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I cannot NOT write. I think I was born with a pen (okay, today it’s a stylus) in my hand. So, wherever we go (and we travel a LOT), my diary tags along too. So does my tiny #NoFilter Canon SD 1200. And together we create a world from a unique perspective. My perspective. This blog is the world through my eyes, a bit offbeat, sometimes quirky, always different.
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Posted on: 15th August 2019| By: Marielle
When you’re in the wilds, often what’s more special than major tick-off sightings is simply to sit quietly and observe animal behaviour, their interactions with each other … and you … as the case may be. You are now in their territory, where it’s the wild animals that direct operations and call the shots. Clearly…
Posted on: 8th August 2019| By: Marielle
There is something very special about owls … an air of mystique, an ability to see beyond the surface of things, the perceived wisdom in those very big, very bright, very piercing eyes. When they lance you with a look, it’s as if they see right through you. Which is why they appear in fairytales,…
Posted on: 31st July 2019| By: Marielle
We’ve been to Mokala many times, and loved it, but what we weren’t prepared for was the absolute magic of Haak-en-Steek, a reasonably recent addition to the park’s accommodation options and one we’d never tried before. The word ‘camp’ is misleading, although there are three small very basic camp sites nearby. But we were expecting…
Posted on: 30th July 2019| By: Marielle
In Marakele Tlopi Tented Camp wins hands down. Consisting of wood, glass and canvas, and again, heavily monkey-proofed — vervets are notoriously mischievous and nifty here; many a foreign visitor has been caught unawares — its position right at the edge of the Tlopi Dam is magic, with views across to those giant sandstone molars….
Posted on: 29th July 2019| By: Marielle
The roads in North West Province are execrable. Maintenance is seriously lacking, particularly on the R572, which unbelievably so is a secondary route to Zimbabwe. The tar is so badly potholed (“more like sinkholes” according to the drivers) that Keith, looking back from a distant hill, commented over the Zartek: “Oh, I see a cloud…
Posted on: 26th July 2019| By: Marielle
Why is it that for the second time in a row we book our stay in Mapungubwe to coincide with the Tour de Tuli?! Clouds of dust and the growl of vehicles as 300 cyclists converge on the confluence of the Shashe and Limpopo Rivers. Their little encampment is not somewhere we would like to…
Posted on: 25th July 2019| By: Marielle
Other than a flicking ear, this is the closest I got to a wild dog (experts like to call it painted dog these days), a logo on a safari vehicle, even if I’m now advertising someone else’s business. Our six-hour drive to Musina just outside Kruger’s Pafuri gate felt very, very long even though we…
Posted on: 23rd July 2019| By: Marielle
There is no logic in the bush. Nothing happens according to predictable algorithms. Life hinges simply on super finely tuned senses. Avoiding danger. Protecting your babies. Responding to the signal of hunger or thirst. You need just watch a stately kudu male picking a meticulously slow path — pause and listen, pause and listen —…
Posted on: 22nd July 2019| By: Marielle
I hate those Sightings boards at every camp with their neat, precise, red squares for lion, blue squares for leopard. They set up such rabid FOMO — just knowing that others (not you) have hit that absolutely perfect moment of timing, the briefest instance of connecting in which two paths, the animal’s and yours, serendipitously…
Posted on: 21st July 2019| By: Marielle
On our last night at Shimuwini we watched an ox-blood full moon peep up over the trees, then heft itself slowly into the night sky. We were sitting like three Stooges on a bench above the Letaba River, waiting for it to rise. And it did, three-quarters of an hour later than the previous evening….