Sarah Gold

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But the
most dramatic, and fabulous, manifestation of the tribal collaboration here is
the indigenous-chic architecture. The structures (housing 24 open-air suites,
all designed by Russell) are made from the same materials as the huts in nearby
villages: white quartz, fig branches, river rock, straw. Rough-textured, with
curving surfaces punctuated by pools of water, they seem to have grown
organically, like mushrooms, out of the red-rock cliffs and brushy slopes of
the escarpment. Yet when they’re seen from above, the lodge’s cluster of
soaring thatch spires seems as modern a silhouette as the Sydney Opera House or
Frank Gehry’s Bilbao Guggenheim. It’s almost certainly been a draw for the
small parade of celebrities who’ve stayed here in recent years (Bono and Bill
Gates among them).

The bats
in my roof make a racket as I’m getting ready for bed. They’re growing restless
now that the sun has gone down—rustling their wings, flapping and twittering.
For a while I listen to them as I lie inside my gauzy mosquito net, until
gradually the sounds grow softer, and I sleep.

Redefining the Luxury Safari Lodge

But the
most dramatic, and fabulous, manifestation of the tribal collaboration here is
the indigenous-chic architecture. The structures (housing 24 open-air suites,
all designed by Russell) are made from the same materials as the huts in nearby
villages: white quartz, fig branches, river rock, straw. Rough-textured, with
curving surfaces punctuated by pools of water, they seem to have grown
organically, like mushrooms, out of the red-rock cliffs and brushy slopes of
the escarpment. Yet when they’re seen from above, the lodge’s cluster of
soaring thatch spires seems as modern a silhouette as the Sydney Opera House or
Frank Gehry’s Bilbao Guggenheim. It’s almost certainly been a draw for the
small parade of celebrities who’ve stayed here in recent years (Bono and Bill
Gates among them).

The bats
in my roof make a racket as I’m getting ready for bed. They’re growing restless
now that the sun has gone down—rustling their wings, flapping and twittering.
For a while I listen to them as I lie inside my gauzy mosquito net, until
gradually the sounds grow softer, and I sleep.

Sarah Gold

Redefining the Luxury Safari Lodge

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