s o r r y m u m and Dante - a lion at Chipangali Wildlife Orphanage, Zimbabwe

Dante - a male lion resident at Chipangali Wildlife Orphanage. He is a wonderfully playful and social lion.
Photo: K.Udland

In 2013 I stayed 8 weeks working at the Chipangali Wildlife Orphanage as a volunteer and highly recommend staying at least 4 weeks to get the most of it. By then you will get to know the animals as you need to spend time with them to get them to know you. Then perhaps Dante will come running to you wanting to play when you come to see him. Standing on his behind legs like a gentle giant inviting you to run with him. Or Lundi - a male leopard - will come up to the fence for a cuddle. Imagine the feeling of digging your fingers in a lions mane and carefully stroke a leopards moist nose as he comes up to greet you. Imagine the size of a lions furball!

Dante. Photo: K. Udland

They do wonderwork at this family-run orphanage in Zimbabwe. Also when it comes to the education of local children. You will get to go to school with the African rock python, a chameleon and the lively brothers Terence and Bandit - vervet monkeys still being bottlefed as I write. They will pee on you, poo on you, jump inside your sweater to feel safe and test your boundaries as any kid would. Monkeywise.

www.chipangali.com

"Chipangali is a haven for wild animals which have little hope for survival in the wild – creatures which have been orphaned, abandoned, injured, born in captivity or brought up unsuccessfully as pets. It is often the last refuge for those brought in sick or injured, and increasingly it is a sanctuary for confiscated animals."

Me, Terence and Bandit. Photo: K. Udland

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