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No Politics Zone – a Ramble

I have given up reading the NYTimes for a bit. I won’t read political rants on FaceBook. I’ve had it. Nothing I do or say is going to change the basic facts. The country will go on about its business, people will be worse off or better off and I want to get out in the desert with a whisper of internet to stay in touch with friends and family and find beauty in the plants and animals that make their own way unconcerned about affairs of people. Yes, I know we are changing the very places they live. So much damage has been done already. . .  argh, there I go off into politics without even meaning to.

I long for the feel of the road beneath our tires, knowing that we will find a place to stay the night, or a week, or a month if it suits us. To connect with people we have met living the same life and share a happy hour and a pot luck meal. To meet new people who will join the ranks of our extended friendship circle, or occasionally people who are interesting for one time only (ref: The Moon is Harsh Mistress, Heinlein).

Hmm, maybe just to sit quietly and reread some Heinlein and Asimov and Niven, not sure I am ready to reread Orson Scott Card again. Michael Connelly has a new Bosch story out, can I wait for the price to come down or will I just buy it and get on with it :)?  Carol says “get it from the library”.

Yes I know I am rambling. It comes from sitting and getting accounts current and hanging more pictures in the apartment so they will be up when we come back in the Spring and reading too many posts on RV forums. I will just let this ramble on for a bit more.

Just read about the 7.1 earthquake in New Zealand. Were we really there, just six months ago, in those very places. Saw Kate on FaceBook proclaiming they are well and unhurt, we first met her at Steven and Daisy’s wedding and then in Wellington for a day as we were passing through. The forces of nature are not to be toyed with. The pictures are horrifying although the death toll so far is low.

Enough words, how about some sunsets?

The above are from our Africa trip 
From the apartment window through dirty glass – just now.

Itchy Tires

Itchy tires is a syndrome caused by staying in one place for too long. We have been in our apartment since our return from Africa September 19. That is more than 6 weeks with only two brief trips out of town. We were in Syracuse for a day and a half for my aunt’s memorial service and we had a couple of hours in North Tonawanda (Niagara Falls area) to see what was going on with the coach.

The primary symptom is endless reading of RV blogs by others, reading and responding to forum postings (rv.net/forums, tiffinrvnetwork.com and irv2.com). I am even deeply engrossed in a selection of Facebook groups dedicated to various aspects of the RV Lifestyle. Last night I even watched a video replay of a live presentation about lithium batteries for the house electric supply. No way am I even considering the expense of such a conversion which would take over five years to recoup/justify.

Another symptom is early morning wake ups thinking about the chores needed to get underway again. We took so much off of GeeWhiz that is a chore to keep it separate from the stuff we leave in the apartment. I am even rethinking all those hats I sorted last week which was really part of the process of getting ready to roll. Maybe once we roll I’ll sleep more soundly. After all preparing to move on in the coach does not require any decision making about what to take, everything, and it is all has it place for being underway.

I’m even writing this post, which if I look back over the years seems to be a harbinger of time to move on. But! I talked to John at Colton yesterday and he is slipping our November 15 departure date, he thinks. They have the new front cap installed and they only need one small part before they can put the generator back in and well, there are a world of small parts that still need to arrive. Meanwhile the compartment doors are in the process of being painted and other work is proceeding.

I am trying hard to live with indecisiveness. We will leave when the coach is ready and not a minute before, also not much more than a minute later. In reality, I suspect we would be sitting in Rochester even if the coach were merely in storage for now. We have friends to have lunch and dinner with, we have concert tickets and so many other wonderful activities right here. Carol has let the refrigerator and pantry drop to the lowest point we can remember. We are eating out so much and preparing to travel. Indeed we will need to shop soon just to be able to have breakfast in the apartment.

Life is good and I have learned that Itchy Tires is a syndrome with an easy and lasting cure: Get on the Road!

