Showing posts with label south africa. Show all posts
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Thursday, December 1, 2016

Closing the Loop: the last leg of Stanley's Travels, version 1.0

Nosy Be, December 1, 2016

Sociable weaver nest, Kalahari
When we crossed into South Africa from Botswana at Bokspits, a microscopic border crossing in the far northwest of the country, on Monday, October 3rd, it was in one sense a homecoming for Stanley (a South African registered vehicle), and in another sense the end of the adventurous part of our big loop around Southern Africa.  We still had well over 1500 km to drive to the Johannesburg area, where we were going to store Stanley for a couple of months, but suddenly we were in a country full of shopping malls and sprawling suburbs and it felt as though we had left Africa behind at the border.

We drove south from Bokspits on perfect new tarmac, past big fenced-in ranches and huge communal nests built by sociable weaver birds on top of telephone poles.  Desert melons, the life-giving moisture source of the Kalahari, grew beside the road wherever fences prevented the cattle from eating them.  As we approached Upington, the regional centre, a structure oddly reminiscent of the Death Star appeared in the distance, glowing strangely.  It was a solar-thermal electricity plant, built by a Spanish company, in which a huge array of mirrors reflect sunlight upwards, concentrating the rays at the top of a high tower where the combined heat is used to generate electric power.  Apparently Upington has three of these structures nearby, although we only saw one, and hundreds of Spanish engineers live and work in Upington building and maintaining them. 
Kalahari desert melons

Upington was a culture shock after the emptiness of the Botswanan Kalahari.  We drove through fancy white suburbs to an immense Pick’n’Pay supermarket and shopping mall.  We refilled Stanley’s fridge (working well since its repair in Maun a few days before), changed our leftover Botswanan pula for South African rand, ate some meat pies (our favourite southern African quick lunch), bought Terri a new pair of binoculars, and then drove west towards Augrabies Falls National Park.  It was a pretty drive along the Orange River, past a long series of irrigated vineyards that contrasted sharply with the dusty Kalahari scrubland beside them. 

The Upington Death Star
There was no camping available at Augrabies Falls National Park, so we found a place to stay a few kilometres outside the gate at the Augrabies Falls Lodge and Campground.  It was well maintained, with pretty grounds and good facilities, but a bit close to the noise of the main road.  We finished up the huge pot of lentil and pea soup that we had been carrying around and slept soundly inside Stanley.

We set off for Augrabies National Park the next morning on our trusty folding bicycles after some fresh scones for breakfast courtesy of Terri.  We went first to see the waterfalls, an impressive sight of crashing waters even in the dry season.  The canyon into which the river hurtles is deep, steep and made of beautiful slabs of reddish sandstone.  We set off on the Dassie Hike, but turned back when Terri’s leg, still sore from her tumble at Tsodilo Hills a few weeks earlier, complained about the steep river crossings.  We opted for the shorter but more scenic hike out to Arrowhead Point, where two side canyons join the main river.  One of those tributaries has Twin Falls on it, another beautiful waterfall.
Terri at Arrowhead Point

We had a picnic lunch seated in the scanty shade of a small tree (it was properly hot by midday) and watched a pair of rock kestrels nesting on the sheer cliff on the opposite bank of the canyon.  Pale-winged starlings, a characteristic species of Augrabies Falls, flew by in small groups.  As we walked back to the lodge, more new species appeared:  acacia pied barbets and southern masked weavers, along with dozens of fat, contented rock hyraxes (dassies, if you’re South African).  We rode back to our campground, then returned shortly before sunset for a night safari.  We were hoping to see aardwolves (a secretive type of hyena) but had no luck, although our spotlights picked out fleeting glimpses of the eyes of genets, African wild cats and spotted eagle owls.  We had more substantial views of eland, springbok, steenbok and klipspringer, as well as Cape hare, scrub hare and red rock rabbit.  We cycled home in the pitch black under clear starry skies and went to bed immediately.

Twin Falls
The next day was less productive, although we did manage to do some laundry, bake brownies and catch up on e-mail, as well as getting in a long run, some yoga and broiling some delicious lamb for dinner. 

Thursday, October 6th found us backtracking to Upington.  We had originally planned to head further west to see the desert flowers around Springbok, but a phone call there revealed that in fact the flower season had peaked a month earlier and there were almost no flowers to be seen.  Rather than drive 400 km on a wild goose chase, we started the long retreat to Johannesburg instead.  It was a short, pleasant drive back to Upington, once again through the vineyards and orchards along the river, and we picked a big municipal campsite, Die Eiland, as our base for the next few days.  It was pleasantly situated on the banks of the Orange River, even if it did look a bit past its prime.  We set up our table and camp chairs to claim a spot, then drove back downtown to get some work done on Stanley.  An auto-electrician fixed the malfunctioning door switch that had been setting off our car alarm intermittently for the past two weeks (for the princely sum of US$ 18), and then while Terri went shopping for some new clothes, I dropped off the car at a garage to replace a blown front shock and to replace a worn-out and leaking tire, and dropped off my malfunctioning watch to get repaired.  By 5:00 I was picking up Terri to head back to Die Eiland.

Some desert vegetation
When we drove into the campsite, it was immediately obvious that our camp table, chairs and our dish drying rack were all gone.  We asked around, both the three locals sitting around having a braai, and the campground employees, but nobody (of course) had seen anything.  Infuriated at the pointless vandalism of such a theft, we went back to reception, demanded (and received) our money back and called the police to report the theft.  The police were spectacularly unhelpful, much to Terri’s disgust, and we eventually gave up and moved across the river to a tiny private campground, Sakkie se Arkie, where we stayed for the next 4 nights.  It was safe and friendly and well-run, very unlike Die Eiland.  We were annoyed about losing our chairs and table, but we heard that we had gotten off lucky; other campers who have stayed the night have had far more stolen, and one couple staying indoors at Die Eiland’s bungalows had thieves break in while they were in the bungalow and clean them out of all their valuables.  Everyone in town agreed that Die Eiland had fallen apart over the past 15 years under dubious municipal management, having once been rated the top municipal campground in the country back in the apartheid era.
Lovely rock face, Augrabies Falls
The next day we went to the Kalahari Mall to buy me a few new clothes, and to replace our table, chairs and dishrack.  The chairs were expensive, but were so comfortable that we didn’t really begrudge the money.  We headed back to our campground and I spent a while trying my luck at fishing; although others were getting bites, I got nothing but snags, and had to cut off three hooks in a row. 
Terminally relaxed hyrax, Augrabies Falls
Saturday, October 8th found us ready to head off, but when I went over to pick up my watch, the watch repair shop was unexpectedly closed.  Since I had specifically asked if they would be open Saturday morning, I was quite annoyed, especially since they didn’t answer their various phones.  We had lunch, then cycled off to the big tourist sight in Upington, the Orange River Winery, for some wine tasting.  We were surprised to find that something relying on the tourist trade closed at 3 pm on a Saturday, so we were out of luck.  We retreated to town, frustrated, and found an Irish pub to have a huge meal and watch the New Zealand-South Africa rugby match.  It was a massacre, with the All Blacks running in 9 tries to humiliate the Springboks.  Strangely, Terri wasn’t the only person cheering the All Blacks; a number of non-white South Africans were cheering for the visitors as well.  Apparently the Springboks are still viewed as the team of the apartheid-era Boers, and don’t enjoy universal support among coloured and black South Africans. 
Augrabies Falls scenery
Sunday, October 9th was another fairly lazy day, spent doing a few exercises, writing a blog post, having a long lunch, taking a long bird-watching stroll along the river with Terri, running and then having sundowner drinks with an interesting older couple, Ros and Anthony, both white East Africans (one from Kenya, the other from Tanzania) who are keen sailors and bird watchers.  We sat listening to some of their stories, then retreated to our campsite for a late dinner.  I stayed up late taking advantage of having good internet for once to post some photos from Botswana and upload my blog post.

