The green desert

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We drove up to Augrabies the first night and enjoyed the sunset over the falls with friendly colourful lizards before being descended upon by mosquitos.

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From there we drove to the park, entering at Twee Rivieren and driving across to Mata Mata after lunch and ice cream. Along the way we saw kori bustards, a secretary bird, springbok, gnus and hartebeest. We rounded a corner and saw a cheetah lying in a stalking pose on the road. A BMW sped from the other direction and braked just in front of her, ceasing the hunt. She lay back in the shade and shortly afterwards two cubs came out of the scrub to sit with her. The gemsbok herd took offence once they could see her and stormed forwards in a menacing way. The three cheetahs kept their ground, unfazed.

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At Mata Mata we went on a sunset drive. The guide showed us southern white faced owls and pygmy falcons which are apparently tenants in a sociable weaver’s nest. We saw lions mating in torchlight (they do this approximately every 15 minutes for two or three days when mating). They looked exhausted! On the way back from the drive we saw them at it again. We also saw a cape fox, bat eared foxes and spring hares. In the dark we saw a puff adder heading down the sandy road, very active at night much to my horror.

On one of our drives Dan and I even spotted a Verreaux eagle owl in a tree, like an old lady with pink eyeshadow.

Dan managed to go running four times, once with company, mostly in the midday sun after a morning game drive and on fence patrol. I heard one lady exclaim “Daardie ou is mal!”

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In Nossob camp the first night we were rudely woken from slumber by a lion’s roar, which I was convinced was directly outside our tent. Dan assured me that he was still outside the fence. He and another male lion stalked the fence roaring as they walked around. The following night he was back just after dinner and we stood 10 meters away from him on the other side of a pretty low fence. He ignored us, looking for prey, stood up took one look at us (we backed away quickly and determinedly unlike some other slow campers) and then paced the fence line roaring as he re-entered the bush.

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The next morning we were second out the gate and found the two lions eating an adult gemsbok they had killed in the early hours. Their stomachs hung low and full and they struggled to get over the fallen tree they were eating under. Once they had eaten everything but the horns and ribs they headed into the shade and 20 or more jackals descended. The brown hyena that had been doing big circles ran off with the gemsbok’s tail.Hyena Jackal IMG_3147 IMG_3158

The unfenced Wilderness camp we stayed at called Grootkolk was magic. We arrived there after driving to Union’s end the meeting point of South Africa, Botswana and Namibia (Dan is pictured below in each of the countries). Our cabin (one of four) faced out on a watering hole with a lioness sleeping under a tree. We spent the afternoon and evening on the porch while Dan cooked in the outdoor kitchen and all sorts of birds visited us, as well as a little Namaqua rock mouse and a couple of tree mice in the acacia. During a red sunset the clearly injured lioness limped over to the water hole, followed shortly afterwards by a huge male lion that we somehow hadn’t seen. They had a bit of a scuffle, which was quite impressive to see.IMG_3176 IMG_3185 IMG_3186 IMG_3187 IMG_3201IMG_3189 IMG_3190 IMG_3204 IMG_3206 IMG_3213 IMG_3215 IMG_3224 IMG_3231 IMG_3233IMG_3237IMG_3244

We booked by phoning 11 months before our trip. Autumn was definitely a fantastic time to go with green ‘lush’ Kgalagadi scenes and happy animals. The days were mild and warm and the nights not too cold. Grootkolk was definitely a great find and there are two other similar camps Kieliekrankie and Urikaruus. Getting a wild card also makes sense for the conservation fees (it’s much cheaper). We did over 3000 km of driving.

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Sibebe

A few weekends ago, I took a break from work and went walking with a few people I have been working with over the last couple of years in Swaziland. Sihle, Dennis, Thabo and I headed out from Sihle’s house to walk up Sibebe Mountain (Hill), just outside Mbabane. There are huge granite boulders strewn across the landscape, and one large one makes up the front of the mountain. We left very early to avoid the heat and got to the top just as the sun was poking out of the mist. It felt a lot like the Berg with short grass fields. We went up the main ‘peak’ and then decided to go up the other ‘peak’. It was quite a scramble through the rocks and bushes, but worth the view from the top. A little Swazi adventure.

