Tucan Travel Blog

As I took my first step off the plane in Livingstone, the cooling air con of the cabin was decimated by a wave of immense heat that baked the tarmac of the diminutive landing strip and rippled the horizon. An appropriate welcome to the hottest continent on the planet. Bleary eyed from a nap made restless by my immeasurable excitement during the flight, I passed through customs, gathered my luggage and headed for the tiny airport’s exit. As soon as I passed...