Augrabies sunset light
Monday, October 10th saw us finally break free of Upington, not without resistance.  The watch repair guy was open, but the watch wasn’t yet fixed.  We went to the grocery store to stock up, then returned to find the watch not repaired, but at least physically present.  Muttering imprecations, I took the watch and drove us out of town towards Johannesburg.  It was a long day of driving, most of it through not very interesting countryside (a mix of bleak desert, grim mining areas, rough towns and commercial farms), ending up at sundown in the small town of Delareyville, where we spent the night camped at the Pigmy Lodge, a small campground attached to a cheese farm.  We sampled some of their excellent goat cheeses with some wine before dinner, ate some leftovers and were in bed early, tired from driving.

Tuesday, October 11th was the end of the road for the first leg of Stanley’s Travels.  We had a leisurely bacon and avocado breakfast and set off by 9 o’clock, carrying a couple of packets of the farm’s goat cheese.  Terri drove the first 100 km before I took over for the final 325 km.  We cruised into Johannesburg past the endless mining towns of the Witwatersrand.  We made it most of the way through the Johannesburg suburban sprawl without incident before hitting a traffic jam that saw us take an hour to cover 3 km.  Then, as suddenly as it had started, the traffic jam was over and we were flying out of town headed east towards the tiny town of Delmas, the headquarters of Blinkgat, the small camper manufacturer who had made Stanley’s camper insert.  We stopped off for meat pies at Pick’n’Pay, then followed directions out of town, past a dismal looking township of corrugated iron shacks, to a small farm just outside town where Sarel and Elize de Klerk, the owners of Blinkgat, live and run their workshop.

Maree and Stanley with Stanley's creator, Sarel de Klerk
We had thought about taking Stanley camping for the few days before our flight to Athens on Oct. 17th, but Sarel and Elize urged us to camp in their garden, an offer which we gladly accepted.  We spent a few hours the next day going over Stanley, detailing the modifications and repairs that we wanted to have done in our absence.  A sliding drawer for our fridge, a new awning and some changes to the food and dish storage system, along with some much-needed rainproofing, were the main items, along with a general servicing of the pickup truck. We figured that since we had spent so long living in Stanley, we had figured out what we most wanted to make him even more user-friendly. 

The days slipped by easily, cleaning our stuff out of Stanley in preparation for the workshop and storing them in one of the farm’s outbuildings.  We had a lot of interesting discussions with Sarel and Elize, both of them keen explorers of southern Africa’s wild spaces, ate lots of good food, did some exercise and running and generally relaxed after five and a half months on the go. 

On Saturday we drove into Johannesburg to have lunch with my friend Angelo and his family.  We stayed overnight in The Birches, the small backpackers’ lodge where we had stayed when we had first bought Stanley back in April; Ian, the friendly owner, was curious to hear our stories from the road.  We also heard from one of our fellow guests that he had been mugged on the street in downtown Johannesburg that very day; we were glad that we had avoided the worse of South Africa's crime frenzy.  On Sunday we had brunch with my fellow Thunder Bay-ite Erin Conway-Smith (the southern Africa correspondent for the Economist) before heading back to Delmas. 

On Monday, October 17th we bid Stanley a fond farewell for two months and caught a lift with Elize to OR Tambo Airport for a flight to Athens.  We won’t see Stanley again until December 21st, when we return from Madagascar.  It will be good to see him fixed up and looking spic and span, and it will be good to resume our nomadic lifestyle on our own 4 wheels.  We have both really enjoyed how well we have lived, and how much unforgettable wildlife and scenery we have seen, since late April.  Our final tally for the first leg of Stanley’s Travels is something like this:

Total time since leaving Johannesburg:        5 months and 19 days
Total distance covered:                                 20,558 km
Number of countries visited:                        6
Number of national parks visited:               17
Number of flat tires:                                     2
Number of sunsets viewed:                          at least 130
Number of bottles of wine consumed:        probably too many
Number of amazing campsites:                   a large number
Favourite country:                                       Botswana


It really was a life-altering sort of trip, seeing so much of the beauty of the African bush up close and personal.  It would have been nice to get in more hiking and physical exercise (I feel a lot flabbier than would be the case after a bicycle trip of this duration!) but that is a minor quibble given the amazing time we had on a consistent basis for months on end.  Sitting around the campfire in so many beautiful locations, watching the sun set in a blaze of orange, gazing up at the stars, listening to the sounds of hyenas and nightjars and owls and lions in the distance:  all these experiences were made possible by us having bought Stanley. 

We look forward to lap two of Stanley’s Travels around Africa starting in December and continuing until…..we don’t know.  The plan is to head through South Africa, Swaziland and Lesotho, then head north into Namibia (the favourite country of almost everyone who explores southern Africa), cross into Zambia again and then drive further north into Tanzania, Burundi, Rwanda, Uganda and Kenya.  If the security situation and visas permit, I’d like to head through Ethiopia (currently in the midst of serious unrest) and Sudan, but I’m not sure that will happen this time.  If we do make it to Sudan, it’s a bit of a dead end:  Egypt is a bureaucratic and monetary and security nightmare, and the other ways out are to take a ferry to Saudi Arabia (then Kuwait, Iran and Turkey to get to Europe), to return south to South Africa, or to ship Stanley out of Sudan somewhere else in the world.  We have not yet come to any final conclusion what the end game will be, but I am sure that the next leg of Stanley’s Travels will be as rewarding as the first one was.


Yet another African sunset at Augrabies Falls

Thursday, July 7, 2016

A slow interlude in Sabie: May-June 2016

Ruins of Great Zimbabwe, June 21, 2016

It’s 8 pm under a nearly-full moon here in the deserted campground of the Great Zimbabwe ruins.  This is a World Heritage site, the most spectacular old stone ruins in sub-Saharan Africa, and there were fewer than twenty visitors today.  Tourism in Zimbabwe is truly dying.  It’s a good place to reflect on the transient glory of worldly power and fame (both 600 years ago and today in Zimbabwe!) and to catch up on my blog after a few weeks away.