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The pool at the guest house

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Thabo, Dennis, Sihle and her dog Barack

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Sibebe Mountain

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Grass flowers

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Botanical gardens

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Spot the lizard

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Times He Does Want to Talk

I recently read a list of 11 Times He Doesn’t Want to Talk, which made me laugh because some of them are so true. I thought I would write a list of times he does want to talk. Here it is.

1. When he has read something very interesting for instance about how they are sending people to mars on a one way mission and how he would like to go too.

2. When the topic is sport – pretty much any sport, football, cricket, rugby, running, formula 1, even golf!

3. When you have just settled down in a comfortable spot to read your book.

That’s about it really…

Published in: on February 19, 2015 at 7:10 am  Comments (3)  

España

At the end of June, Dan headed to Madrid for a intensive cosmology workshop on numerical simulations. I flew across three weeks later to join him for a much needed holiday. Dan met me at the Madrid airport and navigated us to our hotel in the Plaza de Isabel II in front of the Opera House. We then walked through Madrid in the heat and stumbled on a small market, outdoor cinema and bar. Madrid is a lovely city, filled with light and music. We went to the botanical gardens and caught up on all the things that are hard to describe on Skype. We hired bikes and rode through the Retiro Park, and went to art galleries, the Prado Museum and the huge sprawling flea market. There is a feeling being on holiday in a new city that is hard to capture in words, but which feels like magic. We walked and walked through all the streets getting lost and finding our way.

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Madrid

Outdoor cinema

Outdoor cinema

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Coffee break in Madrid

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Young dancers outside our hotel in the Plaza

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Chocolate and churros for breakfast

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At the botanical gardens

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Botanical gardens in Madrid

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An onion flower and bumble bee

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Palm forest in the botanical gardens

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Flowering vine

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Park Retiro

We then caught the train to Barcelona, and stayed in a small dusty place with once beautiful mosaic tiles and our own balcony. The heavy shutters caused the most amazing scene in the morning – they formed a pin hole camera, the first I have seen that actually worked, which projected the road scene with buses and cars driving across the ceiling.

In Barcelona we also walked a lot, up to the Olympic Stadium through the gardens and cascading fountains to the castle and took the cable car down to the sea. We hired bikes again, swam in the Mediterranean and drank beer on the sand. The sun was scorching hot in Park Guell, which in the last 7 years has become even more of a tourist trap – I think Gaudi might be horrified that the La Sagrada Familia is far from the sanctuary of peace he envisioned.

A highlight in Barcelona was the CosmoCaixa Science Museum which has a 1000 square metres of amazon rainforest complete with huge trees, piranhas, capybaras, arapaima fish, an anaconda and caymans. The other exhibits held our attention for hours! We also spent time at Montserrat Abbey in the mountains outside of Barcelona. We took the rack railway up to the top and then walked to the small chapel where the Black Madonna is said to have been hidden in the cave by St Peter for  protection.

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Barcelona

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Park Guell

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Montserrat Abbey

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Montserrat Abbey in the mountains

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Chapel at Montserrat where we ate lunch

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Montserrat

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Montserrat

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Postbox at Montserrat

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Barcelona

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Fountains

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Fountains

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View from Montjuic

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Cable car in Barcelona

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La Sagrada Familia, a work in progress

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Science Museum

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Science Museum in Barcelona

For my birthday we went to the whitewashed coastal town, Cadaqués. We swam in the flat azure Mediterranean and walked around the hot coastline. Dinner was delicious – french savoury and then sweet crepes with beer in the plaza (after another swim). The hotel we stayed in was very quirky. There was an original Picasso outside our room, and the manager looked a lot like Salvador Dali (whose strange house is nearby).

