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Most memorable wildlife encounters

As you may have read in my previous post, during my time in Africa I visited a fair few game reserves/national parks and during that time, as you might expect, I took a few photos.

About 41 thousand of them, to be (slightly less than) exact.

Some of them have made their way onto these pages and if you’ve been following my posts, I hope they haven’t bored you all to tears.  This post is my attempt to pick out those encounters (not all of which resulted in usable photos) which stick in my memory as the ‘best’, for some reason or another.

Hopefully this selection gives an indication of what Africa has to offer although of course its impossible to cover the vast diversity of wildlife the continent has in just one post.  If nothing else, it hopefully shows that there is more to Africa than ‘the big 5’.

25 – Cheeky monkeys  & exhibitionist baboons

Oh sure, they look cute, I give you that. Or at least, they do when they’re sitting around, playing with their siblings, riding on their parent’s back or grooming each other.

Monkeys at the lunch stop

However they are less ‘cute’ when you’re trying to eat lunch ; take your eyes (or hands) off your food for a split second and the little sh*ts are in like a shot to steal it.

Now its funny the first time it happens, particularly so if it happens to someone else and you can laugh about it at their expense.  After a while it gets a bit annoying and at one point I actually had a tug of war with one of these little devils as it tried to steal a samosa from my hands as I was eating!  It won, I am ashamed to say, but it was getting quite agressive so I figured the samosa wasn’t worth getting scratched/bitten and potentially having to submit myself for a rabies shot.

In the cafe in Durban Botanic Gardens they had a member of staff who’s role in life seemed to be to walk around the tree-covered area with a large water ‘gun’ (think Nerf soakers/blasters) to try and discourage the monkeys from dropping down onto tables and stealing food. Most of the time the monkeys just targetted the tables that hadn’t been cleaned yet, which makes you wonder why customers didn’t take that small step to help out and take their trays back to the counter, but hey…

The locals in Durban said that the local vervet monkeys were a nightmare – you couldn’t leave any windows open as they would come into your house looking for food.  If they got in, they would eat what they could, and usually defecate indoors as well (how rude!).

Apparently they are not classified as ‘vermin’ so its illegal to shoot or otherwise kill them – something which the locals I spoke to about it didn’t seem to agree with.

Still, they are definitely quite entertaining to watch.  I remember watching a young baboon sitting in the middle of a pile of leaves in one campsite, scooping up the leaves around itself and throwing them up in the air – just a few minutes after the campsite groundskeeper had raked them into that pile.  I can imagine a few kids doing that…

Baby baboon taking a dive - they cling upside down to their mothers chest when the mother is walking

The one above was hanging under its mother just before this photo was taken, but clearly couldn’t hold on and face-planted right in front of me, and yes, I laughed.

The next day, one of its relatives stole a bit of chicken I’d just finished cooking on the gas burner.

Karma is a bitch, as they say.

Nothing to really say about this!

Nothing really to say about this!

24 – The elusive caracal

When you’re in Africa on ‘safari’ trips (did you know that ‘safari’ is actually the Swahili word for ‘journey’ and doesn’t have anything to do as such with game viewing?) you’ll probably see lions.  You’ll probably see cheetahs and if you’re lucky, you might see leopards.

What you are fairly unlikely to see (based on my experience anyway) is a caracal.

I saw a couple of them in the Tenikwa Wildlife Awareness Centre near Plettenberg, South Africa, but it wasn’t until a crack-of-dawn game drive into the Ngorongoro Crater in Tanzania that I finally caught sight of one in the wild (they are predominantly nocturnal).

My first caracal sighting (in the wild anyway)

My first caracal sighting (in the wild anyway)

As always, seeing animals in the wild trumps seeing them in captivity any day of the week, even if the captivity is for their protection due to them being ill or endangered somehow.

23 – Cycling with elands

Elands, the largest of the antelopes you’ll encounter in Africa, are (again, based on my experience) relatively unusual to see on game drives.  I saw more impala and Thomson’s gazelles than you could shake a stick at, loads of kudu, but sightings of elands were few and far between.

Whilst taking a break from the heat of Lake Malawi by spending some time in the hills of Nyika, I took a mountain bike out for a few hours and was fortunate to see some (equally uncommon) roan antelope and a few rather large eland.

Antelopes usually scarper before you can get close to them, and the eland were no different except these ones, rather than running away from me as such, trotted alongside me as I cycled along the track.  It then decided to cross the track directly in front of me by leaping across in one stride, clearing what must have been a good 7-8 ft gap.  Which was pretty impressive.

As I was cycling at the time, I didn’t have any opportunity to take a photo of this nor was I wearing a GoPro or something.  But it was cool and you’ll just have to take my word on this 🙂

To give you an idea of what an eland looks like (and how big they are) here are a couple I snapped in Amboseli NP, Kenya (to give a sense of scale, this road is easily wide enough for 2 vehicles to pass each other).

Eland with some tinsel on its antler :)

Eland with some tinsel on its antler 🙂

22 – Dodging jaywalking tortoises

From the largest of the antelopes we now move on to one of the smaller (and definitely slower!) critters – tortoises.  Leopard tortoises, to be exact.

This particular encounter rammed home to me the importance of keeping your eyes on the road and not just the bush to either side of it whilst driving through game reserves – whilst it looks quite obvious in this photo I assure you it was a ‘last minute, corner of the eye, hit the brakes’ moment .

Leopard tortoise, Kruger National Park

Leopard tortoise, Kruger National Park

But bless it, it was totally unfazed and continued to plod across the road.  I had to flash at an oncoming vehicle and point down at the road to get it to slow down as it clearly hadn’t seen it either – my good deed for the day.

21 – Diving with turtles

Sticking with the same theme, from tortoises we get to their sea dwelling relatives, the turtles.  Equally cool, but far more graceful and definitely quicker…

First, Aliwal Shoal, off the east coast of South Africa just south of Durban:

Cristina with a turtle

Cristina with a turtle

And then months later, again off the east coast but this time further north, off the coast of Tanzania at Mafia Island:

And yes, they are just like Crush in ‘Finding Nemo’ – very chilled out, and when they’ve had enough, they just gently (but surprisingly quickly) swim off – no fuss, no drama.  Duuuuuude…

20 – Hyenas eating newborn wildebeest

When you’re on game drives, I don’t think anything quite rams home to you the fact that you’re witnessing the daily struggle for life as seeing animals being hunted (and subsequently eaten) by other animals.

For some people, its a horrific/gruesome sight, but those people (IMHO) should probably be on a golf course or sitting on a beach and not paying good money to be shocked by animals doing what comes naturally to them.

Admittedly, it can be unpleasant to watch, especially if the animal being eaten is a youngster of some variety – they tend to be more cute and (presumably) cuddly.  But this is ultimately why you’re here ‘on safari’ and not driving around Whipsnade/Woburn or worse still, walking around a zoo.

The animals do what they need to do in order to survive – if that means killing other animals then they’ll do it, if that means running away from other animals intent on killing them, then they’d better do so!  If they survive long enough they’ll hopefully breed and maybe their offspring will live long enough to repeat the cycle.