Nice rock strata at Bridal Veil Falls, near Sabie
My previous blog post ended with Terri and I driving Stanley back into South Africa after two wonderful weeks in Mozambique.  It was May 27th and we were hoping to make it all the way from Chidenguele to the Blyde River Canyon in one long day of driving.  We tanked up with diesel on the South African side of the border and went into a supermarket to stock up on food.  As is frequently the case in South African supermarkets, shoppers have to leave any large bags they are carrying at the security desk on the way in.  I left my camera bag and found Terri perusing the fruit and veggie selection.  We got so engrossed in selecting avocados that when we left the store, laden with groceries, I completely forgot that I had entered with my camera bag.  We loaded the fridge and the larder and drove off, first west on the N4 and then turning north near Nelspruit to head into the hills.  We made good time and we were congratulating ourselves on having saved a day of travel by taking the route we did, rather than retracing our path through Limpopo and Kruger parks.
Blyde River Canyon morning light
The road climbed higher and higher, passing through pine plantations that cloaked the hills in alien rows of imported greenery.  As we got to the top of a long climb, we looked down into the deep valley of the Sabie River and I decided that it warranted a picture.  I pulled over, looked into the back seat and saw empty space where my camera should have been.  A wave of panic swept over me:  what had happened to my beloved camera gear?  After a few seconds, I remembered that I had not picked it up from the supermarket security guard 160 kilometres back down the road.  I was completely stricken with the thought that the camera, the lenses, the filters and everything else in the bag was gone for good.  We looked up the telephone number of the Lebombo Supermarket on our phones and I called.  The manager answered the phone and said that the camera bag was still there and that he would put it in his office for safe-keeping until I came back for it.

Pretty waterfall
I was relieved, but also furious at myself for making such a stupid mistake.  I had stopped on the right side of the road (since that was the side with the viewpoint) and as I pulled Stanley around in a U-turn, my distraction and my anger at myself made me forget for a moment that I was in a country where people drive on the left.  The road was empty as I turned, so there was no visual cue of traffic to remind me, and I started to head back down the road on the right side of the road.  Almost immediately two cars appeared around a bend, headed straight towards me, and my instinct didn’t tell me that I was on the wrong side of the road, or at least not right away.  Rather than immediately moving left to avoid them, I pulled onto the right shoulder to let them past, wondering why they were driving on the wrong side of the road.  Then it struck me that it was me who was on the wrong side!  I had already stomped on the brakes, and luckily I hadn’t gotten going very fast yet.  The first car swung out to avoid me, but the second car put on the brakes and gently skidded into Stanley.  By the time the collision happened, Stanley was more or less stationary, and the other car wasn’t going too fast.  It was still fast enough to cause real damage to the vehicles, but not so fast that anyone got hurt.  It was a minor miracle, but it was also completely terrifying, as Terri and I realized how disastrous the accident could have been.  We were both in a state of mild shock for the two hours it took for the police and tow trucks to come.  The other vehicle, a fairly new Toyota Hi-Lux, had a very badly crumpled front right fender and was undriveable.  Stanley, on the other hand, got off pretty lightly:  the front right corner got a bit dented, making it hard to open the driver’s door, but otherwise it was fully driveable.  Even the headlights and indicators worked.  The bodywork looked pretty ugly, though, so we definitely wanted to get it fixed.  Terri took the wheel once we had the OK to leave the accident scene, and we crawled downhill into the nearest town, Sabie, and found a small campground for the night, the Sabie River campground.  It was a sombre night around the braai that night, as we came to terms with the accident and what a few seconds of distraction and emotional upset could have resulted in.

Sunset shadows at Blyde River Canyon

As the other driver said to us, “Look, it was an accident.  Nobody got hurt, we both have insurance, it could have been much worse.”  This was true, but we now faced the reality of a serious delay to our travel plans as we waited for our car insurance to go through the process of repairing the car.  It turned out to be exactly two weeks of waiting, first for the insurance company to approve the claim, and then for the repairs to get done.  Saturday, May 28th we called Santam, our insurer, and they found a Santam-approved garage in the small town of Sabie.  We dropped by and found them working on a Saturday (even though they were officially closed on Saturdays, they frequently caught up on any backlogs on Saturday morning).  They took a preliminary look at the car and told us to come back on Monday morning for an official assessment. 

Terri riding her bike around Marlothi Park
We then backtracked 160 kilometres to the Mozambican border to pick up my camera; miraculously it was still there, safe and sound.  We had decided to take advantage of the trip to see the southwest corner of Kruger National Park; we had skipped it the first time around, and hence hadn’t seen many of the white rhinos for which Kruger is one of the biggest remaining refuges.  We drove from the border back to a strange little suburban development called Marloth Park, where (mostly retired) South Africans buy a lot, build a house and live in the middle of a well-stocked game reserve right against the southern border of Kruger National Park.  There is a well-run little campground, Marlothi Safari Park, in the middle of this subdivision, and we spent the night there as all of Kruger’s campgrounds (other than Punda Maria) were fully booked that Saturday night.  Marlothi proved to be a great place to stay, as we could ride our folding bicycles around to go birdwatching on the banks of the Crocodile River, right on the boundary of Kruger.  Bushbucks came through the campsite at night, and impala and kudu strolled through the yards of the houses in the nearby subdivision.  We had a long chat with our neighbours, a retired couple from near Johannesburg who told us that they had moved out from the city to a rural area in the Magaliesberg after a home invasion by armed men who held a gun to their young grandson’s head to convince them to hand over everything of value.  It is remarkable how many South Africans have truly harrowing stories of brushes with violence. 

Lindy showed Terri how to tie a doekie around her head in Sabie

The next morning we set off for Kruger, and had a day's wonderful driving through the park, as related at the end of my previous Kruger blog post.  We drove out the Numbi Gate, thinking sombre thoughts about the war on rhinos and about our own near-brush with mortality, and headed back to Sabie, where this time we took up residence in the huge, well-run Merry Pebbles Resort campground.

We were there for four days, waiting for Santam to send an assessor to look at the car.  As we waited we went hiking in the hills, rode our bikes around town, went on afternoon runs and tried to take advantage of the enforced delay to take care of pending business.  We bought an electric oven/stove to supplement our cooking options and bought a fancy new mattress to give us a better night’s sleep.  We read a lot and spent a lot of time on the phone with Santam and with the garage, trying to speed the process along.  Finally on Thursday, after the assessor’s visit, we packed up Stanley and drove north to Blyde River Canyon, an hour’s drive away in an impossibly scenic location. 

Terri at Blyde River Canyon
Blyde River Canyon
We spent three enjoyable days camped at Blyde River Canyon Resort, hiking around the resort and drinking in the huge views.  The plateau of the Highveld tumbles down into the Lowveld along a long escarpment, and the Blyde River cuts a deep gash through the escarpment here.  It was an idyllic spot, full of birds and waterfalls and butterflies, and we were much happier to spend days in these surroundings rather than in the industrial surroundings of Sabie and its sawmills.  The scenery was definitely the prettiest we had seen yet in South Africa and, had it been warmer, we would have taken advantage of the waterfalls and swimming holes to have a dip.  As it was, it was cold at night, cold enough that were glad to have an electric heating fan to keep Stanley’s insides warm. 