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Birthday swim at Cadaques

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Port Lligat

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Another swim

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Birthday beer

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Cadaques

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Cadaques

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Anahi

We traveled by bus to the french border, at Le Perthus (a truly horrible place) to start our hike in the Pyrenees. We walked up into forests of cork oaks, past a roman ruin and large fort which made up for the chaos of the town. Our bags were heavy, filled with several days worth of food, lots of chorizo, a tent, a stove, water and everything else we needed.

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Start of our hike

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Roman ruins

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Lookout

We camped on the top of a hill, without a view, in a lovely little meadow. The beer and chips we had carried up felt worth their weight as we sat for ‘sundowners’ – it stayed light till around 10pm.

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Cork oaks for delicious wine…

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Campsite reading

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Waiting for dinner

We walked through farmland the next day, and the most enormous pig. We ran out of water and managed to fill up at a French German farmer’s house with the three of us speaking in sign language. He told us it was going to rain so we didn’t need water, we insisted that we needed water and filled up with 10 litres. Sure enough it did start to rain after lunch as we walked through beautiful beech forests. The leaves on the ground were golden contrasting with the lime coloured new leaves on the trees.

We camped right on the French Spanish border in the beech trees. It took me ages to get warm again after walking for a few hours in the pouring rain. The next day we woke up to glorious sunshine, with jewels of raindrops on all the leaves. We had another long day ahead of us and headed down into the valley past a small abbey, before heading up and up again. We descended into another valley and stocked up on baguettes and beer before heading up to a little cork oak forest above the town of Arles-sur-Tech where we camped. We saw a few golden eagles calling and flying. The next day the abbey at Arles-sur-Tech was meant to have a yearly festival where water from a fourth century sarcophagus (which fills miraculously) is handed out because of its special powers.

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Break in the rain

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Over an old scree

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Beech forests

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Calm after the storm

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Morning light

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Beech trees

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After the rain

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After the storm

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Jewels on the tent

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Border of France and Spain

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That view

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We’re heading that way

We headed up some more into the real Pyrenees mountains the next day past an iron ore mine and old cable car system. We saw a blue green snake on the path, rather sluggish with his huge last meal showing in his neck. We filled up with water at the Refugio and climbed the last bit up to the top of the hill. From here the terrain became much more rugged sheer drops next to the path, pine trees, and lots of azalea flowers. We stopped at the foresters hut for the night and were entertained by a Slovakian guy and his French ‘friend’ who did not speak English or Slovakian. They had been walking together for a week or so, talking only with their hands and expressions. It was a mistake to stay inside the hut, despite how nice it seemed, as they both snored, there were mice and I got eaten alive by bed bugs.

The next day after walking for a few hours we reached a Refugio and who should we bump into but Andy and Marianne Forbes, they had literally just arrived to walk up the peak. We walked on and then started a rather brutal descent. Dan had to coax me down and feed me lots of sweets, and after a few hours it became less exposed and more forested and I could relax and enjoy it a lot more. We walked into the little town of Vernet-Les-Bains where we camped and went out for the most delicious beer and chips.

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Tunnel of trees

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Campsite in the cork oaks

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Looking towards the coast

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High in the trees

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Beautiful paths

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So green

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Foresters hut

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Traffic on the path

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Near where we met the Forbes

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Alpine trees

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Walking down through the trees

The next day we checked into a hotel as the French lady in the campsite next to us advised us that there was a huge storm about to hit the Pyrenees. The hotel was straight out of the 1960’s. We went to Villefranche de Conflent, a beautiful medieval looking walled town with a moat the next day and took le Petit Train Jaune (the little yellow train) up to Latour de Carol for a picnic. On the train there was the most classic grandfather who shouted like a ghoul every time we went through one of the many tunnels. By the end he had everyone shouting even his three small granddaughters.

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Vernet-Les-Bains

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The view

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The little yellow train

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Villefranche de Conflent

We took the train back to Madrid after some time in Vernet-Les-Bains and spent another day walking around Madrid and buying a few things before coming home to South Africa.

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Daniel’s First Comrades

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Training for the next Comrades has already begun in earnest, but here a post about this year’s Comrades (2014), Daniel’s first of many I’m sure (at least five I’m told) – ‘hard is what makes it great’.