Young animals, particularly newborns, are particularly vulnerable to predators which presumably is why most animals can walk and run within moments of giving birth – which makes you wonder how we (as a species) ever survived this long!

Hyenas are (we were told) known to actually snatch baby wildebeest as they are in the process of being born.  We didn’t quite see that, but the photos below, taken in the Ngorongoro Crater, show a hyena eating what was, we were assured, a newborn wildebeest.  We arrived after the kill had been made so all we got to see was this this hyena mopping up.

Another hyena eating another kill - we were told this was definitely a young wildebeest

Hyena eating another kill – we were told this was definitely a young wildebeest

19 – Upside-down hippos

Sticking with the Ngorongoro Crater for the time being, we come next to hippos.

I saw plenty of hippos during my time in  Africa, mostly in the water but one or two out for a stroll in the sun (unusual because they rely on the water to keep cool, having no sweat glands) and one at night, so why does this particular ‘encounter’ stand out?

Well, all the other times I saw hippos, they were the ‘right’ way up.

Seemed quite content!

Seemed quite content!

18 – Giraffes drinking at the waterhole

Giraffes are well adapted for reaching the leaves at the tops of trees, which presumably has helped them survive as a species over the years.

Their long legs and necks seem to be a bit of a problem though when it comes to drinking, requiring some delicate maneuvering of their legs to get their lips down to the water.  All the time of course, they are incredibly vigilant as will jump up at the slightest disturbance and run off, which in itself is worth watching as its quite graceful and yet ungainly at the same time!

Whilst giraffes are likely to be seen in most game reserves, the only time I really got to watch them drinking at waterholes was in Etosha National Park (Namibia) where you basically just park up by a water hole, and wait to see what happens…

No, the oryx in the photo above doesn’t have its head up the giraffe’s backside, incidentally.

Evolution can be a bit short-sighted sometimes...

Evolution can be a bit short-sighted sometimes…

17 – Wildebeest giving birth

Returning once more to the Ngorongroro Crater, we were fortunate enough on the pre-dawn descent into the crater (you can’t stay in the crater itself overnight, but there are lodges and campsites around the ‘rim’) to see, in the distance, a wildebeest being born.

I don’t have any decent photos of this one I’m afraid so you’ll have to put up with some very blurry ones – it was dark and this was happening a long way away…

Newborn wildebeest

Newborn wildebeest (on its knees, having just fallen over)

Within seconds the baby was up and suckling from his mother, although on very unsteady legs – not helped I imagine by this all taking place on a bit of a slope so the poor thing tumbled over a couple of times…

Shaky photo, shaky legs!

Shaky photo, shaky legs!

Very cool to see this taking place, although this was only a few hours before the hyena shot above.  Hopefully it was a different baby wildebeest!

16 – Boulders Beach penguins

When you think of animals in Africa, you’ll probably come up with the ‘usual suspects’ – elephants, antelopes, giraffes, and of course, the big cats.  You might be forgiven for forgetting the various birds (of which there are many varieties, from the ostrich and big vultures down to small hummingbirds) and, perhaps a little bizarrely, penguins.

Down in the far south-western reaches of South Africa, on the peninsula that ends in the famous Cape of Good Hope, live a colony of African Penguins.

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I like penguins… probably because they look daft.  They clearly aren’t very well ‘designed’ for walking and waddle more than anything, all of which adds to the entertainment 🙂

15 – First leopard in the wild

As I mentioned earlier, there is a huge difference to seeing animals in the wild vs seeing them in captivity; I was fortunate enough to see a leopard whilst touring the Tenikwa sanctuary in South Africa but that was the only one I saw until my last full day in Zambia, several months later.

Leopards are notoriously difficult to spot as they are mostly nocturnal and tend to lie in ambush waiting for prey to come into range, which makes them the hardest of the ‘Big 5’ to tick off.  You are most likely to catch a sighting of them during evening, or early morning, game drives when they are more active.

The first one I saw in the wild was in South Luangwa Game Reserve in eastern Zambia, during one such evening game drive.  Our driver somehow spotted it sitting at the base of a distant tree.  These guys are good – they either have incredibly good eyesight, or these animals don’t wander much from day to day ; either way, guides regularly spot things most of us would just drive past.

Presumably the leopard had only recently woken up as it was yawning lots – and those yawns turned a bit colourful as it eventually decided to throw up – charming!

Errr.... another big yawn, of the technicolor variety! Must have eaten someone who disagreed with it :)

Errr…. another big yawn, of the technicolor variety!

Clearly the vomiting helped as it then wandered off to find what was left of the day’s sun, sitting down to soak it up before heading off in search of something to replace the lost contents of its stomach!

Off for a walk into whats left of the sunshine

Off for a walk into whats left of the sunshine

14 – Feeding fish eagles

The African Fish Eagle is a relatively common sight in game reserves, particularly those (as you might expect) with large bodies of water.

And as far as large bodies of water go (in Africa), they don’t get much bigger than Lake Malawi.  In fact its the 3rd largest lake in Africa and teeming with fish, so its perhaps not too surprising that they have a few fish eagles around there.

Whilst staying at Cape Maclear in Malawi, towards the southern extent of the lake, I took a boat trip out to Thumbi Island which included the opportunity to ‘feed’ the island’s resident fish eagles with some fish caught by local kids out on their ‘canoes’.

My guide would whistle a few times (which the eagles have presumably become accustomed to meaning ‘feeding time’) and wave a fish in the air before throwing it into the water close to the boat; invariably an eagle would launch itself off from a branch on the island and swoop down to grab the fish although sometimes a sneaky hawk or other bird of prey would nick the fish before the eagle could get there 🙂

Needless to say, I took the opportunity to take a few photos…

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13 – Up close and personal with the biggest land animals in the world

Elephants are very big and very heavy (weighing up to 7 tonnes) and for the most part you could think of them as ‘gentle giants’.  Its surprisingly soothing to sit and watch them mooching about, eating and drinking and rumbling away to each other.  But sometimes they can be quite intimidating, usually when someone has annoyed them or they feel that their young are threatened by your presence.  Or, of course, when the males are in “musth” when their testosterone levels sky rocket.

Those are the times when you may not necessarily want to be sat right next to them in an open sided, open roofed 4×4 vehicle (or even a 3.5 tonne campervan for that matter).

One such time was when I was visiting Ruaha National Park in Tanzania.  Fari had parked us (in his 4×4) close to a group of females who were generally a bit upset with our presence as they had several young elephants with them ; one of them in particular was flapping her ears quite a bit and even went as far as starting a ‘mock charge’ towards us – for a couple of steps, that is.  Meanwhile, a young male, presumably part of the same group but on the opposite side of our vehicle, decided to show off a bit and did a bit of ear flapping and scuffing the floor and generally letting us know who was boss.

Ok, I was worried by now

Ok, I was worried by now

Had this been me driving, I would have been reversing right about now.  Fari, however, grew up around these animals and is an experienced guide, and just stuck his head and arm out of his drivers-side window and ‘shooed’ the elephant off – surprisingly, it seemed to work!