Hats

When we brought GeeWhiz into the shop we weren’t sure what our next steps were so we decided to unload as much of our personal belongings as we could in a couple of trips. Instant house move out! As I started pulling hats out of the large storage space over the couch and putting them into a plastic storage bin, I felt like the sorcerer’s apprentice. the more I pulled out, it seemed, the more there were to grab. I knew as I was doing this that I was going to have to leave many of these off the coach when we moved back in. 🙁

I never thought of myself as a hat collector. There must be many people who have many more hats then I do. But then, here is the oldest hat I know of in my “collection” (not as old as the head its on):

The receipt for Saks Fifth Avenue shows that I paid $40 for the Stetson plus $10 for a Kangol that no longer exists.  I won’t say that this is my first hat which I think was a brown fedora. Baseball caps were not so much in fashion then. The one size fits most hat not been invented. 
I pulled out the bin of hats from the motorhome and spread them on the bed: 
I think there are 34 hats there counting two kippahs. Many of them a salt and dirt encrusted from wear and really ought to be retired – Carol says pitch ’em, but where am I going to get another Alaska hat or that wonderful eagle hat in the front row. Back in the bin, but the bin stays in Rochester and a select few will come along 8 or 10 anyhow and one of those will be 
That’s Yiddish for Grandfather

In Japan, just when I had given up on finding a great hat, I found this beauty.

Now I had to go into the closet and see what was lurking there. I found four bins of assorted hats and this wonderful Baileys western hat:

and these hats with brims

 and these mostly winter caps. Those two hats in the top left that say Lester Lanin are from a birthday party my Dad threw for my mother. She wanted a big band and Dad hired this group from NYC a part of the Lester Lanin Orchestra. The hats were party favors. Just next to them is the Pink Cap my Dad wore when driving his white BMW convertible. I wear it now on special occasions.

and finally some baseball caps, many collected in our travels.

I have not bothered to count all these hats. If you want to do that, note that the hats I pictured on my head are included in the group pictures. 
I must admit I am slowing down on purchases recently. the only hat from our Africa trip is in the picture immediately above with the Zimbabwe flag colors and bright red sides on the bill. Oh and “B” is not Boston, or Buffalo it is from my 50th Reunion at Brown University, two behind it is another reunion hat. Dare I say 25? Many of these hats bring back memories from many years ago and I expect they will be in the apartment or some deep storage for years to come. 
On the news side: Carol and I made a trip to Colton RV on Wednesday Octber 26, to see how work is coming along. Everything has been trued up and the major parts are there to be installed. With any luck and continued persistent effort by Jesse we should be able to move back in by the 15th. The crew at Colton have been wonderful and if any RVers reading this are in the northeast needing bodywork I have no hesitation recommending a conversation with John the body shop manager.

Here are some Large Cats and others

We started out with leopards on our first game drive. In the attached album the first 8 pictures are from that drive. We met the leopard crossing the road between our safari car and another from the lodge. When he went into bush we turned off the road and followed him through the brush until he turned down a gully where we couldn’t go. I say “he” because the guides identified him as the dominant male in the territory. The next 5 pictures are of the same male on another day when he has invaded the territory of a female guarding cubs. There was a lot of hissing and growling until he was run off. The rest of the pictures were taken over a period of 30 minutes or more of a single young male who changed position and “posed” for us in the sun. There are several pictures with his face in shadow and then it seems as if he realized we were not getting the shots we wanted and he moved into the sun. then he posed sitting up on another part of the same tree. We drove around to get pictures from the front.Leopard Pictures

The lions were being lazy and we only had one good chance to photograph them. Lions The pictures are not my favorites, but some people really want to see lions.

I know hyenas are not everyone’s favorites. They are actually classed among the Ugly Five. We came across a youngster in the den – obviously our driver and tracker knew about this den – and after creeping the safari car through the brush we got some pictures of it and then the rest of the pack came in to give us these pictures: Hyenas

Each days late drive ended with sun downers. They had selected sites for gorgeous sunsets and we would pull in and have drinks while the sun set as we prepared for a night time game drive back to the lodge. So here are some of my favorite Sunset pictures.

There will be more pictures to follow. Please understand these are lightly edited and mostly as the camera caught them.

We are still having a busy social life in Rochester and also some community involvement as well. Latest reports are that a November 15 departure is not beyond reason. We shall see.

A Bit about our time in Rochester

I am still working on pictures and stories from our Africa trip, but life goes on in Rochester as well. We have watched a couple of interesting old movies. After touring Grand Canyon and other National Parks we are well aware of the Fred Harvey Company now Xanterra which provides accommodations and food in the parks. The Harvey Company’s hotels  were built at the depot of the train serving the parks and they were noted for the caliber of wait staff and food they provided. A movie, “The Harvey Girls” was made in 1946. Somehow we had never seen it. It is a wonderful musical and among the songs that Judy Garland and others sang is “On the The Atcheson Topeka and the Sante Fe” There is also a wonderful tap dance number with Ray Bolger. We really enjoyed it and would recommend it to anyone who appreciated the old musicals. While I was cruising the shelves in the library I saw “Oklahoma!” and decided we needed to watch some more cliches. But they aren’t really cliche because this is the source.

