The alarm went off at 3 am. The silly things we do.

I slept stalkers in the loftus tent, temperatures never dropped below average. It was spooky silent in the baobab forest as horizontal lights slowly emerged.

This is the true Golden Hour, the sky is on fire. Only for a short period, I needed a plan to the max.

I set Osmo out on Timelapse duties in front of three baobab trees towards the glowing sky. OM-D had the tele lens on and was ready to go across my shoulder.

Rick had meanwhile passed his safety check and had the home point updated. Let’s roll. If anyone had seen me operating 2 cameras and a drone before 5 am? The things that we do.

Within minutes, the sky turned from fiery red into purple and blue. A tele lens is perfect for low light conditions as the lens increases the light exposure to the subject.

Rick was doing his panorama magic, I best check on Osmo. A dense layer of clouds covered the horizon far far away.

Cotton ball clouds added a surreal perspective to an otherwise clear sky.

At 5:27 am, the sun emerged behind the baobab trees.

This was the perfect mark for the Olympus telelens I had been waiting for.

The fiery ball was wrapped in high palls which extended the orange glow beyonda. Wow.

Check out all these colors in the sky.

Add the ghostly appearance of baobab trees.

I was right in my element, a photographic rush hour. No time to rest for the wicked picket.

Rick’s batteries are on low, we have a few more to go. I noticed a group of youngsters coming slowly towards me.

They most likely live in one of the houses and heard the buzzing noises.

It was so calm and quiet that flying Rick would have attracted folks from miles away.

The four girls, one boy, and a puppy dog had not seen anything like that as I waved them over. Sitting in my chair, I flew Rick over their common grounds.

Those staring eyes and excited voices are something to remember.

I didn’t understand a word but facial expressions and body language were easy to read. Smile and wave.

There was another location I was interested in flying Rick.

A few kilometers north lies a little community that I passed yesterday.

A few straw-head houses lined up on a hill near the Luangwa River. Some large baobab trees scattered around traditional and tin roof housing.

Noticeably, the immense baobab on the hill was already covered in lush greens. I just needed to get Rick close enough to capture the scene. It was 7:30 am by now, morning rush hour. Again, I was spotted early. Youngsters chased Rick with stones whilst some comunals came over asking for money and food. It would have been a nice bonus to an already outstanding photographic collection this morning.

Was it worth it? You bet. I am chuffed. The temperature already reached 30+ degrees Celsius as I handed out some extra food to the elderly.

Next stop, is Zambia’s capital Lusaka.