A close runner up to the elephants above comes the elephant who, whilst walking through my campsite in South Luangwa (Zambia) one night, managed to pull down an overhead power cable and not only take out the power to our part of the campsite for a day or so, but give itself a nasty shock in the process!  All I heard was a loud ‘trumpeting’ from the elephant and some thudding as it ran off ; it was apparently ok, but probably didn’t come back through the camp for a while!

12 – It takes two to tango

I saw lots of zebra during my time in Africa and for the most part, they are to be found standing around, grazing.  So it might seem unlikely that zebra would feature so highly in this list, and if it weren’t for 2 notable moments, they probably wouldn’t.

In Etosha I saw an ongoing scuffle between two zebra although I don’t know what it was all about – they were clearly having issues though…

But perhaps the most memorable zebra-related-moment was when I was in the Masai Mara and saw a rather ‘enthusiastic’ male zebra trying to ‘get in on’ with a less enthusiastic female.

Our guide told us that the male would basically keep ‘hassling’ the female, chasing her for ages until she either got away or gave in and let him mate with her.   We were lucky enough to see some of this going on…

No, she definitely wasn't interested :)

No, she definitely wasn’t interested 🙂

Uh.... maybe not!

But credit where credit is due – he didn’t give up.  After 5 or 10 minutes of this, they eventually ran off across the plains.  I would say ‘to live happily ever after’ but she was clearly still trying to get away from him and he was still quite keen to get his end away.

We’ll have to wonder how that panned out because we left them to it and went off in search of rhinos at that point 🙂

11 – White rhino

There are estimated to be just over 20,000 white rhino alive in the wild at the moment ; in 2014, over 1,200 were poached in South Africa alone, an average of one every 8 hours.  Across the whole of southern and eastern Africa, you can be sure that number is higher.  In 20 years they will all be dead.

And whilst appalling, this is nothing compared to the numbers for elephants –  some 40,000 elephants are killed per year for their tusks – more than are born per year – and if poaching continues at this rate, all elephants in the wild will be gone in the next 10 years.

All of which makes any encounter with a rhino or elephant special.

Rhinos aren’t particularly active animals – they graze a lot, and when they have had their fill from one patch of grass, they move on to another and continue grazing.

Any animal that spends its day eating is going to need to, well, relieve itself at some point, which brings us neatly on to the photograph.  I happened to capture a shot of just this moment and for some (childish?) reason, its one of my more memorable encounters with these fantastic rare animals.

Rhino taking a poo! Kruger National Park

Rhino taking a poo! Kruger National Park

Savour the moment, ladies and gentlemen ; in a few years time, you’ll only be seeing them in zoos, thanks to the demand for their horns in the Far East for traditional medicines which of course, don’t f*cking work.

10 – Mako shark trying to take a bite out of our (inflatable!) boat

Every Most years, millions of sardines gather off the southern coast of Africa and begin a mass migration northwards, along the eastern coast towards Mozambique and out into the Indian Ocean – this is one of the largest migration of animals in the word and is known as the ‘sardine run’.

We happened to be in the area at approximately the right time to catch this event, so booked ourselves onto a ‘sea safari’ out of Port St John, hoping to be able to get in the water and dive amongst the action, as the sardines are hunted by sharks and dolphins from below, and seabirds from above.

Sadly, being a ‘natural’ event, it isn’t always predictable and in this case, the ‘run’ never seemed to get started.  It usually happens every year – but sometimes it happens miles out to sea and as such, its not easy to catch.  Either we were too early, or it was happening elsewhere, as we didn’t see much activity.

However, we did see some rather cool things – one of which was a mako shark (a close relative to the great white shark, and one of the fastest sharks in the world, with a top speed of 60 miles per hour).

We received a call over the radio from another sea safari operator telling us that a mako had been circling their RIB (rigid hulled inflatable boat) for the past 45 minutes and kept taking particular interest in their propellors for some reason – even trying to bite the propellor blades every few laps of the boat.

So of course, we went to go and have a look, positioning ourselves alongside the other RIB.

The mako adjusted its circling pattern to now include our boat and I was lucky enough to grab this shot from my GoPro by holding it just below the surface ; there was no way I was getting in the water as the skipper told us they were generally quite aggressive but this one was particularly so.  One of the other guys on our boat was dead keen to get in but the skipper just wouldn’t have it – rightly so, I think.

Mako shark

Mako shark

The shark was clearly quite interested in our props now as well, but perhaps more worrying, it decided to start taking an interest in our inflatable rubber tubes!  The skipper was having none of this, and at one point had to resort to fending the shark off by pushing it away as it came partly out of the water to try and ‘taste’ our boat:

Really, really, close!

Rather him than me!!

9 – Walking with cheetahs in South Africa

I’ve mentioned Tenikwa a couple of times already in this post but in case you’ve missed it, its a wildlife sanctuary and education centre specialising in the care and rehabilitation of cheetahs and other wild cats ; they take in injured cheetahs, leopards, caracals and such and take care of them, though I don’t think they always release them back into the wild.  The also try to educate farmers (who are often responsible for injuring/killing these predators) as to how they can protect their livestock without resorting to shooting/trapping the wildlife.

However our main reason for visiting the centre was to take a couple of their resident cheetahs for a walk – one of the more bizarre things I’ve done!  I’ve taken my family dogs for a walk – thats quite normal.  I once took small yappy terriers for a walk which was, well, embarrassing, really.  Taking cheetahs for a walk?  Thats got to be cool, right?

Well it was definitely quite different and frankly a little disconcerting, as you have to follow strict rules about, for example, not getting forward of their shoulders, not looking them in the eye, and not crouching down in front of them.  Any of which could result in them trying to take a chunk out of you!

Our guides were also quite clear that if the cheetah decided to take off, not to try and hold them back (they are very powerful and do you really want to p*ss them off?) or keep up with them (they can reach speeds of up to 60mph in under 3 seconds).  Just let the reins go and they’ll come back in a few minutes (apparently).

We got to stroke the cheetahs a bit and their hair was surprisingly coarse – the dark hair on the spots is actually quite different to the rest of their hair.  There is probably a good reason for this but I can’t remember what it is!

They spend a lot of their walking time lying down and rolling around :)

They spend a lot of their walking time lying down and rolling around 🙂

A very cool experience!

8 – Getting buzzed by ragged tooth sharks

As the shark approached I mentally ran through the dive briefing we’d received a short while before jumping into the water

“Don’t worry, they’re vegetarian sharks”, they had said.

I’m no expert but I am pretty darned sure that raggies (ragged tooth sharks) eat meat.

“Well, ok, not vegetarians, they only eat fish”.

Looking at the teeth getting closer to me, I wasn’t feeling particularly reassured at this point.

“If they come towards you, just drop down onto the seabed or position yourself above them – just don’t get in their way”.

So they are vegetarian but clearly not to be messed with.  Great.

I dumped the remaining air from my BC (buoyancy jacket) and lungs and pinned myself to the seabed and ducked.  And just as the dive guide said, it passed straight over the top of me.  Superb!  A bit hard on the old sphincter muscles, but still, pretty superb!

Ragged Tooth Shark

Ragged Tooth Shark

Once you had survived your first encounter, the rest seemed positively laid back and I was able to get quite close to them throughout the remainder of the dive – definitely one for your bucket list!