We have had dinner out with many friends and dinner in with others. Our lunch times and even breakfasts are filled with social events and some business things too. As comfortable as we are in our apartment and gathering with our friends here, I am beginning to experience “itchy wheel syndrome”. I miss our life on the road and the delights of wandering across the US with very little plan. We have a thought schedule, sort of like a thought experiment in physics. Carol has planned to go to  a Jewish Community Women’s event on November 1 and, assuming the coach is ready for us we should be rolling no later then November 15. Following a visit to our Charlottesville family we will move on west, trying to stay in the 70 degree zone or at least well south of the snow line as we move. There are many people we hope to visit as we make the crossing.

For those who wonder where we will venture next as we try to visit all the parts of the globe we have signed up for “The Stans of Central Asia Turkmenistan and Uzbekistan plus Kyrgyzstan & Kazakhstan” This trip doesn’t leave until mid May so we have plenty of time to make other trouble for ourselves between now and then 🙂

Oh dear, way too much time has past since this was written and I still haven’t gotten around to posting. Rosh HaShana and Yom Kippur have come and gone. this computer has suffered a major hard drive crash and I have been restoring all my software – no data loss thanks to double backups. So I will post this without further editing.

African Birds

I have been trying to figure how to display the pictures we took and the experiences we had. I will start posting some category albums for those who like to browse through other people’s travel photos. I am starting with 166 pictures of African Birds. It may seem random, but they are in date order and are selected from many more, most of which went into the bit bucket.

In a day or so I will post Cats.

The Link to African Birds  This link will open a new window.

Cape Town

With a farewell dinner in Vic Falls the grand group of 16 travelers prepared to go our separate ways. Nine of us to continue on to Cape Town and seven to travel on on their own or to return home. We flew together, one last time, to Johannesburg where the Cape Town gang caught a domestic flight to our last stop on the trip. The return to city life was a bit jarring. No more worry about animals wandering through the camp and no more bush toilets readily available behind a bush. Some even had brought along city clothes. Our hotel, The Inn on the Square is indeed on the central square which houses a daily market of vendors selling the usual trinkets found in every vendors market we had passed throughout the trip. With only one more packing for travel ahead of us some used the opportunity to make purchases. The hotel is very nice and the staff is very helpful, if you are waiting for a “but” here it is. The bathrooms are the smallest we have ever tried to enter. Actually they are less spacious then on our motorhome and made even more difficult by having full size doors that swing in. I had to wedge myself between the toilet and the shower to open or close the door and I needed to close the door because there was no place for me if the door is open.

Enough about minutia. Post Mandela Cape Town is a great mix of contrasts. The people are still grouped into White (European) Black (African) and Colored (sort of everyone else). These categories are not pejorative nor do they speak of apartheid. Rather they are how the people refer to themselves and by choice where they choose to live. The city itself seems to be well integrated. It is in the Townships that the separation is apparent. Townships are a remnant of the old ways. They are “walled off” by expressways and rail lines and internally they are divided into sections depending on when they were built. The outer rings are terrible looking galvanized metal shacks and passing through sections of adobe shacks of two or three rooms eventually we saw newer sections whjere middle income people live and raise their families. We had a home hosted dinner in a private home in a Colored Township. We had a lovely meal and a lot of interesting conversation. We found here as elsewhere a great curiosity about the current election in the US.

The counterpoint to our day in the townships was a tour by five of us to the Stellenbosch Wine District. This is an Africaans area that has been producing wine for some time. We stopped at two wineries for tastings, the second included cheese pairing. The wines were very nice, but nothing I am rushing to buy. Lunch was on our own in Stellenbosch and we agreed on a student populated restaurant with tables on the sidewalk. This is probably as good a place as any to mention money. The Rand had dropped in value before our arrival and a US $ bought 14.2x R while we were there. Menu items ran from 70 to 90 R. The first time I bought dinner on our own in the hotel it came to $18 for the two of us. It was a nice meal with wine!

