On the banks of the Hippo-laden Luangwa River lies Mchenja, this heavenly slice of ebony-clad, off-grid chic. No matter how frantically you wave your phone around, there’s not a single bar of signal to be found. (Waving for a single malt is an entirely different story.) Lather up in the privacy of your open-air, reed-wrapped bathroom, hit the bush on foot*, or hold onto your wide-brimmed hat as you zoom off in search of big cats looking to picnic on puku. Come armed and loaded to Mchenja: There’s not a single turn you’ll take when you won’t be reaching for your camera.
*You don’t quite realise just how tall a giraffe really is until you’re standing below one.
