It’s slightly unreal for us being back in the western world where what you eat is such an important topic for so many people. Talking to friends and family, following social media and even reading the newspaper it’s a topic that can’t be avoided. Of course good food is important for a healthy body and a healthy mind! But how to make sense out of all the articles, studies and opinions? It’s something we can’t be bothered with.
Evil carbs
Not saying we don’t care about what we consume, simply that there’s no point creating the perfect diet being out in the bush. You will have to make do with what is available. Generally that means plenty of fruit and vegetables, limited amounts of meat, limited amounts of dairy, no candy, limited amounts of alcohol and plenty of carbs. Evil carbs?! Yes, we actually need them to make it through long days with plen
ty of activity. Our main ingredients: lots and lots of tomato, onion and green pepper. Getting ridiculously creative to keep it fun and tasty. And then the vegetables that are in season. With our big favourite: mushroom season!
Where we would take giant delicious mushrooms from the forest which nobody would cook for us in case it killed us. All this combined with either rice, (sweet)potato or pasta. Both for lunch and dinner.
Since we got up so crazy crazy early, breakfast was a simple homemade sandwich with homemade peanut butter. Fruit as a snack and desert. Everything we made was prepared on a fire, so slow-cooking every day. Seems like we were actually quite trendy! Or is that so-last-year already?
Strict diet
It may sound like a strict diet and quite tough but you get used to it so quickly you hardly realize what you’re missing. It’s simply not there. Out of sight, out of mind. Cooking in an open kitchen in the middle of a national park does help you take your mind of things too. Visitors include hippo’s, civets, bushpigs, pukus and elephants. That doesn’t mean you never miss anything at all. Random things like cauliflower, smoked salmon, goatcheese and all kinds of nuts. And although we were never big meat eaters, working with animals and caring about the environment, we did miss the occasional bacon or steak. And for the lady in this troupe, I truly did miss my chocolate!
But then the exercise regime to go with this diet for a maximum result. None. No running. No gym. No ‘Insanity’ programme. Just walking through the bush, following monkeys. Every day, twelve hours a day. Through dense forest and open savannah. Crossing rivers. Avoiding buffalos. Avoiding all prickly or stinging plants and insects. Retrieving panicking running monkeys who lost the group or trying to keep up with the group on a massive exploration spree. We did have lovely breaks, sitting in the sunshine watching monkeys play and dine if they found a beautiful spot with lots to eat. Fruit and vegetables, them too!
Return to temptation
It was hugely effective. We were slim and fit. And felt more healthy than ever. Besides the occasional and inevitable malaria. We both lost more than twenty pounds. We felt amazing. We loved our strong fit bodies and enjoyed the compliments we got.
The Malawians worried though. They love people full and round. They said Kasungu was eating us. Well, they would love us now. We left the Bush-diet and returned to temptation. Maybe even more temptation since we missed so much for so long. Still you would think you would stick to the diet that worked so well for you. But our new western diet may have included lots of cheese and sauce and pizza. And beer and wine and crazy amounts of chocolate. Is that the famous yo-yo effect? Well we’ll return to the Bush-diet soon and let it prove it’s worth!
e release group from Lilongwe Wildlife Centre. They walk towards the release team, showing off their shiny fur, their big bellies and their healthy babies. They don’t need us anymore…what a year it has been. After their rough start in life they got the chance to live in the wild. Which is beautiful and free but also tough. They did so well!
males grew up during this year and decided to go find some new females. In a wild troop they would grow up with mothers, sisters, and aunts so it is natural for them to take off and find some unrelated ladies that they can make babies with. We still hope to run into them some time so we can see they found their place.
We have been around less and less and to them we are strange creatures. The males keep them away from us and rightfully so because they should stay wild. Some of the males wear the scars of their wild life where they have fought for their place in the group as well as for their females. The wild guy that joined the group had to leave again. He thought he could have his share of the good life with our group but underestimated how much our males like their ladies and were willing to work together to keep him away from them. They have fought hard but lived to tell and their scars make them look tough and seem to be proof of their capability of living the wild life. Who said it would be easy?


