It also brings them closer to our camp and to the sausage trees
com) offer seven nights in Zambia including three nights at the Sausage Tree
Camp from pounds 2,950, with British Airways flights from UK, internal flights, all meals and drinks.
And prima my favourite snippet from the pupils at one primary school is still, one little boy telling me that he grew potatoes because he likes chips, a little girl adding that she grew tomatoes because she likes tomato sauce and another little lad chipping in cheekily, "I wanted to grow a sausage tree
but we couldn't find any sausage seeds.
They are taking part in Fight Night 2, which organisers hope will raise up to pounds 20,000, to be split between the Motor Neurone Disease Association, the Brain Tumour Research Campaign and the Zambian children's charity Sausage Tree
Zambesia Botanica is made from an extract of the African tree Kigelia, nicknamed the sausage tree
because of the bitter-tasting, extract-producing fruit pods which hang from the branches and resemble sausages.
And as always it's great to see the school children becoming more and more involved; I will always remember a little five-year-old telling me he wanted to grow a sausage tree
and this year there was a wonderful moment when one of the teachers was explaining pollination to her young class.
A new herbal cream called Zambesia Botanica, made with the fruit and bark extracts from the African Sausage Tree
, is highly effective on all irritated skin and has little or none of the harmful side effects of steroid equivalents.
One little boy told me he had grown potatoes so he could make chips, another had grown tomatoes so they could have tomato sauce with their chips whilst their friend chirped up, "And I wanted to grow a sausage tree
The campsite overlooked the river from under some magnificent mahogany and sausage trees
, and consisted only of a large oval thatched-pole hut where our food and other paraphernalia was stored, and a long-drop loo some twenty-five paces away .
A family of baboons grapple with pendulous seed pods hanging from ubiquitous sausage trees
, while the cacophonous call of a blacksmith bird adds an oddly industrial clatter to the soundscape.
The bush is glorious to walk through; sausage trees
hang fruits, like, well like giant sausages, a band of baboons enjoy the taste and several are pulled down for breakfast, landing with a vibrating thud on the red earth.