Folding bikes make a great way to get to the sunset lookout

Bourke's Luck Potholes
Neat scenery at Bourke's Luck Potholes
On Monday, June 6th we drove back to Sabie, stopping to see the sights along the way such as Bourke’s Luck Potholes (very pretty), Berlin Falls (OK), God’s Window (over-rated) and Mac Mac Falls (quite pretty). We checked into indoor digs (the very pleasant Sabie Self-Catering Apartments, run by the friendly and efficient Annelise), unloaded much of our gear from Stanley and dropped Stanley off on Tuesday morning at the garage.  We spent the next five days in an agony of impatience, phoning the garage, dropping by, hoping that we could leave the next day.  It was a bit like Groundhog Day.
The team that got Stanley back on the road in Sabie
Finally, though, after some stern words by Terri to the garage owner, we were promised that the repairs would be done by Saturday at noon, and they were as good as their word.  At precisely noon I picked Stanley up, paid our deductible (about US$ 230) and drove off.  We loaded all of our gear back into Stanley and headed north, trying to outrun a cold front that was bringing wind, storms and general nastiness to the Highveld.
Terri with friendly French overlanders at Merry Pebbles
After a night in the industrial town of Polokwane, we drove north, right to the three-way corner of South Africa, Botswana and Zimbabwe, where the small Mapungubwe National Park is located.  We spent a couple of nights camped there, enjoying the rocky landscape, birds and game.
Crested barbet, Mapungubwe
Mapungubwe is a UNESCO World Heritage Site for historical reasons; the first big empire in Southern Africa, a forerunner of Great Zimbabwe, was centred on Mapungubwe.  We tried to visit the ruins, but they were only accessible through a fairly expensive tour.  We stopped by the museum, but the power was out and we would not have been able to see anything inside the museum, so we gave it up and went for a game drive instead, spotting the first elands of our trip.  The campground was tiny (only 10 sites) but idyllic, and we spent the next day visiting a bird hide (quite rich in water birds) and doing another game drive, during the course of which we saw a kori bustard, the largest flying bird in the world, stalking along the ground in search of snakes to eat.  We really enjoyed Mapungubwe and were somewhat sad to leave it behind the next morning, but we were keen to move onto our next country……Zimbabwe!
Spoonbills flying in Mapungubwe
An hour and a half of driving and we were at the chaos of the Beitbridge border crossing, ready to enter the unknown.

Kori bustard, Mapungubwe
As we won’t be back to South Africa for a few months, it seems like a good time for a few thoughts on the country.  We only saw a tiny corner in the northwest of the country for a few weeks, but it was enough exposure to form a first impression.  We talked to a lot of South Africans, both whites (the majority of tourists that we ran into in Kruger) and non-whites (the majority of the population, but not the majority of people that we ended up talking to) and they all had strong opinions on the state of the country.  Few of them were positive; there was a lot of “the country is going to hell in a handbasket” sentiment, and while this sort of idea always tends to be a bit exaggerated, from the point of view of the white Afrikaner you can certainly understand this.  Almost everyone we talked to had a horror story or two to share about violence:  people being held up at gunpoint, sometimes in their own homes, being carjacked, of relatives being murdered.  South Africa has a horrific problem with violent crime, dwarfed only by the free-fire zones of Central and South American cities. 
Big views at Blyde River Canyon
Berlin Falls
This fear of violence leads to white suburbs being collections of tiny fortresses, with houses surrounded by razor wire-topped fences, protected by CCTV cameras, security guards, armed-response units, guard dogs and guns.  Ironically, the people most at risk of violent crime are the people living in poor shantytowns like those in the Cape Flats, the most violent urban area in Africa.  Until South Africa gets a grip on violent crime, it will continue to be a country gripped by fear.
Lovely waterfalls and pool on the Lourie Trail, Blyde River Canyon

Lots of people of all races lamented government corruption and perceived ineptitude.  The upcoming municipal elections in August are viewed as a chance for people to vote against the ANC and to give them a much-needed kick in the pants.  Any political party that has dominated a country for 22 years gets complacent and attracts self-interested individuals, and the ANC is no exception.  As I write this, riots are gripping Pretoria over the ANC’s choice of mayoral candidate, as various factions in the ANC battle it out on the streets, with shops owned by Zimbabwean, Rwandan, Zambian, Ugandan and other African businessmen the first target for mob violence and looting. Sergeant, the security guard at a caravan park we stayed at, gave us an interesting insight into public opinion one night around the campfire.  He is a black South African in a fairly low-paying job who has no time for the ANC.  He supports the Democratic Alliance (DA), the traditionally white liberal opposition party that is attracting a great deal of support these days.

Along the Lourie Trail
He had nothing but scorn for the corruption in the ANC, and for the many splinter groups that have split off from the ANC.  He said he could never vote for anyone who had been part of the ANC.  If the ANC is losing the vote of young black South Africans, it could be in trouble.  Recent opinion polls show the DA actually leading the ANC in many of the big cities; the DA already runs Cape Town, but Johannesburg, Pretoria, Durban, East London and other metropolises seem to be in play after decades of being gimmes for the ANC.  It will be interesting to see how the election plays out, and whether the ANC peacefully surrenders power if it loses in these places.  The corruption scandals engulfing Jacob Zuma, particularly the surreal stories of the Gupta family’s extraordinary influence over the president, make the ANC very vulnerable electorally.  What many South Africans fear is that Zuma is another Robert Mugabe in the making, willing to go to any lengths to maintain his hold on power no matter what the cost to the country is.
Fiery Acraea butterfly
With violence a daily menace, politics a mess and the economy doing poorly, and with many whites wondering what future their children will have in the country, many of the South African whites we talked to were keen to emigrate, or for their children to do so.  New Zealand seems to be a popular destination; as soon as Terri revealed herself to be a Kiwi, people would tell us that they wanted to move there, were in the process of moving there, or had relatives who had already gone there.  Black and Coloured South Africans told us that even with programs in place to empower non-white South Africans, with unemployment high and education very much below-par for many non-whites, they saw little prospects of their childrens’ lot in life being any better than their own.
Aloe flowers at Mac Mac Falls
I was surprised to hear some black South Africans lamenting the end of the apartheid era, not because they had any love lost for the racist laws of the time, but because at the time it was much easier to get jobs.  Unemployment is high in South Africa, especially now with the downturn in the mining sector and the drought that has plagued all of southern Africa this past year.  We saw a lot of fairly down-and-out people on the streets, particularly panhandling in supermarket parking lots and at busy intersections.  A surprising number of them were whites, particularly in Sabie, where the closing of big timber mills has thrown a lot of people out of work.  On our last day in Sabie, as we restocked Stanley’s refrigerator, at least five white people approached us in the parking lot looking for handouts. 
Tree roots

South Africa still has a lot going for it.  It has a well-developed economy with industry, service sector companies, agriculture and mining that would be the envy of any other country in sub-Saharan Africa.  Its roads, schools, banks, newspapers and sprawling suburbs could be taken from Australia, New Zealand or Canada.  Its companies dominate the commercial sectors of neighbouring countries.  The average South African is materially better off than the average Zimbabwean, Zambian, Tanzanian or Nigerian.  The problem is that the averaging process obscures the yawning gap between the mostly-white haves and the mostly black have-nots.  The inequality, the violence and the sense of a diminished future that so many people in the country feel all bode poorly for the future.  South Africa is a country whose future could go in so many different ways.  If they emulate Botswana, turning mineral wealth into a broad-based middle class society, it could be a shining light for the rest of the continent.  If they emulate Zimbabwe (as many South Africans fear), it could be disastrous.  I will stay tuned to see which way it goes.
Happy campers at Blyde River Canyon
Blyde River sundowners

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

The Discreet Charm of Kruger National Park

Note:  I first wrote this post back in Mozambique but was never able to upload it on the dodgy data networks there, so I'm posting it now, with a postscript about our second (brief) visit to Kruger a few days ago.

