"I'm going to speak my mind because I have nothing to lose."--S.I. Hayakawa
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Monday, July 9, 2018

The Africa Journals of 2018, Ch. 2: Skukuza and Kirkman's Kamp



When James Stevenson-Hamilton, “a bachelor, a man of means, and a professional solider”, was appointed to the new and unheard-of position as the first warden of Sabi Nature Reserve in 1902, his orders from the also new Commissioner of Native Affairs were to “make himself generally disagreeable” and to eliminate poaching.

Stevenson-Hamilton obtained a map, a wagon, oxen, supplies, and ammunition and went into a land described as a “white man’s grave” in the wild, malaria-ridden bushveld of eastern South Africa.   Wildlife conservation at that time was a very controversial idea and debated heatedly in the South African parliament..

He accomplished his first order by immediately banning hunting within the reserve area, reportedly saying that if he could subsist on tinned meat rather than killing the nearest impala, so could the white men and natives who lived there.









 
A pastry for an on-board snack.

 
Then he ordered the native Tsonga's kraals (corrals or fences built of thorny brush for protection from predators) to be relocated out of the reserve.   And thus changed the native’s way of life forever.

Understandably, the Tsonga were not happy.   Stevenson-Hamilton was soon called by the Zulu word skukuza, which means “he who turned everything upside down,” or, in another interpretation, “the man who swept clean.”

Stevenson-Hamilton eventually gained the trust and friendship of the locals.   He remained past his two-year contract and became known as a dedicated conservationist of wildlife.  His efforts in having the Sabi reserve area designated a national park eventually resulted in the Kruger National Park being formed, and in 1927 the park received its first tourists.


Today, four more tourists, armed with multiple cameras and long lenses, land at Skukuza Airport, named after Stevenson-Hamilton, bound not for the 7500 square mile Kruger Park, but for Kirkman’s Kamp in the adjacent Sabi Sands Game Reserve.






 





Inside the small, cozy terminal.


After deplaning, we are met by Matt, who will be our ranger/guide for the next four days.  We load up in a safari vehicle and drive along a fence.   It isn’t the Kruger or the Sabi Sands areas that are fenced, but the Skukuza airport.  That makes for less perilous landings with no Cape buffalo or elephants on the 5000-foot runway.

Matt pulls up to the main lodge and we are transported back to the 1920s when Harry Kirkman homesteaded this area.  Artifacts and photos of the era abound inside various structures, with many containing original furniture from the same era.




Even the sign is historic, the framework being made from track rails of the defunct railroad that ran through this area.





Small gift shop at right.   In front of it is where we were met after every drive with wet towels for wiping off the dust.




More of the main lodge.
Marg and Holly at our welcoming talk.





The place is undeniably charming.   Though I suspect it was once a hunting lodge, it now hosts tourists and photographers in its 18 rooms, two rooms per bungalow.  Because it is unfenced and wild animals frequently wander through, we are confined to our quarters during hours of darkness.

“Wave a flashlight (provided) out the door and a security guard will come to escort you.”  

Holly and I adhere to this advice rigidly, unless we are slipping into Marg’s adjoining room in our cottage.   As we never see Laura from the next bungalow after dark, except at dinner, I guess she also obeys the dictum.

The only time we encountered trouble was during the daylight afternoon, in between safaris.   But, I digress and will save that story for another time.  Soon, I promise.

Holly and I share room 9, Marg 10, and Holly 11.  After we get somewhat settled and have lunch, I grab my camera and wander the grounds.













 
Holly and I make it a practice to take photos of our rooms before we mess it up.




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Booze and soft drinks in the refrigerator below are all included.










This is how my laundry came back--cost all included.



The next safari will be mid-afternoon, after the heat of day begins to subside.   For photographers, it’s also the time when the harsh light begins to mellow.



Our bungalows were situated on a ridge overlooking the Sand River, where I spotted this Cape buffalo taking a mid-day rest.









Location of Kirkman's Kamp, adjacent to Kruger National Park.



More photos from Kirkman's Kamp:

I am gobsmacked.   All these birds are possible sightings:










Oh, yeah.   And these mammals. 




 



The outdoor dining pavilion.







Lunch was sumptuous affair, though for us, we opted to skip lunch after this one.   Why?   Because we arrived in camp for breakfast at 10 A.M., and lunch was at 1 P.M.   We did quite well on two meals a day, plus the snacks provided early morning and late afternoon.





















Johannesburg to Skukuza


Saturday, July 7, 2018

The 2018 Africa Journals, Ch. 1: The Adventure Begins--Back to Africa




“Leave Alaska during the summer?!!!”   I exclaimed when my friend Marg suggested I accompany her to South Africa in June of 2018.

