"I'm going to speak my mind because I have nothing to lose."--S.I. Hayakawa
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Thursday, August 30, 2018

Don't Give Up

Hang in there.   Don't stop looking for new posts.  

I was called out of town suddenly and as soon as I get caught up on some chores aro

und the homestead, I'll be back with a post showing you why and what.


Thursday, August 16, 2018

The 2018 Africa Journals, Ch:11: On a Hilltop Far Away, Six Lions Sleep in J. Paul Getty's Front Yard


On a hilltop in eastern South Africa, the J. Paul Getty family home commands a stunning view of Phinda Private Game Reserve.   Although occupied only occasionally, Ranger Amy assures me the Getty family loves this area.





Downhill from the house, and on the opposite side of an almost invisible wire fence, six lions are zonked out in a shallow depression.  Then, three Toyota Land Cruisers show up, loaded with tourists on their late afternoon safari.




 





“Mom, they’re here again,” says one of the four subadult lions.








“Yes, son.   I smelled them a while ago.   Be quiet and pretend you’re still asleep.   They’ll get bored and go away.”









A few minutes later, another subadult says, “They aren’t going away, Mom.   And that one is pointing things at me.”

“Oh, shoot, pardon the pun.   They’re photographers.   They won’t go away until they get their shots.  We could be stuck here all night unless we do something.   All right, a couple of you yawn for them.”














“I’m hungry, Mom.   Can I eat one of them?”









“Heavens, no!   That would break all the park rules.   Besides, they’re tough and taste like rubber.”

The other adult lioness says, “It’s time for another hunting lesson.  We’re going to have to do something to get rid of these tourists.”

 
“I suppose.   Okay, let’s go over to the tree and do some lion things.   Then spread out into the bushes.   Maybe we can lose them.   It’ll be dark soon and we can get on with business.   We’ll meet up where we got that last wildebeest and try for another.”


“Mmmmm, wildebeest.   I can taste it now.   Let’s run.”

“Son, have you listened to one word I’ve said.”

“Just kidding, Mom.  ‘If you spend all your energy running now, you won’t have any left to catch your dinner.’  See, I was listening.”








One by one the lions rise, stretch, yawn, and walk over to a nearby tree.   They do lion things, like scratching and stretching.























Slowly, they melt into the bushes.











 




Across the valley, a herd of impala watches us.   Once they determine we are too far away to be a threat, they turn their attention to the real threatsix lions walking in their direction.


 







The lions ignore the impala.   Apparently, they have a larger meal on their minds.

Darkness comes quickly.   Soon, Amy is driving with headlights on, dodging bushes, trees, and boulders.   She is trying to stay ahead of the lions so we can shoot with them coming towards us.

It’s now pitch black, but Telusi seems to know exactly where the big cats are at every moment.   He places a red filter on the spotlights so the light won't hurt the lion's night vision.


















The words are in my head and I don’t know if I say them out loud. 

 Someone does, though, and soon Marg is suggesting to Amy that we not follow the lions any more.   “It’s too dark for decent photos.   They’re going to hunt.   Let’s not interfere.”

And we return to Zuka Lodge.






One of many nightjars we saw by spotlight at Phinda.   A medium-sized bird, the nightjar rests in open areas at night and watches above it for moths and other insects.









That's the Indian Ocean to the right of mainland South Africa..




Sunday, August 12, 2018

The 2018 Africa Jounrals, Ch. 11: Off to Phinda Private Game Reserve on a Wing and a Kerfuffle



Nothing like having a welcoming group when you land at an airport, and at Phinda Private Game Reserve, there was a group on both sides of the airstrip as we taxied to a stop.








On one side, the long necks of giraffes stuck up over the trees while impalas grazed underneath.   And on the other side, there were several safari vehicles, their drivers…..and Amy.   Amy would be our safari ranger/driver for the next few days.

Joyful, irrepressible Amy.  “We should adopt her,” I said to Marg.    Laura, with profound understatement, said, “I think we should ask for someone with more enthusiasm.”