Best shot of the set I think - Cristina, raggie, and a ray...

Best shot of the set I think – Cristina, raggie, and a ray…

It was much safer than the other popular shark/diving encounter South Africa is known for – diving with great white sharks.  It was definitely a more natural experience as in this case we were seeing the animals behaving normally ; with cage dives the operators tend to ‘bait’ the area to draw in the sharks (which I don’t think is a good idea) and of course, with great whites, you are in a cage.

7 – Humpbacks breeching

Earlier in this post I mentioned a day out on a RIB ‘sea safari’ where we were lucky enough to have a close encounter with a mako shark ; that was quite something but perhaps trumped by seeing several humpback whales ‘breeching’ time repeatedly as we followed alongside them.

I don’t have a huge amount to say about this, but as you can hopefully imagine, it was fantastic to see these huge animals playing around like this.

We were closer than the photos suggest (due to the lens distortion of the ultra wide angle GoPro), but there was no way I was taking my SLR on the boat without a decent housing!  The skipper had his, and took it out once to try and get ‘the money shot’ of two humpbacks breeching at the same time, and it got soaked.  He wasn’t happy.

6 – Lions, Masai Mara

As we approach the top 5, lions finally make an appearance.  And, if you’ll excuse the pun, they arrive with something of a bang 😉

It was all over in a few seconds ...

It was all over in a few seconds …

Full marks to this chap, who was clearly not suffering from stage fright or anything.  There were probably 5 or 6 fully loaded vehicles full of tourists watching him and he didn’t seem at all phased.   Our guide told us that they would repeat this many times during the day.  Good effort, I say!

Now if we were able to fast forward 6 months or so, we’d see the results of this, cough, labour.

And with the magic of the internet, I give you – lion cubs!

Awww :)

Awww 🙂

5 – Going batty in Zambia

One of the great things about travelling under your own ‘steam’ and without a fixed agenda or plans is that you can take advantage of tips from other travellers and go and see things that you hadn’t heard of.

My trip to Kasanka National Park, towards the north-east of Zambia, was one such trip.  I had heard great things about it from various other guests during my stay at Pioneer Camp (Lusaka) and from the owner and his partner, so I decided to delay my planned exit from Zambia via South Luangwa for a few days and head off in a different direction on a very long round trip.

All to see a few fruit bats.

Ok, when I say “a few” I may be understating the numbers a little.

The general consensus is that there is typically between 5 and 8 million bats at Kasanka at that time of year, as they migrate to Angola (if memory serves).  At sunset, seemingly just as the sun finally dips below the horizon, the bats take flight – just a few to start with, but in increasing numbers until the sky is full of them.

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If you were to ask people about mass animal migrations in Africa, they would understandably think about the Great Migration of (predominantly wildebeest) around the Serengeti and Masai Mara.

However the numbers involved in the Serengeti migration, whilst huge, are about 1/4 of the number of bats estimated to take part in this particular migration, which is the largest migration of warm blooded animals in the world.

I’d still like to see the wildebeest migration though 🙂

4 – Brief but alarming encounter with a pair of harassed black rhinos

White rhino are cool, and increasingly rare, but black rhino – well, they are even rarer and of course, it won’t be long before they disppear from the wild entirely 😦  Their numbers have dropped by 97% since 1970 due to poaching, and there are estimated to be only 5,000 or so of them left in the wild…

I didn’t see any black rhino until my penultimate game drive, which happened to be in the Masai Mara.  I have very mixed feelings about this particular encounter as it was positive and negative.

Positive, because I got to see a very rare animal.

Negative, because the rhino were being hassled by the drivers of the ‘safari’ vehicles, ours included.

You see these animals had been sighted and, as with all notable sightings, announced over the radios to other operators’ vehicles and what followed was a mass high speed exodus across the Masai Mara to try and catch a glimpse.  And yes, it was exhillarating, I give you that.

When we arrived ‘on site’ the rhinos were nowhere to be seen, so the drivers abandonned the ‘rules’ that said they had to stick to the tracks and ploughed their vehicles into the undergrowth to try and find them, trampling over bushes and small trees in the process and, potentially, smashing birds eggs or small animals in the process.

Our driver took a slightly different route and we were fortunate to catch these 2 black rhino trotting out of the cover of the bush, clearly trying to get away from the majority of the vehicles who were now behind them.

The rhino weren’t happy when they saw us.  We were just about to start snapping photos when our guide told us to sit tight as he was moving away from them, believing that they were about to charge us.

So unfortunately, after all that, I only managed 1 or 2 usable photos.

Yes, it was exciting (although had they charged us they would probably have done some serious damage to our vehicle and probably us as well), and of course, yes, it was great to see them.  I’m just not sure I am happy with the way it happened.

The elusive, and in this case, rather pissed off, black rhino!

The elusive, and in this case, rather pissed off, black rhino!

3 – Young cheetah playing with young antelope

Rocking up at number 3 we have the cutest little cheetah cub playing with an equally cute baby Thomson’s gazelle on the plains of the mighty Serengeti…

The cheetah in question had, just a few moments before, been sat with its mother on top of a mound of dirt (termite mound?) watching this gazelle and its mother in the distance.  The cheetahs silently stood up and started walking nonchalantly towards the gazelles, who were looking in their direction and must surely have seen them…

Stalking their prey in the distance

Stalking their prey in the distance

The cheetahs then adopted the classic ‘stalking’ posture, getting closer to the gazelles before breaking into a run.  The gazelles took off and we assumed that would be the end of it it, but no –  the young gazelle didn’t get away and the (mother) cheetah caught it.

But there was no kill.

The cheetah let the young gazelle go but only to use it as a training aid for her youngster, who wasn’t quite sure how it was supposed to react, or proceed…  A few times the young cheetah just stood there, looking at the gazelle, who also wasn’t sure how to react, so rather than try to run off, it would just stand there as well…

The youngsters really doesn't seem to know what its supposed to do next :)

The youngsters really doesn’t seem to know what its supposed to do next 🙂

Occasionally the cheetah’s mother would come along and stir things up a little bit, encouraging its youngster to chase the gazelle.

This was of course amazing to watch, although I guess sooner or later the young gazelle was turned into a snack.

2 – Lion catching and eating an impala

And talking of snacks – whilst I didn’t see the cheetahs kill that gazelle (above), I most certainly did get to see this lion hunt, kill, and eat a young impala (not in that order, mind you) in South Luangwa, Zambia – the only kill I actually got to see during my 10 months or so in Africa.

Lion stalking its prey - I think the baby impala had sensed something was wrong but the mother seemed oblivious to the danger

I think the baby impala had sensed something was wrong but the mother seemed oblivious to the danger

The mother scarpered, but the youngster didn’t really know what to do and was swiftly taken by the lion – no contest, really.

Walking back into the shade for its snack

Walking back into the shade for its snack

Now we thought that the lion had killed the impala outright, but it turns out it hadn’t ; once the lion settled down with it between its front paws and started munching away, the impala (which had been keeping very still all this time, hence us thinking it was dead) started lifting its head and bleating, presumably calling out for its mother.