I can’t do that.  Alaska’s summer are short enough and missing a whole month would mean missing a third of our summer.

Besides, what would happen to the highway if I weren’t around to pick up litter?  All my prior efforts would be for naught and I’d have to start all over.

And, what about the heat?    Could I take that kind of heat?   After all, when the temperatures here in Moose Pass reach the high 70s (God forbid the 80s!), I hide in the house.   Africa???   In summer?   No way.

She added Kenya to the itinerary.   Specifically, the northern Maasai Mara.  She also mentioned Zimanga Private Game Reserve in South Africa.   “Birds,” she said.   “Birds from a hide.   Lots of birds.”


But, Africa....



I needed some wise advice, so I did what I always do when confronted with a dilemma.   I went to my collection of refrigerator magnet philosophical quotes.   One, in particular, has never failed me.  

“Ever notice,” Marilyn Monroe is purported to have said, “that ‘what the hell’ is always the right decision?”   






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The spring of 2018 in Moose Pass and most of Southcentral Alaska was awful.  Caught in a series of low pressure systems, cold and windy was the daily description.   The spring vegetation was at least two weeks behind normal.  

So, when June 3rd arrived, it wasn’t hard at all to board an Alaska Airlines jet for Seattle, where I connected with a direct flight to Frankfurt, Germany, on Condor Airlines.   At the very least, I’d have one month of summer weather in Africa, I reasoned.   My Alaska Airlines mileage account, however, was entirely depleted to get a ticket.



i saw many of these car suit7cases on the trip, but none as cool as this one in the Anchorage airport.





Leaving Anchorage




Heading up Turnagain Arm, first explored by Capt. James Cook, who sent his boat captain, William Bligh, to see if this body of water might be the fabled Northwest Passage.    It wasn't, so they "turned again.  Bligh would go on to notoriety as captain of the HMS Bounty, and  Fletcher Christian's mutiny.





Passing the small communities of Indian and Bird Creek along the arm.

Just past the ski resort town of Girdwood.   From there, we entered the clouds or I night have caught a glimpse of my home.


I love these seat back TV screens that show the progress of the flight.


Why, yes, it is in  German.   Condor is based in Germany.



Dinner on Condor.   Pasta, cole slaw, a rich dark bread, mousse, cheese and crackers.   Typical airline food.


All went smoothly and the next afternoon I arrived in Frankfurt, where I stayed overnight.

Early the next morning, I boarded a KLM plane for Amsterdam, where I  met Marg and Holly, who arrived from Canada.   




Ever get home from a trip and wonder where you were when you took a certain photo?   If these are tulips, this must be Amsterdam.




Ditto.   If this is cheese, this must be Amsterdam.


 From there it was a long direct flight to Johannesburg, South Africa.  We were met by a representative from And Beyond travel company and escorted to City Lodge, a very reasonably-priced hotel attached to the air terminal.






Dinner on KLM, steerage class.    Chicken, rice, green beans, a veggie salad, another mousse-type dessert, and cheese and crackers.   So-so, typical airline food.


My very nice room at City Lodge in the Johannesburg air terminal.   For a little over $100, I got a single room with a fabulous breakfast and the convenience of not having to brave Johannesburg traffic looking for an off-site hotel late at night.   Well worth it!




The next morning, we will negotiate the massive Johannesburg airport to a gate where our flight on South African Airlink would take us to Skukuza Airport in the Sabi Sands area of Kruger National Park.

 But first, breakfast in the large open dining area of City Lodge.



Marg making a selection from the fabulous City Lodge included breakfast buffet.



As we lingered over tea and coffee, Marg looked up and said, “JANE GOODALL!” 

Actually, she whispered it, but in awe with lots of exclamation points.   We all looked in that direction and there she was in living color, obviously looking for someone as she tugged a small rolling suitcase behind her.

By the time I got my little camera turned on, she’d disappeared behind a pillar, never to be seen again.





Can you tell I was star struck?   Hurry, hurry, shake shake.   The pillar that swallowed up Jane Goodall and I tried to sneak a photo.

Jane Goodall!   What an auspicious beginning for our adventure.





Monday, June 18, 2018

On Safari in Africa

I have had little time to look at my photos, much lessedit them so they can be posted here.

I am now in Nairobi, Kenya, after two weeks in bush camps in South Africa.  In an hour we will fly to the Maasai Mara North Conservancy for five days in tented camps.

In the meantime, here are a few photos.