Pomene, May 20, 2016

It’s 9 pm and a nearly full moon is shining through the gaps in the clouds scudding past at speed, blown by a south-easterly wind that has been scouring the shore of Mozambique for four days now.  It’s a beautiful spot here in Pomene Nature Reserve and a good chance to reflect on the first two weeks of our trip around Southern Africa in Stanley (Henry Morton Stanley to give him his full name), our camper.  We spent almost all of this time in Kruger National Park, and so a blog post about Kruger seems like a good way to start recording Stanley’s Travels; you can also follow us on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter.
Southern Ground Hornbill
Saturday, April 30th was a long day, the first of our new life on the open road.  It started at 5 am in our AirBnB place in funky, gritty Woodstock, a newly-gentrifying inner-city suburb of Cape Town.  It was the third separate time that Terri and I had stayed with Leonie and Shanaaz, and we were starting to feel like family.  We heard about the family intrigues and crises in Muslim Cape Coloured families living along Essex Road that made The Bold and The Beautiful look tame in comparison.  I spent a couple of days waiting for Terri’s arrival while trying to sort out car insurance for Stanley.  It shouldn’t have been complicated, but it was, and we have only just now received confirmation that our bank transfer to pay the bill has gone through so that we can get our insurance certificate that we will need as we drive into new countries in Africa.  I got back to Cape Town from a flying visit to family and friends in Switzerland on Tuesday, April 26th, but Terri didn’t arrive until 3 days later from her trip to New Zealand.  We had a delicious Cape Malay curry that Shanaaz cooked for us to celebrate Terri’s return, then packed and re-packed until late before a 5 am alarm woke us up.  A taxi carried us off to the airport, where we managed to get our excessively heavy hand luggage past the watchful people at Mango Air without having to pay excess baggage fees.

Glossy starling
We got to Johannesburg Airport by 9:00, but with one thing and another, we didn’t get out of the airport until 10.  We had a deadline to meet of noon to pick up Stanley from the garage as it was a Saturday and they were only open in the morning.  A Gautrain and an expensive taxi ride got us back to the suburb of Linden where Stanley had been undergoing a few repairs (new leaf springs on the rear axle, a change of filters and oil and a few tweaks of the electrical system) during our two weeks away.  We paid our bill, picked up the car registration papers and loaded our luggage into the back.  We walked a block down the street to Linden Cycles where our Giant Express folding bicycles had arrived (they had been out of stock two weeks earlier and had had to order them in specially for us), folded them up and threw them in the camper.  An hour of stocking up on groceries and basic supplies in the local mall and by 3 pm we were headed west out of Linden, crossing the huge sprawl of suburbia that is greater Johannesburg.  Our new GPS had some personality quirks that we had not yet mastered and it took us much longer than it should have to get onto the big toll road heading east across the Highveld, the open plateau that makes up much of South Africa.  We made decent time until it got dark and a dense, cold fog rose up to envelop the road, reducing visibility to twenty metres and progress to a crawl.  Road construction compounded our woes, as did a GPS that missed our campground by twenty kilometres.  We didn’t roll into Elangeni Tourist Lodge until 10 pm, whereupon we had barely enough energy to pop up the roof, have a celebratory beer and fall asleep after 320 hard-won kilometres.

A grey lourie (aka the go-away bird)
The next morning we awoke at 7:40 and spent the next six hours sorting through all our gear and food, trying to figure out where it should be stored.  We had arrived with the camper an indiscriminate jumble of equipment and groceries, but Terri’s organizational gifts came to the fore and we managed to put almost everything away in the places that they occupy to this day.  Our 55 litre refrigerator/freezer was crammed to the gills with meat, cheese, milk, lettuce, beer and wine, while our many hanging zipper pouches held our clothing and dry foodstuffs.  The area under the foot of the bed was crammed with plastic storage boxes that we sorted through methodically, trying to keep the items needed every day near the side for easy access from outside the camper.  Finally by 2 o’clock we were ready to roll again, with the camper interior now an immaculately organized space.  We had a very short day, only 145 km of driving, to Hazyview, on the south-eastern edge of Kruger.  We dropped down off the Highveld into lower, warmer, more heavily populated areas dotted with big commercial citrus and avocado orchards, interspersed with poor-looking black towns.  We stopped at a roadside stand and spent 8 dollars on avocados, tomatoes, macadamia nuts, oranges and pecans; they lasted us almost a week, so they were a great investment.  As we turned off the highway onto secondary roads heading north, the landscape was transformed into a continuous series of settlements along the road, townships that hugged the crests of the hilltops.  It was hard to believe that 15 km east of here was one of the great wilderness areas of Africa.  We camped that night in a small tourist joint that had had its campground close down recently; we parked Stanley under a tree and popped the roof up, ready to camp, but the owner felt guilty about not having a proper campground and let us stay indoors for no extra charge in one of his cottages.  We reveled in the luxury and slept well.

Lilac-breasted roller
On Monday, May 2nd, we were ready to enter Kruger National Park.  It had been hard getting campground reservations, and we had rescheduled our trip around the availability of camping at Lower Sabie and Satara campgounds.  This was why we hurried past Blyde River Canyon and the Drakensberg as we made a beeline for Kruger and its scarce camping spots.  We drove into the park fairly early in the morning at Numbi Gate and immediately ran into elephants, kudu, impala and giraffes.  The woods and undergrowth looked parched and dry thanks to the El Nino-powered drought afflicting the eastern side of Africa this year.  We drove towards Pretoriuskop and ran into a young male elephant running amok beside the road, charging cars, flapping his ears, trumpeting loudly and generally raising a little hell.  He had dissuaded vehicles in both directions from passing him, and we eventually found ourselves nearest to him as other cars rapidly backed up to escape.  Terri was at the wheel and very nervous, but eventually she nosed past the annoyed pachyderm and off down the road, heart thumping in her chest. 
Yellow billed stork at Sunset Dam
Following the advice of our guidebook, we took a back road to our campsite at Lower Sabie, along the old Voortrekker Road.  The bush was parched and dusty and almost devoid of animals.  Twice we were told by oncoming traffic of rhinoceri beside the road ahead of us, and twice we struck out.  We eventually popped out onto the tarmac at the picnic site of Afsaal, glad for the chance to stretch our legs.  We drove up an equally barren stretch of road to the Sabie River and finally found a strip of green amidst the brown desolation, as the river was still flowing, supporting a riverine strip of trees.  Just outside Lower Sabie, the Sunset Dam provided a plethora of hippos and crocodiles along with birds, including the large, beautiful African spoonbills whose nests filled one of the trees in the pond.

African spoonbill and its huge nest
The campsite at Lower Sabie proved to be the best wildlife viewing spot of the day, located beside a dam on the river.  We just missed seeing a leopard from the café terrace, but a pair of white rhinos came down to drink at the river, while openbill storks, black-winged stilts, egrets, herons and Egyptian geese teemed beside the life-giving water. It was a lovely spot, and we found a great campsite to cook up lamb chops and pumpkin soup.