Definitely still alive at this point

Definitely still alive at this point

This was, to be fair, quite hard to watch (and hear).  Had it killed it and then eaten it, I wouldn’t have been bothered, but hearing the crunch of the bones intermingled with the bleating was admittedly upsetting.  But then, as I said earlier, this is just the way it is in the wild…

A once in a lifetime experience…  For the impala, at any rate.

1 – Meeting the relatives

And finally…  Top of the list goes to the hour that I spent in the company of some of our closest evolutionary relatives – the mountain gorillas in the Volcanoes National Park, Rwanda.

It was an immense privilege to spend time watching these incredibly rare animals interacting with each other and, at times, directly with us.  At one point, one of the guys in our group got kicked by one of the gorillas as it hurried past us and you can well imagine that if they wanted to, they would be able to do some serious damage – but they don’t (normally!).

I’ll let the pictures below (and the main post I wrote about it) do the talking.

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Family portrait :)

Family portrait 🙂

I think we were told this one was just 6 months old - but not sure

I think we were told this one was just 6 months old – but not sure

There are estimated to be less than 900 of them left, and its weird (and sad) to think that in that hour I was surrounded by about 10% of the population of the entire species.

Thats all, folks!

So there we have it – my most memorable wildlife moments from my time out in Africa.  This list doesn’t necessarily reflect my favourite animals, I’ve just tried to pick out individual moments that stick out.

If you thought wildlife viewing in Africa was all about lions and elephants and giraffe, you’d be wrong.  There is a huge variety of wildlife to see and this list only scratches the surface of what the continent has to offer.

I suggest you get out there and have a look for yourself, before its too late… I would love to say that a concerted effort to stop poaching would mean you wouldn’t have to rush, but sadly, I just can’t see that being the case 😦

A year in numbers

It would seem appropriate that after a trip lasting nearly a year I should probably write some sort of review ; it should probably be deep and meaningful and use the words ‘magnificent’, ‘discovery’, ‘development’, ‘introspection’, ‘experience’, ‘growth’ and such.

But lets leave all that nonsense to one side for now, and start off with a few basic statistics, for those who are excited by such things… (and its easier to write!)

30,000

Approximately how much the trip cost me, in UK pounds.  This excludes the cost of the van itself  (about £3k), the conversion and fitting out etc which I haven’t worked out yet.

  • £2,136 of this covers the initial flights to SA, to Canada, and back to the UK
  • £3,670 of this was spent on shipping the van to and from Africa
  • £1,140 or thereabouts was the cost of the carnet de passage for the vehicle
  • £23,000 was everything else – accommodation, food, diesel, tours, park fees, etc etc.

Its hard to give an accurate estimate of a ‘per person, per day’ cost at the moment as for the first 3 months there were 2 of us on this trip and these figures include Africa and North America (quite different costs of living), but a quick calculation based on the £23k figure above comes to about £70 per day (about US$108).

If I were to remove the costs associated with the big safari trips and the diving excursions and so on, then split the spending up by region/country, this figure would come down quite a bit – but I haven’t got the patience for doing that just now.

16,222

How many miles I drove, or at least, logged – I know I forgot to log a few days here and there.

  • 12,502 miles of driving in Africa – there were more, I just forgot to log them.
  • 4,120 miles in the United States.

Now given that the ‘average’ mileage that people apparently cite when applying for motor insurance in the UK is somewhere around 12-15k per year, I would say that I was pretty much on par.  I think I prefer the idea of driving around Africa over sitting in queues on the M25.

326

How many days I was away for (10 months and 22 days).

292

The number of days I spent in Africa, making up approximately 90% of the trip.  The original plan was for a maximum of 6 months.

237

The number of nights I slept in the van – just over 80% of the time I was in Africa with it.

The first 3 weeks we were in a guesthouse, waiting for the van to arrive and clear customs (it was mistakingly offloaded in Namibia so we had to wait longer than planned), and I spent a couple of weeks in tents on organised safari trips etc.  Sleeping in the vehicle (or at least, camping) definitely helped to keep the costs down (or at least, freed up money to do other things).

117

Approximately how many different campsites I stayed at in the van during my time in Africa, which means I was staying a fraction over 2 nights at each place (on average).

My longest stays (either in one go or over multiple visits to the same campsite) were:

  • Oppi Koppi (Kamanjab, Namibia) – 23 nights in total from 3 separate stays
  • Jungle Junction (Nairobi, Kenya) – 15 nights
  • Riverlodge Backpackers / Camping (Cape Town, South Africa) – 13 nights

45

The magic number in Tanzania.  This is the absolute maximum speed, in kilometres per hour, at which you should drive if is a building in sight (which seems to constitute a “built up area” in the eyes of the police).

The official speed limit in built up areas is actually 50kph or even 60kph, but even if you stay at 45kph, the police will probably still pull you over for speeding (showing you the reading on their speed gun that they took from someone an hour or so ago who actually was speeding) or make up some other non-offence and try to extort money out of you.

F*ckers.

23

The number of ‘game reserves’ I visited (rather than just passed through or alongside and barely noticed).

In the list below, [SD] means ‘self drive’ – all others were on 4×4 vehicles run by safari operators or the game parks themselves.

South Africa

  • Hluhluwe-Imfolozi [SD]
  • Tembe Elephant Park
  • Kruger National Park [SD]

Swaziland

  • Mlilwani Wildlife Sanctuary [SD + mountain bike]

Namibia

  • Etosha National Park [SD]
  • Erindi Private Game Reserve

Botswana

  • Moremi Game Reserve and Okavango Delta
  • Chobe National Park

Zambia

  • Kasanka National Park [SD]
  • South Luangwa National Park

Malawi

  • Majete Wildlife Reserve [SD]
  • Nyika National Park [SD + mountain bike]

Tanzania

  • Mikumi National Park [SD]
  • Ruaha National Park [SD ish – Fari took me there in his 4×4]
  • Serengeti National Park
  • Ngorongoro Crater and Convservation Area
  • Lake Manyara
  • Tarangire National Park

Kenya

  • Lake Nakuru National Park
  • Lake Naivasha National Park
  • Masai Mara National Reserve
  • Ambsoseli National Park

Rwanda

  • Volcanoes National Park (walking – mountain gorillas)

12

The number of flights I took:

  1. Heathrow (UK) > Cape Town
  2. Cape Town > Durban
  3. Okavango Delta scenic flight
  4. Zanzibar > Dar es Salaam
  5. Dar es Salaam > Mafia Island
  6. Mafia Island > Dar es Salaam
  7. Nairobi > Kigali (Rwanda)
  8. Kigali > Nairobi
  9. Nairobi > Amsterdam
  10. Amsterdam > Vancouver
  11. Seattle > Amsterdam
  12. Amsterdam > Birmingham UK

Alas no, I don’t know what that equates to in terms of mileage, nor can I be bothered to try and find out.

