Kruger Mkuzi and Durban
Safari and Escape
Friday, March 28 2008
The sunrise in Kruger National Park.
We
got up very early and drove in Kruger National Park where we saw giraffe,
steenbok, impala, and a beautiful sunrise.
The leopard just seemed to be placed for us to take
photos of. But, the light started fading fast so the photo is a bit grainy.
The good news is that when we got back to our camp the
police had arrived to return some of our stolen property. Not much was
there, some people got nothing, and a few people got one or two items.
But, my big camera was back and thankfully it still worked. Alas,
Julia's brand new camera and many, many other of our items, including our
car and house keys, were not there. The police said there was more stuff
to be given back but it was in evidence for the time being. We
are unsure, and not hopeful, we will see anything else. Some of our
group still have no money or passports.
The elusive wild dog in the diminishing light.
In the afternoon we went back to the hide and saw the
hippopotamus again. They were mating this time. We also saw two kingfishers
and a terrapin. At the start of our afternoon drive Julia was able to catch
an elephant making a charge at our tour bus. This was really something to
see.
On our night drive we saw the elusive
leopard and the very rare wild dog. This really raised our spirits which had
been flagging badly. We have become seriously concerned with the tour
guide's interest in our safety.
African wild dogs hunt in a pack and chase their prey
until they drop of exhaustion. Then they eat it alive. Julia and I know how
this feels after being on this tour.
Saturday, March 29 2008
It was only the natural beauty that kept us on this horror tour.
Last night Julia and I were so tired that we went to bed
before dinner and slept until 6:00am. This morning a chap from the tour
company came out to check up on us; it seemed less about us and more about
avoiding litigation. To make matters worse the bloke was some kind of
religious nut and started carrying on about how God and prayer had saved us.
Unfortunately, for him, he was addressing a group of agnostics so his words
were more annoying than comforting; I let him know this. He explained our
new itinerary to us which was the same as the old but now with a monster
drive (bypassing Swaziland) to Mkuze ahead of us. Our
tour guide estimated we would arrive there at 6:30pm that evening; he was
not even close.
The safest place to be is in a game reserve surrounded by wild animals.
From Julia: Our experience today needs to be titled
"Exacerbating Post Traumatic Stress 101." We re-enacted the experience of
driving at high speeds along lonely forested roads where we saw signs
warning "don't stop crime area." I felt like a character in a fairy tale who
had been warned not to stray from the path as unknown terrors were lurking
in the woods. Mary and David saw two menacing-looking men squatting in the
trees as we passed; it seemed they were waiting there to attack luckless,
innocent wayfarers. We had to stop for food and bathroom breaks at various
gas stations and shops. These stops caused our adrenaline to peak. The
people standing around the gas stations all seemed to us to be maniacs on
the verge of pulling out sawn-off shotguns at any moment. On the bus we
tried to keep up our spirits by singing and telling jokes, and this worked
fairly well until we realized, by looking at a map, that after 6 hours of
driving we were still only just halfway. We'd expected to arrive at 6:30pm.
We made bets, each of us estimating our new time of arrival. The loser was
to give the winner a massage. It turned out that the person with the latest
time, the one we all laughed at as completely ridiculous and pessimistic,
was the winner. Darkness fell and we still drove on. Our driver had been
driving for nine hours and we had another four to go. We were all silent
now, exhausted and terrified as the bus hurtled along dark, rural roads,
with no clue as to when or if we'd arrive at the game reserve ahead. Things
were made worse by the worry that the van would hit one of the many cows
we'd seen during the daytime that wander out onto the highway. Finally, it
was 10:40pm when we arrived and several of us were very annoyed with our
tour leaders who we felt had been disingenuous at least by taking us through
this experience. Good news was that
our tents were permanent structures with their own bathrooms and mosquito
nets over the beds to keep out unwanted enormous insects as well as the
biting kind.
We are beginning to really lose faith in the judgment of
our tour guide.
Sunday, March 30 2008
The rhino family.
We got up early and went out on a walk of Mkuzi
KwaZulu-Natal game reserve. Our guide's name translated from the Zulu to
English as happiness; yet he really did not seem so. Once again the guide
carried a large-caliber rifle to protect us from the wild animals. At
this point, we had seen all of the big five African animals except for
rhinoceros. On the drive out to our walk this changed as we spotted three
white rhinos, mum, dad, and baby.
Only a few minutes into our walk we were confronted with
another two rhinos. We retreated behind a tree as one of the rhinos charged
at us. Still, compared to some of our other experiences on this tour it
seemed rather a tame occurrence. We returned to camp and later that day
drove to the estuary where we saw a hippopotamus demonstrate its running
speed as it tore out of the water and up the bank.
A blue-balled monkey which populates the estuary area. I believe I had a lot in
common with this monkey after seeing the hippo run up the bank.
That evening at dinner the tour guide tried once again to
excuse his bad judgment and misleading behavior to us. He had tried this
several times before, meeting mixed resistance, but this time it was simply
too much for me, and I got extremely cross with him and told him just how I
thought he had failed us. Not everyone in our group entirely agreed with my
delivery method but I believe most agreed with my message. Julia and I had,
had enough after this episode and went to bed determined to leave the tour
and return control of our safety to ourselves.