Elephants at Ntandanyathi
Having spent hours at the wheel the previous day, we did very little driving on May 3rd, as we were sleeping back at Lower Sabie again.  We got up early and went out to watch animals at dawn beside the river.  When the restaurant staff set to work noisily cleaning and opening up for the morning, we retreated further along the electrified boundary fence, hunting in vain for noisy birds inside thickets of thorny vegetation.  We cooked up flapjacks for breakfast and went back to Sunset Dam to admire the crocs, hippos and spoonbills.  We then drove a few kilometres to the Ntandanyathi bird hide, another chance to get out of the car and admire wildlife, including big elephants, hippos and very pretty yellow-billed storks, wooly-necked storks and a big tawny eagle.  We drove back to camp via a bridge across the Sabie which gave us views of more elephants, buffalo, tortoises and birds.  We took the afternoon off from wildlife and stretched, skipped and did pilates, before returning to the riverside café terrace to watch kudu and waterbuck while sipping sundown beers.  It was an idyllic setting.

Giraffe drinking at Sunset Dam
On the 4th, we got up early and headed out without eating, trying to catch the early-morning game.  We headed north towards Satara Camp, described in our book as lying in the richest game concentrations in Kruger.  We passed by Sunset Dam one more time (it was quiet this time) and then north to a lovely hilltop lookout and picnic spot at Mlondozi.
Stanley atop Mlondozi Hill
Kruger is full of great picnic spots where you can get out of your car (which sometimes feels like a prison on wheels as you aren’t allowed, for safety reasons, to get out of the vehicle except at specially designated spots), and Mlondozi was a wonderfully scenic place to eat our cereal and toast, looking down on a waterhole that was almost devoid of animals, despite the surroundings of dessicated dust that should have driven thirsty animals to the waterhole by the hundreds.  All the way to Tshokwane there was almost no game except for a few pairs of the large, endangered and very striking southern ground hornbills, impressive with their red facial markings and their sheer size.  At Tshokwane, another picnic spot, we bought a couple of meat pies and some cookies and sat down to enjoy them under the shade of some big trees.  The trees are infested by bands of thieving vervet monkeys, and Terri had a serious tug of war with a bold monkey that jumped right onto her lap to try to grab a bag of cookies.  Terri won, but was amazed by how unafraid the vervets are of humans.  We had great views of a huge male elephant and a tiny duiker, one of the dozen or so species of small antelope that skulk around the park in small groups.  Driving north from Tshokwane to Satara we did see more animals than previously, with a big herd of buffalo, several groups of zebras and brindled wildebeest, plenty of impalas and three impressive brown snake-eagles.  A couple of red-necked spurfowl completed the species seen; compared to parks like Chobe and Serengeti and Ngorongoro crater, this section of Kruger had very few big animals to be seen, although our excellent Kruger guidebook (Exploring Kruger, by Brett Hilton-Barber and Lee Berger) claimed that the area around Satara boasts the densest concentration of game animals in the entire park.

Young zebra
Satara is the largest camp in Kruger and is, sadly, not on a river or dam, so lacks the impressive views of a place like Lower Sabie.  It’s a big enclosed area on a plain, and the most desireable camping spots, along the perimeter electric fence, were already occupied by campers who looked as though they had settled in for a couple of weeks.  In fact Kruger is full of retired South African couples who spend weeks or months at a time camped in the park; there seems to be no restriction on how long you can stay, and so since it’s relatively inexpensive, secure and surrounded by lovely scenery and animals, it’s a good place to be retired.  Unfortunately, although South African campers are generally very considerate by world standards (very little noise, very neat in the common areas like the bathrooms and dishwashing spots), the one area that they do fall short of their high standards is in staking out larger spaces than they really should, using cars, fences and furniture to spread over more than their allotted campsite, and sometimes taking more than one electrical outlet to run their multiple fridges and freezers, their TVs and their air conditioners.  We eventually found the last available electrical outlet and set up camp in the interior.  At dusk, however, we wandered out to the western perimeter fence to watch the sunset and spotted a young hyena who patrols the fence all night, hoping for handouts from campers; sadly, not all campers were obeying the signs not to feed animals, and were tossing food scraps over the fence to him, making him into a problem animal. 
One happy, very pink hippo near Satara
The next day we were lazy; we were staying two nights in Satara and given the lack of big animals around, we took the morning off from driving and did some exercise.  One of the downsides to doing a safari in Kruger is that you end up spending almost all your time imprisoned inside your vehicle and you end up craving physical exertion.  We have a few exercise options in Stanley:  yoga mats, skipping ropes, running shoes, elastic resistance bands and our Giant Express folding bicycles.  Cycling is forbidden in the Kruger campgrounds, and it wasn’t a brilliant place to run, so yoga, skipping, pilates, pushups and arm exercises with the resistance bands had to do.  I also carry my travel guitar (the Martin Backpacker that I have been carrying around for 15 years already) and a set of 5 juggling balls, so I had some other more intellectual diversions.  Finally at 11:30, after a big eggs, toast, avocado and tomato brunch, we put down Stanley’s roof, left our table and chairs in place and power cord plugged in to claim our spot and set out for a game drive.

Two waterbuck
We headed due east to Nwanetsi, a picnic point in the Lebombo hills that mark the Mozambique border.  There was almost no game to be seen in the parched plains:  a few zebra and waterbuck, some kudu and impala.  The picnic site was occupied by a group from Kids in Parks, a program that brings children from the townships of Johannesburg out into Kruger.  It is a great program, trying to bridge the cultural divide that sees 95% of the South African tourists to Kruger being white; there are very few black, Coloured or Indian faces in the vehicles driving around the park.  However, they were a fairly noisy group of 50, so we climbed up to a higher birdwatching point that looks down on the river, which was actually quite full of water.  A hippo and a croc lounged in the water, and a few egrets and herons stood stock-still in the water ready to spear lunch, but there was little game coming down to drink.  It was very pretty, though, with red rock cliffs topped by yellow-leaved trees, and I scanned the horizon, more in hope than in expectation, looking in vain for leopards.  On the drive back to Satara, we saw spurfowl and sandgrouse and stopped to watch them.  After the sandgrouse, Stanley’s engine wouldn’t start and we were forced to ask for help from a passing ranger, who gave us a tow to get us started.  It made us realize that we hadn’t been letting the diesel ignition warm up for a few seconds before turning the key, and that we had to be more conscientious about it.  We had another gorgeous sunset along the fence with gins and tonics and another appearance by the hyena, while Terri was able to spot the silhouette of a distant owl atop a tree from a distance of 100 metres, an impressive piece of spotting.
You lookin' at me?
A dusty herd of buffalo near Letaba
May 6th, our fifth day in the park, saw us head north to Letaba Camp.  We managed to get rolling by 6:50, fortified by tea and coffee, headed first west and then north along the dirt Timbavati Road.  The grass was tinder-dry and there was little game to be seen, although we did spot quite a few impala, some spurfowl and a big korhaan (a type of bustard, a tall ground bird that kills snakes with its powerful legs and big talons), along with a pair of cute little steenboks, small antelopes with tiny toy-like horns.  We breakfasted on toast, avocado and tomato at Timbavati picnic spot, watching three tiny bushbucks with their delicate, striking leg markings, then continued north through more dry desolation.  We eventually spilled out onto the main north-south asphalt road and continued through a patch of unexpected greenery, full of giraffe, zebra, buffalo, impala and kudu, to the crossing of the Olifants River.  This is the dividing line between the south and the north, and we had been told that north of the Olifants there had been a bit of rain and hence there was more game, but that it was harder to spot.  We stopped on the bridge to look at waterbirds, and then turned off to see the Balule bridge, which was full of birdlife.  Balule is one of the “rustic” campsites (no electricity, no shop, a small number of campers) which book up quickly with Kruger aficionados; we later tried to book in at a couple of them and found them booked solid for weeks.  We turned back to the main road and drove up to lovely Letaba, our favourite campsite yet, situated on the banks of the broad Letaba River.  On the way into the camp, we saw a secretary bird, a very tall, slightly comical-looking ground bird, loping along the ground, half-heartedly trying to fly to get away from cars.  I love secretary birds and was glad to see one; we read later that their numbers in Kruger are in steep decline.
Pretty little bushbuck
We got a perfect spot to camp, at the very end of the campground, against the perimeter fence.  We found time for some late afternoon yoga, and then strolled along the riverfront looking for birds and game.  That night we grilled some steaks on the braai, chatted to our neighbours and watched a huge adult hyena pacing the perimeter fence; his size and power were fearsome to behold at such close range.  We also used our spotlight to pick out distant animal eyeballs in the dark, and spotted some bushbabies (tiny nocturnal arboreal animals that are impossibly cute) in the trees above us. 