11

How many countries I visited (excludes Holland as I was only there on a flight stopover):

  1. South Africa (97 days on a 90 day visa – got banned for a year for overstaying)
  2. Swaziland (5 days)
  3. Namibia (62 days)
  4. Botswana (8 days)
  5. Zambia (21 days)
  6. Malawi (30 days)
  7. Tanzania (38 days)
  8. Kenya (28 days)
  9. Rwanda (3 days)
  10. Canada (8 days)
  11. United States (21 days)

6

Shock absorbers.  I replaced all 4 before leaving South Africa for Namibia, and the front 2 had to be replaced in Dar es Salaam, having wallowed my way all the way through Tanzania from Malawi over the course of a month.

4

How many times I got pulled over by roadside rozzers in Tanzania.  On 3 of those occasions, they claimed I was speeding.  I talked my way out of 2 of these.  One one occasion the police just asked for money, plain and simple, without bothering to make up an excuse.  I suspect he was the most honest of the bunch, frankly.

Also the number of punctures I picked up.  2 of those were fixable, 2 required new tyres.  Which leads me on to the number of tyres I replaced in total (4), replacing 2 of my existing UK tyres before entering Namibia as I knew the roads would be more dubious.

2

The number of times the van got stuck – both times in sand.  One took a few minutes to dig out, the other time took several hours.

Also the number of traffic fines I paid – one for speeding ($20 in Tanzania) and the other when  spot checks by the roadside rozzers revealed that my not-quite-self-adhesive-enough white reflective tape had come off my front bumpers in Zambia (another $20).

0

The number of times I wished I was back home and at work, even when I was running low on funds towards the end of the trip.

Into Namibia

Yesterday was expensive – new shocks all round and 2 new tyres 😦  Still, I’ve kept one of the outgoing tyres as it was still quite usable as a spare – just need to find a ‘rim’ for it somewhere along the way.

Anyhow – today I crossed into Namibia, after spending just over 3 months in South Africa.  Now, I say ‘just over 3 months’ and I mean by about 11 days, which means I’m in violation of my entry visa 😦  Oops!

I had been checking online as to the repercussions of this, and it seems that I will probably be flagged as an ‘undesirable’ and banned from coming back to South Africa for a year.  Which is a pain in some respects as I was planning to come back down the east coast and ship the van onwards from Durban.

Anyhow – the road from Springbok towards the border with Namibia is pretty boring – dead straight for mile after mile, through increasingly stark and desolate landscape.  But its a very good smooth tar road which after the past few days is quite refreshing!  The suspension feels much better 🙂

Looking south on the road from Springbok to the Namibian border

Looking south on the road from Springbok to the Namibian border

The border formalities on the South African side of things were relatively simple – I was indeed declared ‘undesirable’ for overstaying my visa (the rules changed this year – they used to just issue a fine, payable on re-entry, but now you get a ban).  I even got a bit of paper telling me I was no longer welcome.  Excellent!

It was a little more confusing on the Namibian side – no obvious indication as to where you’re supposed to go, so I just found someone in a uniform and they pointed at a queue of people by an office.  After a few minutes of queuing another couple arrived behind me – also clueless as to the procedure it seems – and then someone else who was an old hand told us we had to fill in an entry form, which none of us had.  He told us we’d have to push to the front of the queue to get one (or fill it in when we get there and queue again) or, pointing to an office on the other side of the carpark, which was technically for people going out of Namibia, told us they had the same forms and there was no queue there so we just went over, grabbed the forms and rejoined our original queue, filling them in as we waited.

Once we’d got past the first official (checking our forms and stamping our passports etc) we had to fill in another form as we were (all) coming in with our own vehicles, and as such have to pay a cross border charge/tax (effectively road tax for those in the UK).  Again this was a bit confusing as they ask for ‘vehicle category codes’ and such which none of us knew, so we just did what it said on the example they had on display.  So my campervan is now a normal car, I suspect, in their eyes.  Ah well.

On to customs, which I didn’t think I needed to do but figured I ought to just check with them.  The guy there asked if I had anything to declare.

“I don’t know, what would I declare?” I asked…

“Anything expensive – computers, cameras?”

“Well, I have a laptop and a couple of cameras…”

“Ah, ok, any wine?”

“One bottle” I lied

{shrugs} “Don’t worry about it” he says.

Then we get onto the subject of the vehicle…

“Is it on a carnet?” he asks…

“Yes – but I don’t think you need to do anything with it as you’re all part of the Southern African Customs Union and I don’t think it needs stamping until I leave the Union”.

“We can’t stamp it as coming into Namibia – you didn’t get it stamped out of South Africa”

Now I start to doubt myself…

“No, I realise that, I got it stamped on arrival in Durban, and when I leave the SACU, I’ll get it stamped out – according to these instructions from the AA” – I hand him the sheet I got explaining the different procedure in Southern Africa.

“But I can’t stamp it – you should have got it stamped on the way out of South Africa”.

Of course now I’m getting a little more worried as I can’t exactly go back to South Africa now and get it stamped out!

“No, I don’t want you to stamp it – I don’t think you need to…”

And around in circles we went until eventually he just said “I don’t need to stamp it, you’re fine” and off I went.

After finally clearing customs I was stopped a minute or so down the road by another uniform, asking to check the van.  He wanted to see the road tax document (tick) and asked to see inside the vehicle and what was I carrying.  Fairly standard checks.  Then the difficult question…

“You are travelling alone?”

Groan…

Anyhow – after a brief discussion with him I was able to move on and was finally into Namibia!

I stopped at the first major petrol station hoping to pick up a SIM card for the mobile but they didn’t have any, or couldn’t sell them.  They told me to try a supermarket just up the road, which can’t have been very ‘super’ as I missed it completely.

First impressions of Namibia – vast!  Its strange, you come across the border (Orange River) and its almost like a completely different landscape – wide open vistas, occasional volcano-like hills, and the light was phenomenal.  Loved it straight away 🙂

I headed for Ai-Ais Spa/Campsite – seemingly quite a popular choice for people crossing the border as its only an hour or two away.  Its main claim to fame is a hot spring which feeds water at about 55-65c, which they pipe into the showers and 2 pools, one indoor, one outdoor.  The outdoor pool is free for campers to use so I will be taking advantage of that, no doubt 🙂

Ais-Ais Spa / Campsite

Ai-Ais Spa / Campsite

Oh, and the road to Ai-Ais was my first Namibian gravel road – really quite good actually!  Ok, as it got closer to the campsite it went to pot a bit, but if this is what the roads here are going to be like, it might not be as hard as I imagined…

So far, so good...

So far, so good…

{foolish last words, Brian…}

Namaqua National Park

Leaving Garies I headed north along the ‘main’ road for a bit before heading west into the Namaqua National Park – best known for its ‘carpets’ of wildflowers at this time of year.

I didn’t have any specific information on where the flowers would be so it was just a case of driving around and seeing whatever I could.

The roads were all dirt/gravel – some better than others.  The views though were cracking and it was well worth putting up with the corrugated roads for them 🙂  Didn’t see many ‘carpets’ of flowers but it was a lovely (if tiring) drive regardless.

Thats more like it :)

Thats more like it 🙂

Thankfully the road was quite good here :)

Thankfully the road was quite good here 🙂

Beautiful pass through rolling hills... road was rubbish though!