Getting to Phinda (pronounced PIN-dah) was a bit of a kerfuffle.  Our charter flight was routed through Nelspruit and the Kruger Mpumalanga airport.   I love saying “Mpumalanga.”  On my first trip to Africa, the guide said the way to remember it was to say, “Mah-puma-longa-than-yours.”   Works every time.




Leaving Skukuza airpport in Kruger Park.



I believe the pilot's name was Jason.


And he had a woman co-pilot!



Anyway, plans changed.   I was wandering in body and mind while the others were paying attention, so I missed some of the reasons why we changed pilots and planes.   There was something about a family group bringing too much luggage so a change of planes was necessary.

We were escorted to a VIP lounge to wait for the plane.   


 
The VIP lounge at Mpumalonga airport terminal.




I wandered down the terminal concourse, saw a sign that read RESTROOM, and went in.   I was looking for the wonderfully painted sinks that I recalled from a prior visit.

 
Well, heck.   These sinks weren’t anywhere near as nice as I remembered them.   I glanced to the left and saw a line of urinals on the wall in an adjacent room.   Yep, I was in the men’s room.   Two store clerks were laughing when I exited the men’s room and I shook my head and smiled at them, acknowledging my faux pas.

When the larger plane arrived and we boarded, Marg, Laura, and I got on first.   Trust me, there was NO room for a beverage cart on this plane.  Getting to the front seats was possible only if no seats before that were occupied.




Our plane to Phinda.

The other group got on and took all the rear seats, making it impossible for Holly to move forward to the only remaining seat.   Twiggy at her skinniest could not have moved forward to an empty seat.

Finally, the most slender of the family group moved forward, grousing all the while.  “FINE!” she said.  “I’ll move.”

Well, anyway, we were welcomed at Phinda by Amy, the giraffes, and the impala.  Once our bags were loaded in the vehicle, we set out of the main road, which was corduroyed and bouncy.   So, Amy swung off the main road onto a track that was rutted and bumpy and we bounced our way to a hillside covered in candelabra trees.    


 
Amy driving on the main road and Holly is hanging on tightly.    Shortly after this,  Amy swung off the road onto a track and Holly held on with both hands.




The candelabra tree, Euphorbia ingens






From there, it was a short distance to Zuka Lodge, where we were introduced to Telusi, who would accompany us on safari drives, and Sade, the manager.















Because Zuka Lodge is not fenced for protection, we were confined to quarters after dark, unless we signaled with a flashlight for security, who turned out to be a woman!   She was armed with a flashlight and a radio.  

What can I say about Zuka Lodge?   There was a main lodge overlooking a water hole, and four stunning cottages, also overlooking the water.  Animals came and went at all hours, and it was best to check before you stumbled outside.




The main lodge.    Our bungalows were to the right.





All beverages included., both alcoholic and non-alcohlic.
Open bar.



This is not the main kitchen, but a convenience kitchen.








Sade, left, and Amy, right.



Part of the waterhole.   A warthog is lying in the dirt with her piggies on the right of the photo.   She did not care to have me wander into her domain and sent me back to the deck.



Holly and I were slated to share a cottage, but magic happened, and Sadi gave me the fourth cottage to myself.    With that, we had the whole place to ourselves!




On the way to my bungalow.

One of the bungalows.   They are larger than they appear in this photo.




























There’s something of a cultural difference in South Africa with showers.  There are no shower curtains and at Phinda and the next lodge on our itinerary, the shower walls were glass and looked out on the landscape.   At Zuka Lodge, the glass wall looked out on a rock privacy wall enclosing a small garden area, but at the next lodge, the shower looked out—floor to ceiling—on the world.





All glass shower walls.

The green tree in my shower stall garden is called a fever tree.



Right away we hustled to get ready for our first safari drive, which was later than usual because of the air kerfuffle.   Little did we know that we would wind up  in J. Paul Getty’s front yard with six lions.







Laura's bungalow.   Mine is beyond it, out of sight.




Breakfast at the main lodge.