Early this morning my United Airlines flight passed low over the steely waters west of Long Island, dotted by the occasional green islet as we came in for a landing at New York’s JFK airport. I am about to board my flight to Johannesburg. At the moment I’m seated beside a group of big game hunters on their way to southern Africa, dressed in khaki and camouflage… “What are you out to hunt?” I asked. “Lions and…whatever else we run into,” a man with a wide-brimmed khaki hat replied with a laugh. “Oh,” I said. I wasn’t sure what else to say.

More to come soon — the boarding call just sounded over the loudspeaker!