Beautiful pass through rolling hills… road was rubbish though!

This is what I mean by rubbish...

This is what I mean by rubbish…

Corrugations... hateful things!

Corrugations… hateful things!

For those who haven’t driven on corrugated roads – its just something that develops over time, particularly on dirt/gravel roads.  Here’s an explanation from Wikipedia:

“Washboarding [corrugations] is an instability that occurs when vehicles move above a critical speed that depends on the properties of the vehicles and the road surface. If all the vehicles move below a critical speed the road will remain flat, but if they move faster (or at least within a critical range), ripples will slowly grow and move (usually) in the direction of the vehicles. The vibration is felt most in the vehicle when the speed is such that some component, usually the wheels bouncing on the springiness of the tires, is in resonance with the bumps.”

Which I’ll translate for you : “steep regular ridges in the road at 90 degrees to the direction of travel, which shake the living cr@p out of your vehicle if you’re doing anything greater than 5mph or less than about 50-60mph”.  Of course, those high speeds on some of the roads you see corrugations on mean an early death, I imagine!

Anyhow – made it to Springbok in the end and found a tyre/suspension specialist who will take a look at the shocks tomorrow, as I’m pretty sure they need replacing before I go to Namibia (which is mostly dirt roads).  Found a nice little campsite (Namastat) just south of town charging R50 per person per night – bargain!

Clanwilliam to Garies

After getting my puncture repaired (R120 [£8] – which is a damned sight cheaper than a new tyre!) I headed out of Clanwilliam.  I had considered doing some walking in the area but I understand you need to arrange this in advance and maybe even take a guide and be in a group of 2 or more – bugger 😦  So I didn’t bother investigating this any further and went in search of flowers.

I bumped into an elderly Dutch family last night in the campsite who were here for a few months, also looking at the flowers, and they gave me a tourist map showing the most popular routes so I’ll follow one of those.  I appear to have done one of them on the way into Clanwilliam the other day (R364 from Calvinia).

My route took me west to the coast (Lamberts Bay – stuff all to see here and not much in the way of flowers), north along the railroad service road to Doring Bay (again, bit quiet but nice bay just north of there called Fryers Cove, and more flowers) and then back inland to pick up the main north/south road towards Springbok.  I didn’t make it as far as Springbok so stopped at the ‘municipal’ campsite in Garies.  Aside from a work crew, I was once again the only person there.

Loads of wildflowers today!

Loads of wildflowers today!  On the west coast…

Stretch of coast north of Lamberts Bay

Stretch of coast north of Lamberts Bay

Fryers Cove, Doring Bay

Fryers Cove, Doring Bay

The van sporting a new hairstyle :) @ Fryers Cove

The van sporting a new hairstyle 🙂 @ Fryers Cove

Quite a bit of time on dirt roads today

Quite a bit of time on dirt roads today – this one was coming inland from Doring Bay to Vredendal

Tomorrow I’m going to tackle the Skilpad / Namaqua National Park – where the largest concentrations of wildflowers should be.

Clanwilliam

So, last night I agreed to join the 6 x South Africans on their route, part of it at any rate, rather than driving for miles back the way I had come yesterday by mistake.  It made sense at the time, but as the day went by, I was less and less convinced!

It all started off so well – the main north/south dirt road was in good condition if you ignored the occasional big stones strewn around, and I was booting along quite happily until we got to what I thought was the junction they had told me about (they were behind me).  I stopped, they stopped, we discussed whether or not this was the right place or not (I thought they knew?!) and then we noticed I had a puncture on my offside/rear wheel 😦  Bugger!

Nice hills, not so nice road...

Nice hills, not so nice road…

I pumped it up while we continued to discuss where we should be going, but it refused to stay above 3 bar (supposed to be 6.5) so we concluded it needed to be replaced.  Hmmm… Now, I now its daft, but since getting the van, I haven’t actually tried changing the wheel.  I know where the spare is and have all the tools (hopefully) but I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to get the bolts holding the spare’s cradle to the van undone.  So I wussed out and said it would take too long, so shouldn’t we just squirt the tyre repair stuff in and see if that works?

They agreed, saying it was daft that we all carry this sort of stuff with us and never use it, so 10 minutes later we were underway again.  The tyre was still low, as you have to drive 10 miles or so with it slopping around in the tyre before you try to inflate again.  Obviously I was driving very slowly at this point, maybe 30mph?  The road wasn’t exactly great so this didn’t strike me as a problem, but after several stops at gates to get the ‘convoy’ through, it became apparent that they wanted to get a move on, so basically we ‘agreed’ that they would leave me after pointing out where I needed to turn next to pick up the road to Clanwilliam.

I’ll admit I was a bit annoyed with them over this – they were the ones who encouraged me to take this route, knowing I didn’t have a 4×4.  And now I’ve got a slow puncture and am slowing them down a bit, they bugger off.  That said, it was ultimately my choice to go along with them.

So off they went and I limped to Clanwilliam, pumping the tyre up every 20 minutes or so, along an increasingly rubbish road (clay, waterlogged and churned up in places, particularly in a stretch with a sheer drop on one side!) but with lovely views and several eagles, disturbed by the van as I approached…

Slippery when wet!

Slippery when wet!

They suggested this route as it would take me along a road that was known for its wildflowers – something this whole region is famous for.  They’re more prevalent slightly further north but every year, about this time, you get huge blooms of colourful flowers appearing for a short time.  Some people make the trip here from overseas just to see this.

Wildflowers

Wildflowers

The road improved as I got closer to Clanwilliam...

The road improved as I got closer to Clanwilliam…

Eventually the road turned into a decent, tarmac road, which took me down into Clanwilliam.  I went straight to the first tyre place which, of course, was shut.  Its a Saturday, after all – they all seem to shut at lunchtime here on Saturdays 😦  So I carried on to the nearest campsite and called it a day.  I tried changing the wheel and was pleasantly surprised to be able to get the spare out of its cradle.  I just couldn’t jack the van up high enough to get the flat tyre off as the jack is the wrong size 😦  Time for a beer!

 

Heading north from Cape Town

So after a few days of sitting around in the backpackers and doing some rearrangements / long overdue tasks (like wiring in the rear view camera so I can see how many people I’m about to run over in busy car parks when reversing) it was time to say farewell to Cape Town and head north – aiming for Namibia.

My first destination was Yzerfontein, on the coast, but unfortunately their only campsite appeared (once again) to be shut, and there didn’t seem to be any backpacking lodges handy, so I carried on up to Langebaan.  The first campsite I tried there was also shut but the 2nd one was open so I piled in there and picked one of the many available slots, with a nice view of the sun setting over the lagoon.

Campsite at Langebaan

Campsite at Langebaan

Langebaan Bay/Lagoon

Langebaan Bay/Lagoon

I had intended to do some kayaking or stand up paddling here but the weather the next day was dubious and I couldn’t be bothered waiting around for it to clear up – need to move on!