We did see the obligatory sites including the the Cape of Good Hope:

Yes, that is actually us in  a picture together!
And we went to the gardens where Protea grow in profusion:

This too is a Protea, it is a Silver Leaf
And we saw penguins:

The light house at the Cape of Good Hope – this one has not been used in many years as it is high enough to be fogged in much of the time:
and Table Top looked like this much of the time we were there:
Three of our party made it up the cable car the morning of our departure day.
We caught a glimpse of the Jewish Community and were told about the wonderful galleries that we never had time to get to. 
Eventually we had to board a plane and say goodbye for now to our new friends:
As we tour the US in GeeWhiz, our motorhome, we look forward to calling on those whose paths we cross. 

Okavango to Hwange and beyond

The dip in the pool did not happen. When I got there it was off and the sediment in the bottom was unappetizing. The next day I learned they only ran it in the morning. So much for a dip in a small pool.
We set out for two cruises on boats on the Kafue and Lufupa rivers. We saw many birds along the water’s edge on the first cruise. That cruise was cut short while we heading back when a member of our group passed out. Fortunately another member who was on the boat is a nurse anesthetist.
She jumped in and got everything under control while we headed for camp. The good news is the incident was a passing thing, from heat, dehydration aggravating a known issue. Everyone is well and attending all events. Our second cruise was cut short for some of us when word of a lion on the camp road was passed and most of us agreed that chasing a lion seemed more interesting then drifting around looking at birds, crocodiles and hippos. Contrary to our guide, BK’s, promise the lion did not wait for us along the road and we never did see one in Lafupa Camp, or any other cat in the Kafue Reserve.
By a variety of buses and safari cars we made our way over the border from Zambia to Zimbabwe walking over the “historic” Victoria Falls Bridge. It is not only historic but also old and does not seem likely to last much longer without significant upgrades. Only one truck at a time is allowed over it and it sways badly when they cross. At the center, right on the Zambia/Zimbabwe border is a bungee jumping platform. It may be the only place where you can swing between two countries while bungee jumping. No one in our group thought this was a good idea. We completed our walk across the bridge to rejoin our Zimbabwean bus for the ride to Hwange National Park and Kashawe Tent Camp. The tent accommodation is lovely. It is set in the park so there are no fences and animals are free to roam. I awoke this morning to a herd of Bushbucks grazing just feet from our front porch. Our game drives have been interesting but with no cat sightings.
We saw lots of elephants. This park was once home to 1 or 2 thousand elephants. Today on any given day the elephant population ranges up to 48,000. There is a major source of water at watering holes and it is safe from hunters. Along the Zambezi River which is the border between Zambia and Zimbabwe, hunting is permitted. Apparently the elephants have figured out that they are safe in the park. The result is utter devastation to the trees and plant life in the park. Vast acreage has been denuded and with continuing drought it is unclear how the elephants and other herbivores will survive long term. As the elephants range out to find food they will ultimately start eating the farmers fields and the conflict will be serious for both sides. We have seen the devastation elephants can cause in other parks as well. They are deforesters and reforesters wherever they live, but when they are in overpopulated areas there is not enough time for the reforestation to happen.

As if this is not enough environmental devastation the road from Victoria Falls to the park passes through the Hwange Coal Mine. It literally runs around the rim of the open pit mine. Huge Chinese built earth movers are ripping the coal from the earth and transporting it to a major electrical generating plant. Driving though leaves one coated with coal dust. The terrain looks like the outtakes from a bad SciFi movie.
As I write we have one more High Tea and one more game drive planned before we move on to Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe for the last two nights of the base Ultimate Africa trip. We will then move on to Cape Town.
In Victoria Falls Airport departing for Cape Town:
We were so active in Victoria Falls that I never got to write or post. Still uploading pictures too.
During our first day tour we stopped at Rainbow Restaurant for lunch before walking out to view the falls. We had several up close and personal adventures with Vervet Monkeys that considered any food left unattended (turn your head away) as theirs. Bared teeth from a disappointed Vervet are not my favorite view of monkeys.
Resuming writing in Rochester: For all our friends who have spent hours at Niagara Falls these are even wider and at low water seem to pass as much water as Niagara at peak daytime flow. I cannot begin to imagine them at high water. We made it back from the walk to Danger Point in time to get the bus back to the hotel so we could prepare for our dinner cruise on the Zambezi above the falls. We wrapped up our time in Zimbabwe with one last game drive to see Black Rhino. These are more scarce than the White Rhino and are only living on protected game reserves as their horns are worth as much as $2,000,000 in illegal world trade. We found the alfa male patrolling around the site where his 4 year old son in penned in a boomah for his protection. Papa won’t permit ANY male to survive in his territory and has already killed a five year old son.