Steenbok
We were sad that we had only one night in Letaba, but we were excited to head further north the next morning on the long drive to Shingwedzi.  We set off a bit later than usual (7:15; no rest for the wicked on this safari!).  We stopped for brunch in pretty Mooiplaas (it lived up to its Afrikaans name of Pretty Place).  The drive led through scorched grasslands bereft of greenery and game, although we also spotted some more steenboks and some klipspringers, another species of small antelope, in the rocky hills that the road passed over. The scenery around Red Rocks, a lookout point off the main road just before Shingwedzi, was pleasant enough and the rocks were home to dozens of colourful white-fronted bee-eaters who sallied forth constantly on brief insect-hunting missions before returning to their perches.  I love bee-eaters, and was pleased to see them in such profusion.  In Shingwedzi, we found another prime location along the electric fence and settled in for a late lunch, some exercise and then a wonderful sunset over the river.
Klipspringer
As we were cooking up dinner, we used the spotlight to pick out a genet, a small cat-like nocturnal creature that came for two visits, giving us a great view of him.  There were also a couple of tiny duikers, yet another pint-sized antelope, prowling around in the night.  I was glad to have a guidebook to African mammals (by Chris and TildeStuart) to help identify the various more obscure animals we encountered along the way.  We also saw a Mozambican nightjar, a nocturnal bird that is usually hard to spot, sitting in the picnic area beside the river, and were able to see its pretty feather patterns and watch it doing short insect-hunting runs.


Terri with a Shingwedzi sunset afterglow
Sunday, May 8th was originally supposed to be our last day in the park, but we had heard good things about the far north of the park (like the fact that there were more animals to see, and lots of bird species) so we booked a couple of extra nights in Punda Maria camp, the most northerly campsite in the park and the only one that always seems to have space available; it’s just too far from Johannesburg for it to be popular with many campers.  We drove along the road through endless flat stretches of mopane forest, almost a monoculture of trees that are beloved by elephants and by tiny caterpillars (mopane worms) as a food source.  Mopane forest is fairly dense, and it’s hard to see anything through the branches, so we didn’t see much game that wasn’t actually on the road.  There were elephant droppings everywhere, and every once in a while we would come across a lone elephant or a small herd crossing the road; by now we knew to give them a very wide berth!  It was by far the most elephants that we had seen since entering the park, and our guidebook said that the majority of the park’s 11,000 elephants live in the north.  Along the road we were lucky to come across a black-backed jackal and followed him for hundreds of metres, waiting for him to get off the road to one side or the other, but he kept trotting along the asphalt; we felt bad for stressing him out and making him run, and were relieved when he finally disappeared into the mopane forest.

Black-backed jackal north of Shingwedzi
We stopped for a big cooked brunch at Babalala picnic areas.  Kruger does a great job with its facilities, and the picnic grounds always have gas barbecues available to rent for 20 rand (just over 1 US dollar).  We had been tormented for days by the smell of cooking bacon when we stopped for our breakfasts, so that morning we cooked up bacon and eggs to go with our avocados (we were still eating the avocados we had bought 8 days earlier, and they were absolutely delicious) and toast.  We turned off the road to drive up Dzundzwini Hill for a lookout over the flat mopane veld, and then drove into Punda Maria through large flocks of birds, mostly turtle doves but also weavers and quelea, with more Natal spurfowl scurrying across the road at regular intervals.

Elephant
Punda Maria camp is significantly smaller than the camps to the south, and was barely half full.  We found a pleasant shaded spot to park Stanley, then walked down to the wildlife hide overlooking a waterhole (bereft of animals) and up along a short birdwatching trail in the forest above the camp, where we caught tantalising glimpses of birds that were too quick and too fond of dense thickets to really identify.  We also saw lots of nyala, another species of large antelope that we hadn’t seen before, with very impressive shaggy males with long horns that look very unlike the females of the species.

Juvenile leopard near Punda Maria
We decided to treat ourselves to a twilight game drive late that afternoon, since that’s the only way to be out in the park after dark, and also gives the best chance of spotting the elusive leopard.  We set off at 4:30 and had a great time.  Our guide, Velly, styles himself the Leopard King, and within minutes of setting off we had spotted a leopard; Velly had seen it on his dawn drive and it was still in the same tree 10 hours later.  We got great views of the leopard, although he was tough to photograph because of the shadows (although Photoshop Lightroom did a great job of improving the exposure later!).

Nyala ram
It turned out he was a 7-month-old cub whose mother was probably out hunting.  After spending quite a lot of time with the leopard, we headed off as the sun set to see what else we could spot with the aid of the three powerful spotlights on board.  We spotted several chameleons (I was amazed at Velly’s ability to spot them in a tree while driving past) and lots of springhares, strange bounding nocturnal animals nicknamed “Africa’s kangaroo”.  We also saw a few Sharpe’s grysbok, the smallest antelope species we had yet seen, and (as a special treat since it was Mother’s Day) we had a pit stop under the stunning southern skies to sip South African red sparkling wine and nibble on biltong and other snacks.  On the way back to Punda Maria, we passed more springhares, chameleons and grysbok and returned to camp very satisfied with the money we had spent (R 350, or about US$ 24) to see so many new animals in the wild.

Chameleon
Monday, May 9th was spent in camp.  We were both feeling a bit tired of sitting in the car for long stretches, so we took the day off, taking care of bureaucracy over the (very slow) internet, uploading photos, doing laundry, exercising and birdwatching.  Kruger’s campsites are actually pretty good places just to hang out:  they’re reasonably priced (R 250, or US$ 17, a night for 2 people), have pretty decent grocery stores at reasonable prices and have great laundry facilities at very cheap prices indeed.  It’s easy to see why retired South Africans sometimes set up camp here for weeks at a time.

On Tuesday, May 10th we drove to the northeast extremity of the park, Crooks’ Corner, named for the fact that lawbreakers 100 years ago could escape justice in any of the three countries that meet at the corner (Portuguese, Mozambique, British Rhodesia and independent South Africa) just by crossing over to one of the other countries.