My next target was the Cederberg Mountains National Park – not quite sure why, just looked like a sensible place to aim for on the way up north 🙂

I missed – sort of – because the GPS marks I had for a campsite were for a different campsite, I think.  Not quite sure how that happened but I ended up on my first proper, long, gravel/dirt road in the middle of nowhere…  It turns out I had taken the north road on the wrong (east) side of the Cederberg range.  Ah well, nice views if nothing else.

Nice views along the way

Nice views along the way

The road is lo-oh-ong...

 

...but generally, just long and straight...

…but generally, the road was just long and straight…

Impressive clouds - definitely a day for the polarising filter :)

Impressive clouds – definitely a day for the polarising filter 🙂

Finally to the (wrong) campsite - weird little private game reserve

Finally to the (wrong) campsite – weird little private game reserve

So I finally made it to Die Mond, the campsite I wasn’t aiming for.  It was at the end of a dirt road after many hours on a bigger, better, dirt road.  I bumped into 2 cars carrying a group of semi retired South Africans on a short road trip up into the Karoo.  They invited me over to their cabin for drinks in the evening so off I toddled after incinerating some food on the braai…

Nice lake in campsite - but water = insects :(

Nice lake in campsite – but water = insects 😦

Beautiful sunset...

Beautiful sunset…

One of them was a grape farmer who’s farm he claimed supplies, amongst others, Bergkelder for their Fleur du Cap.  Sadly he didn’t have any of that but some cheap and nasty stuff which he apparently also supplies with grapes.  One of the other guys was an auto electrician, one was a builder, and the 4th I have no idea about.  One of the 2 women was the spitting image of an ex girlfriend of mine, right down to her mannerisms.  It was quite scary really!

I had a few too many glasses of bad red wine, went for a pee outside (in the dark), and promptly, after being told not to walk too far along the verandah, fell off it and rolled down the slope the cabin was built on.  Thankfully nobody noticed, or if they did (by the grass and dirt stuck in my jumper afterwards) had the good grace not to say anything!

They told me they would take me across country a bit – the way they were going in their 4x4s – in the morning to get to the road I needed to get back ‘on track’ to the Cederberg.  Seemed like a good idea at the time…

Cristina leaves :(

Seeing as most of the people reading this (as I write) are probably close friends of ours, most of you probably already know that Cristina flew home from Cape Town.  I won’t go into the reasons why but they were many and varied.  Basically she was very unhappy and after 3 months of travelling, had pretty much had enough.  We have discussed her leaving several times during our time here in South Africa and her departure didn’t come as a surprise.  She booked the flight when we arrived in Cape Town a week ago so we both knew this our last week together on this trip.

So with a very heavy heart I said goodbye to her at Cape Town airport and went back to the backpackers/campsite to get drunk.

The only amusing thing today was seeing one of the other backpackers chop through an underground water pipe when chopping firewood in the afternoon…

Ooops!

Ooops!

Enough said, I think 😦

Robben Island

Robben Island sits just off the coast from Cape Town and is best known for being the prison in which Nelson Mandela served most of his sentence.  Of course, he wasn’t the only one by any means – many of the ‘high risk’ activists of the era were imprisoned there as well over the years. But Mandela is the most famous of them all.  The island was used as a prison by various regimes before the apartheid government started using it, and has also served as a leprosy colony.  So basically its where people were sent to get rid of them.

Its a hugely popular tourist attraction in Cape Town and you need to book in advance – in our case we booked about a week ago and this was about the only slot we could get.  Thankfully the weather looked good as, being an island, getting there involves a ferry ride and thats always more pleasant when its not blowing a gale 🙂

Along with all the other visitors, we queued to get through the airport style security gate for what seemed an age – clearly missing our allotted departure time but nobody seemed to be worrying about such things.  When we finally got to the security ‘gate’, the British backpackers in front of us who we’d been chatting to discovered their ticket was for tomorrow, not today.  Nice waste of time for them!  After clearing security we were shown to a waiting area where someone would come and collect us and take us to the boat.   What then happened made a complete mockery of the security process – they took us out of the building, introduced us to a skipper, who said “follow me” and walked off through the busy, public, unsecure V&A Waterfront.  Anybody could have picked up something or been given something during that time as there was no security from that point onwards.

Anyhow, onto the boat, and out to Robben Island…. Time for some photos:

Table Mountain & Cape Town

Table Mountain & Cape Town

 

Approaching Robben Island

Approaching Robben Island

The tour started with a bus ride around the island during which we were told all about the history of the island, focussing of course on the apartheid era for which it is most well known.  We stopped at a quarry where the prisoners were required to do hard labour and were told how the activists would use their time there as an opportunity to discuss things and educate other prisoners, as they spent most of the time in solitary confinement.  We also saw the house of Robert Sobukwe, an activist who spent 6 years (I think) interned there in solitary, kept in a different part of the island to the other prisoners.

We stopped briefly at a viewpoint overlooking Table Mountain for a few photos…

From there it was on to the prison itself and a flying visit to Mandela’s cell:

One of several courtyards/exercise areas inside the prison walls

One of several courtyards/exercise areas inside the prison walls

No comment :)

No comment 🙂

Mandela's cell

Mandela’s cell – like others who the authorities considered likely to encourage activism, he was held in solitary

General population - for prisoners who the authorities deemed a lower 'risk' of political activism

General population – for prisoners who the authorities deemed a lower ‘risk’

 

The tour guides are former prisoners themselves and ours told us a little about how he ended up in prison, what life was like and so on.  To be honest, we didn’t think much of the tour of the prison itself – I think it depends on who you get as your guide.  Some are probably better than others.  He didn’t talk much about his time there, just the basic routines, and when he went on to tell us about how he ended up in prison, it was because he had come in from Angola with loads of explosives and guns (with others) looking to sabotage some trains or something – and seemed surprised and ‘wronged’ that he ended up in prison.  Hmmm…

Anyhow – back to the boats and back to Cape Town and you know that means more photos:

Lions Head with the football stadium built for the 2010 World Cup

Lions Head with the football stadium built for the 2010 World Cup

Cape Town - coming into the V&A Waterfront / harbour

Cape Town – coming into the V&A Waterfront / harbour

And thats that!  An interesting day but in some ways, for me at least, a little disappointing.  We knew the whole thing would be a bit regimented – you can’t just wander around the island on your own, or at least, not on the standard tour.  The prison itself, well, its an empty prison, lots of cells, a little information, but not much else.  You visit it because of its association with Mandela I guess, more than anything.  Obviously he wasn’t the only person involved in the uprising against apartheid, although sometimes the focus on him makes you think it was him who orchestrated the whole thing.

Kirstenbosch Botanic Gardens

Another bunch of photos – this time from a day spent exploring the beautiful Kirstenbosch Botanic Gardens just to the south of Cape Town.  The weather was a bit rubbish at times but at least it only rained when we were having lunch 🙂   Seeing as I’m not a plant nerd, I don’t know what most of these are.  So, make up your own names where applicable 🙂

 

Bird of Paradise / Crane Flower

Bird of Paradise / Crane Flower

King Protea

King Protea

Old/dead ? king protea

Old/dead ? king protea

King protea again

King protea again

Senorita :)

Senorita 🙂

More Bird of Paradise plants

More Bird of Paradise plants

Tree Top Walkway

Tree Top Walkway