metal,” I protested.

“A golden retriever can sink an inflatable kayak.”

“You’ll be fine,” promised John.

“If we do see a hippo anywhere close, just turn 90 degrees and paddle to the bank.”

We weren’t five minutes into the river when exactly that scenario happened.

We’d entered a small channel alongside one of those cartoon islets when, right there, not 30 feet in front of me, I saw the hippopotamus, its ears wriggling adorably in that way you see in nature documentaries. It turned directly toward us, then submerged.

“Hippo!” I yelled, digging in my paddle with an energy I’m scarcely capable of, yawing us hard toward the shore.

A few minutes later we were standing in the mud, waiting for a rescue boat.

I refused to go any further.

That evening, on the veranda overlooking the river, Gil handed me a cocktail.

“You know,” he said. “That hippo, it was just minding its business.

I doubt it posed a threat.” He sighed.

“But I guess I can’t blame you.” He then went on to entertain me — which is to say embarrass me — with tales of other guests whose bravado and derring-do made me feel like the biggest coward in Africa.

Like the swaggering foursome of Aussies who took to the river in inner tubes, armed with only a pocket knife and a broomstick. They survived, and I would have, too.

But heck, it wouldn’t have been a safari without a dose or two of fright. Even if most of it was self-induced.

Getting to Kaingu

Travelers can visit Kaingu Safari Lodge and the Kafue National Park by road from the Zambian capital of Lusaka or the southern gateway of Livingstone, just across the bridge from Victoria Falls. British Airways and Emirates are among the carriers serving Lusaka.

Multiple daily flights into Victoria Falls are available via Johannesburg. Rates at Kaingu Safari Lodge start at $445 per person, per night and include tented chalet accommodations, three daily meals, and activities.

Various multiday packages are available.

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