I’ll post this now so I can continue to organize pictures and write about Cape Town, a city we both would love to return to on our own to explore in a more leisurely mode. 

An Interim Post – no pics yet

A long catchup post:
As promised there has been no connectivity since the last post. There was WiFi at the local airport but as soon as we all tried to use it, it slowed to a creep. Some of you may have seen a brief FaceBook post. That was it.
After three nights at Baobab Camp in Chobe National Park (well next to it) we took three planes to transport 17 of us to Banoka Camp in the Okavango Delta. To date we have seen most every large animal and many birds found in this part of the world. The only “major” mammal we have yet to see is a Cheetah. Carol and I have seen Cheetah in Tanzania four years ago . Also we have yet to see a Black Rhino.
In Chobe we learned, or maybe relearned, the meaning of an “African Massage”. The entry road had us rocking side to side with the occasional up and down motion just to keep us alert. It was more like riding a bucking bronco than being in a 4 wheeled vehicle. This long road took us to the Chobe River which forms a border with Namibia. Once along the river sightings of animals increased substantially. We never did see any of the cats in Chobe, not for want of looking, but we did watch a pack of Wild Dogs size up herd of Cape Buffalo looking for a young, or old or weak member to take down. Confronted with more than a few horned heads of large buffalo, they decided to look elsewhere for breakfast. That was the major predator we saw in our six game drives in Chobe. I will not provide the entire birding list we saw. My favorites start with the Lilac Breasted Roller the Goliath Heron, and the Open Bill Stork. Oh how could I leave out the Saddle Billed Stork and the various colored Horn Bills.
The cabins were very pleasant, set in an open campus so we required escort to and from when it was dark. The animals do wander through. They are canvas walled require mosquito netting which is provided as is a mosquito repellant. The food was served in the main lodge with open walls so as the temperature dropped it got chilly. The last night dinner was served in a bomah (corrected spelling), a circular corral with high walls. We ate local foods in a local manner, no utensils, and were well entertained by the staff.
Note for anyone contemplating such a trip. Early morning game drives depart with sunrise, 6 AM in these parts at this time of year. It is Chilly! Driving in an open safari vehicle is cold. We all have multiple layers and gloves and warm hats. By 9 AM most of the outer layers are stowed and by 10:30 we are stripping down to shorts and tee shirts. By 2 PM it is HOT. As I am wrigint this it is 6 PM and I am in shorts and a T shirt but others will be donning long pants and shorts for the dinner hour.
Banok Lodge in Okavango offers tents with full baths and two vessel sinks for our comfort. Power is solar with generator backup and water is plentiful. The tents all face onto a plain that is normally under water and the river is beyond. The area is well populated by mammals, large and small. Our second night our escort to our cabin was delayed while a Hippo decided to move out off the path and away from the paths to our tents. These tents are on sturdy platforms 4 or more feet elevated and have plenty of room for the king sized bed and desk that I am writing at. As we settled down for the night the sounds from outside got louder and it became apparent that more than one animal was disturbing the neighborhood. There was no way to seek help if help could be found. It was clear that leaving the tent was foolhardy and sounding the alarm would only draw staff into danger and not make us any safer. We waited and eventually we fell asleep. In the morning we found fresh elephant dung infront of the tenet next ours and fresh elephant and hippo track around both tents. The calls of lions and elephants were reported by everybody on our side of the lodge. It was a very exciting night! And most of us still got a reasonable amount of sleep.
In the morning we had two highlights beyond game drives. First we had a “back of the house” tour of the facilities that make this lodge work. For 16 of us plus another party of 4 the staff total is about 30 to provide housekeeping, food, maintenance and guide services. Most of these workers come from surrounding communities which own the land the lodge has been built on. After the tour we went on a boat ride on boats poled from the back. They can not use the dugouts for tourism because the number required would e require too many trees be destroyed. They make them out of fiberglass and they are also much lighter than wood.
What remains in Banoka for us is High Tea with explanation of the geology of Okavango Delta followed by a final game drive here and dinner. Transport to Kufue in Zambia sounds complex using buses, boats, and at least two flights in small aircraft. I get tired thinking about it.
Tourism is big business for this region of Botswana. They claim it is the number two industry in the country after diamond mining and just ahead of agriculture.
Okavango to Kafue River was as complex as it could be. Our safari jeeps took us to the airstrip where we flew back to Kasane Airfield. A bus took us from there to the boarder with Zambia where we dismounted from the bus to pass through exit passport control and then back on the bus to the landing at the Zambezi River to cross into Zambia by small boat. The wait to cross on a ferry is 2 to 4 weeks! After crossing the river we boarded a new bus to drive first to Immigration/Passport Control for Zambia then back on the bus to Livingston (not Texas) where after a stop in the market we continued on to the Airport for another flight to Kufue airstrip where Toyota Safari Cars picked us up for the short jaunt to the Fukupa Tent Camp on the Kafue River.
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We are closer to the equator and closer to summer, it is very hot mid day. The Tsetse Flies are active in the heat of the day so we are not. Our drivers pick up dry elephant dung and put it in a can on the front of the truck and ignite it. The smoke seems to drive off the insects. It might drive off some people too, but not me. The absence on insects makes up for the stinging eyes and smell that some consider offensive. The flying ash on the other hand was a bit much. When I get to post this I hope to post pictures as well. Our tent is good sized With a sort of all in one design. There are curtains to separate the toilet area and the shower. The walls are screens with offer almost no privacy from curious monkeys and passing elephants and hippos. These can be covered with curtains at night so we can only hear the neighbors but can neither see nor be seen. One traveler stepped off his front port yesterday and started a crocodile into jumping into the river. This is a fine lesson to stay in areas we are told are “safe”. Between us and the next tent there are two hippo highways, paths that are very clear headed toward the river. On our way to the tent after lunch we startled a bushbuck into running away.

