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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.
This Blog is for my short-attention-span friends out there … less words, more pictures. But if you like what you see, I also have full-on longer-length articles of our wayward travels elsewhere on this website.
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Posted on: 13th August 2018| By: Marielle
Fascinating how things are transported on the B8 highway. Strings of neat stake-fenced subsistence villages; tiny, square, shiny zinc houses (how do they survive the heat??); dense teak woodlands in changing livery — at times four colours on one tree: red, gold, yellow, green; skeletal Wild Teaks (Kiaat), leafless but for large wavy seed pods…
Posted on: 12th August 2018| By: Marielle
We had the glorious pleasure of spending four nights at Jackalberry Tented Camp, for much of the time the only guests. As it turned out, we also monopolised the companionship of our guide, Robson, a soft-spoken gentle soul with a deep spontaneous chuckle. On our first game drive he was stunned to find out we…
Posted on: 11th August 2018| By: Marielle
From Grand Central station to the outer limits of Timbuktu … that’s how it felt leaving Chobe and arriving at Jackalberry Tented Camp. Drenched in silence other than the gurgle and gargle of birds, utterly remote, enduringly peaceful … exclusive’s a word that applies here. To get there, we drove through Chobe National Park —…
Posted on: 8th August 2018| By: Marielle
It’s all about the perfect shot… So, our last boat trip on the Chobe River. One of those really big pontoons tightly packed with … Italians … and more Italians. The animated jabbering didn’t stop until we docked after sunset back at our starting point. It was the noisiest boat trip we’ve ever experienced. Even…
Posted on: 7th August 2018| By: Marielle
Yellow-billed Stork (all bird photos by Hirsh Aronowitz) We are seriously enjoying the Tswana staff and game rangers. They work hard; they’re engaging, enthusiastic and funny — a great sense of humour is always lurking behind those big Tswana smiles. Today was about the game drives, one in the morning (5 pm wake-up this time,…
Posted on: 6th August 2018| By: Marielle
Distance. That’s what our days have been about so far. In three days in Africa we’ve covered the same distance as we did over two weeks in Europe. 2,400 kilometres behind us. Ahead of us our destination for four days … Chobe Bush Lodge. Nirvana. What struck us about the stretch between Nata and Kasane,…
Posted on: 5th August 2018| By: Marielle
Coffee break in a continuous landscape of grassland and woodlands Day three, 2,000 kilometres down. From First World sophistication to vast, desolate, crusty salty flats in a day. We’re getting there. To begin with, we were all a bit gobsmacked at the modernity of Gaborone. The architecture is all glass and colour-blocks and sophisticated clean…
Posted on: 3rd August 2018| By: Marielle
Day Two of our three-day drive up to Botswana. Over 500 km, a 9-hour journey because of border formalities. It was a day of thornveld … red soils, yellow grasses, wiry thorn shrub, dusty skies. Vryburg, Taung, Mahikeng. We drove through a ramshackle village where arbitrary Stop signs suddenly appeared in the middle of nowhere….
Posted on: 3rd August 2018| By: Marielle
Hirsh started it. The kilometres were flying past us on our 770 kay, first-leg drive up to Botswana. His back was sore, my eyes were glazed, and we still had some way to go. Somehow Credo Mutwa — South African visionary, prophet, sangoma, and also an artist — became part of our conversation (without there…
Posted on: 25th July 2018| By: Marielle
Shamwari … it’s a name whispered with much reverence when speaking of game reserves in the Eastern Cape. Shortly before we set off for Tuscany-Provence it was our privilege to spend an inspiring four days there. Most of us South Africans can’t afford to get past Shamwari’s entrance gates … this is five-star territory,…