Buffalo near Punda Maria
We left very early (well before 7) and drove first around the Mahonie Loop, a very pretty 30 km loop through dense montane forest that had lots of yellow autumnal leaves that showed up picturesquely against the blue sky.  We hoped to see leopards again, but luck was not on our side, although we met one leopard-obsessed couple who were sitting waiting for a mating couple to emerge from the bushes; they had been there for an hour already, and there was no sign of the leopards, so we pushed on, spotting a few elephants and a few more steenboks.  We returned to camp to cook up another bacon and avocado on toast feast before driving north.  Lots of dusty elephants were to be seen beside the road, along with new bird species.  We turned off the tarmac onto a magical strip of riverine forest, full of big trees and overlooking a river absolutely teeming with crocodiles, hippos and lots of new species of birds.  We saw a juvenile martial eagle in flight, many bee-eaters, a saddle-billed stork, white-backed vultures, lots of nyala and (Terri’s personal favourites for the day) long-tailed paradise whydahs, whose males sport immensely long tail feathers out of all proportion to the rest of the bird.  At Crook’s Corner the mighty Limpopo River was a tiny trickle thanks to the failed rainy season, leaving a wide expanse of sand stretching to the Mozambique border.  We could have crossed the border to Mozambique here, but the road was reputed to be terrible on the Mozambique side, so we had decided to cross further south, at Giriyondo.  The drive back to Punda Maria gave us sightings of huge herds of buffalo and zebra and a wonderful encounter with 4 elephants bathing, playing, mating and fighting in a waterhole; we had to leave in a hurry when one of the male elephants got very aggressive and chased us away.
Helmeted guineafowl
Back in camp, we had to fight off a troop of invading vervet monkeys intent on raiding our food supplies, and saw a new bird species, the crested guineafowl, a colourful alternative to the flocks of helmeted guineafowl we had been seeing for days.  That evening after dinner Terri managed to pick out more bushbabies with the spotlight.  We went to bed highly satisfied with the day’s game viewing.

Wednesday, May 11th was a travel day.  After withstanding another monkey attack (they made off with the dried mandarin slices that Terri was about to put into our cereal, and then spent a few minutes jumping on a neighbouring popup tent as though it was a trampoline), we drove south for several hours along the main road towards Letaba, where we had managed to secure a last-minute reservation.  We wanted to be close to the Mozambican border crossing at Giriyondo, and our first choice, the “rustic” camp at Tsendze, was booked out.  We had enjoyed Letaba the first time, so it was a reasonable second choice.  We had a good drive in terms of wildlife, with lots of vultures, zebras, elephants and impalas, along with our first three ostriches so far in Kruger.  We got to Letaba by 2:30, getting another nice perimeter fence site, and did some paperwork for the next day’s border crossing as well as visiting the small but excellent elephant museum featuring the life stories and tusks of some of the huge bull elephants of the Letaba area, including the so-called Magnificent Sevan.  That night as we sat eating our steaks, three thick-tailed galagos, a larger relative of the bushbaby, came down out of the tree and walked right under my camp chair.  I wasn’t fast enough on the draw with my camera, but managed to get some shots as they disappeared back into the trees.  It was a wonderful send-off from Kruger!

Thick-tailed galago (larger version of the bushbaby), Letaba
Thursday, May 12th was D-day, and the hour and a half drive to the border post went smoothly, past a few zebras, impalas, elephants and francolins.  By 8:10 we were crossing the border and (we thought) saying goodbye to Kruger forever.

However, two weeks later, after we turned back from heading to Malawi through the conflict-torn centre of Mozambique, we found ourselves making an unexpected flying visit to the southwest corner of Kruger, the one part of the park we had neglected in our 10-day stay.  We stayed the night of Saturday, May 28th just south of Kruger in a strange residential development called Marloth Park, where South Africans buy property and build houses inside a fenced game park full of impala, babboons, wildebeest, steenbok and all sorts of game except for elephants, lions and leopards.  We camped in the excellent Marlothi Park campground and saw all sorts of bird species that were new to us.  Since it’s not inside Kruger, we were free to cycle around on our folding bicycles down to the Crocodile River (the southern boundary of Kruger) to peer across the fence at crocodiles, hippos, waterbucks and rich birdlife.  It was nice to be able to move around more freely than inside the park.

Mother and child white rhinos
The next morning we cut across the park, from Malelane Gate to Berg en Dal campground, then onto the main north-south road and finally west to Numbi Gate, where our Kruger journey had started almost 4 weeks earlier.  We had been disappointed that we hadn’t seen more rhinoceri on our first visit to the park, and everyone who had been to Berg en Dal recommended that area for white rhinos.  It did not disappoint!  We drove to Matjulu waterhole, just north of Berg en Dal, and there we saw no fewer than 4 white rhinos at quite close range, including a baby who was still nursing.  We sat for a while mesmerized, trying to take decent photos, and then drove off quite satisfied.  We stopped for hamburgers at Afsaal picnic area, and soon afterwards, right beside the main road, five more white rhinos were grazing.  More photos, more oohing and aahing.  I reflected that the nine white rhinos we saw probably represent close to one percent of this critically endangered species, under such intense poaching pressure.  A couple of days before, a National Parks helicopter had come under fire from heavily armedrhino poachers, and the future of this beautiful, huge animal hangs very much in the balance.  We drove out of Numbi Gate relieved to have seen so many rhinos at last.
Baby white rhino near Berg en Dal

Overall, Kruger National Park was not nearly as impressive as I had hoped, but it was still pretty good.  The huge herds of elephants and diversity of birdlife that we saw acouple of months ago in Chobe just wasn’t there.  Neither did the game viewing compare with what I saw in the Serengeti and Ngorongoro years ago:  no vast herds of wildebeest, zebra and Thompson’s gazelle.  

Kruger has a more discreet charm that rewards a longer stay, a slow exploration of the landscape and (most importantly) having your own wheels and camping gear.  It’s brilliantly set up for self-driving trips (as long as you manage to get reservations in the main campgrounds in the south) and the variety of landscape as we headed north compensated a bit for the lack of adrenaline-pumping “wow” moments.  In the end we did very well on the wildlife-spotting front, with cheetahs, black rhinos, wild dogs and some of the smaller antelope species the only things on our to-see list that we didn’t get to tick off.  Birdlife was excellent, and we loved the campgrounds.  The only real downer to a long Kruger trip is the lack of opportunity to walk (or cycle) around freely; you do spend too long cooped up inside your vehicle, although we learned to take advantage of wildlife hides, picnic spots and other get-out-of-your-car spots.  As the flagship of South Africa’s national parks, SANParks does a great job of maintaining the park.  Perhaps if we had visited in another season, or in another year that wasn’t a drought, it would have been a more impressive place, but it still richly rewarded our visits.
Tawny eagle

One practical thing that is an important tip for visitors is to invest in a Wild Card.  For R3000 (US$ 200) for a foreign couple, we get unlimited day access to the parks (campgrounds are paid for separately).  With day use fees of about R280 per day, within 6 days we had paid off the card entirely just on this one Kruger visit.  Since we want to visit other parks as well over the next year, it’s going to be a great savings.  The SANParks website doesn’t play nicely with non-South-African applications for the Wild Card, but if you perservere through frustrations, it will be worth it in the end.
Baboons at prayer drinking water

The other key thing to do is to get your campsite reservations done early on the SANParks website, or in person at the SANParks headquarters in Pretoria, where you can also get your Wild Card done in person, or pick it up if you ordered it online.

Thanks for wading through this post all the way to the end; hope you enjoyed it and the photos.  Next time:  Mozambique!!



Southern red-billed hornbill
White-fronted bee-eater