I’m going to take a break from this soon and go for a dip in the pool. At the last camp the pool was closed and empty. They had made a design error and elephants were able to stand just off the narrow deck and help themselves to the pool water. This was too close to the deck for everyone’s comfort.

The Big Five

In African big game hunting the five most dangerous and difficult animals to hunt are are Cape Buffalo, Elephant, Rhinoceros, Lion and Leopard. For the photo safari enthusiast these are also the favorites to look for. If you are in African wildlife reserves it is reasonably easy to see the herbivores. Lions are also plentiful and relatively lazy so they can be seen resting or on the move. In our, albeit limit, experience the Leopard may be the most difficult to get a sighting of. Four years ago in Tanzania the only sighting we had of a leopard was sleeping in a tree way off on the distance with its kill.

In our game drives at Thornybush Reserve we saw all of the big five in our first two game drives. The picture of the Leopard I posted a couple of days ago was taken in the first couple of hours of our first drive. In the course of six game drives we have had the great joy to see all of these animals repeatedly. This morning during our game drive shortened to 2 hours to get us to our plane later in the morning, we first went looking for lions which we had heard calling during our wake up calls. Eventually we saw this lioness moving steadily through the brush

She crossed the road right in front of our truck

 and paused before resuming her trek to catch up with her pride.

As the lioness continued into the brush we relinquished our position in the viewing group (no more than two trucks at a time) and set out in search of leopards to cap the drive. First Dan and John (Ranger/Drive and Tracker) found markings of a leopard dragging a kill. Leaving us on the truck they set off to locate the animal and see if we could get into position in the truck. Eventually they returned and told us they had indeed located it, but there was no way to get the truck in position and without a rifle they could not lead us in on foot. They then heard reports of leopards being heard calling and determined they would chase down the lead. What we found was a female attempting to drive off a male from the den where her cubs were. There was plenty of noise and although we saw both cats, this was the only useful picture I could get.

The Waterside Lodge in Thornybush is an amazing place, made that way in large measure by wonderful staff, lead by Liam and his wife, dedicated to making the experience wonderful. The food was excellent, the accommodations superb and the sense of being in Africa was enhanced by a relatively open campus with all kinds of animals drifting through. On our first night, as I may have mentioned, we had to detour around a Hippo while walking from the dining area to our cabin. Each night the dinner was set in a different area of the grounds. The last night was in a Booma, a round area surrounded by upright stakes to keep out animals, wind other people with a sand floor. The barbecue was great and we had a fine time. I would recommend that anyone planning a trip to the Kruger area of South Africa ought to consider Waterside Lodge in Thornybush as a must stop. If you can only take three days for Safari this is the place. Our tracking team were wonderful and they poured a mean Gin and Tonic in the bush during the Sun Downers (not the kind we experience with people with dementia).
We are at an airport hotel near Johannesburg and the connection is good so far. Tomorrow Botswana.