Dan comes from a family of runners. When I first met him, he mentioned that he was going to do the Gun Run, and that he hadn’t trained much, I told him that I ran too and did half marathons – maybe we could run together? Later on I found out he had done 1:27 on not much training, I still haven’t gone under two hours.

After his PhD he decided his next project was Comrades, before he turned thirty. He started training a year before, building up to a three hour marathon, boot camp in Perth, then Two Oceans as a ‘training run’. We headed up to Pietermaritzburg to stay with our friends Carl and Kezia for the week before their wedding.

Dan woke up around 3am on Sunday the 1st of June, you could hear people getting ready for the start so we got up and got ready. He ate scrambled eggs on rye, with black Earl Grey tea, breakfast of champions. Carl, Kezia and I headed to the start with Dan in his black plastic bag and white gloves.

Comrades2014ProfileWe heard the start gun down the road and soon runners surged past us, moving like a river forcing up further and further up the pavement. I started to call out “DAN” thinking that I wouldn’t see him, but suddenly there he was, 88 kilometres to go!

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We drove on to Camperdown with the rest of the supporters, the first bunch came running past much too fast. It wasn’t long before Dan ran past, looking strong and smiling. He took his hot cross bun and ran on under the red sunrise.

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I drove on to Kloof to meet Tanya and Fynn. The vibe there was incredible with people cheering, braaiing, and dancing. Dan came through, looking a bit paler, but still smiling. Then I saw him again as he ran down the highway from Kloof. His cousin, Luke ran with him down the highway cheering him on, boosting his spirits. Dan’s quads cramped at 74km from all the downhill, allowing him to only run on the uphill and flat.

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I waited impatiently at the entrance to stadium, as people sprinted to get their medals after 89 kilometres! I got messages from Ashleigh and Bev to tell me they had seem him going through various points. Dan came into the stadium and with tears in my eyes I ran around the inside of the circuit shouting “Go Dan” like a lunatic. Our friend Laddie was there to hug him at the finish line. 8:07:28 for 89.2 kilometres, that’s 5.27 minutes a kilometre – the speed I do the 5km time trial! Danny the Champion of the World!

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Danny the champion of the world

Published in: on September 13, 2014 at 11:42 am  Comments (2)  

Honeymoon part two

We left Kosi Forest and met our transfer to Thonga Beach Lodge in an old cashew nut plantation. I think the driver was quite surprised when we helped him load the vehicle and didn’t complain when it started to pour with rain. We arrived to hot chocolate, stormy seas and apologies for the weather. Our honeymoon chalet had its own plunge pool surrounded by wild forest, overlooking the ocean, and there was more champagne waiting for us. We swam everyday in the sea, our plunge pool and the other two pools at the lodge. I was treated to massage, because we were on honeymoon. The food at Thonga was decadent and wonderful!

Every morning we woke up and went snorkelling in warm water in natural rock pools for two hours before breakfast seeing parrot fish, colourful nudibranchs, honeycomb electric rays with sea urchin spines sticking out of them, a moray eel, an octopus, angel and butterfly fish, chocolate dipped fish, nemos and lots of other things. The first day we went with a french girl and a guide in rough conditions although the visibility was really good. Swimming across a channel of exiting water made me a bit panicky, and in the days that followed we realised it really was rough in comparison to the calm days.

The highlight of staying at Thonga was seeing loggerheads laying in the daylight. It was quite magical being able to really see how huge they are and how kind they look. We were also treated to a special dinner out on the beach as another storm arrived. The warm wind whipped around us and we were served in candle light. The weather continued to be a bit wild when Dan and I went walking through the forest one afternoon and nearly missed afternoon tea. And then we had a funny sundowners at the inland lake with a swiss couple as a storm hit, we couldn’t see the sun but we drank champagne as a young hippo angrily struggled to keep his feet on the bottom of the lake, biting the waves.

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Leaving Thonga there was a bit of excitement as we drove over a newly born calf. Luckily we weren’t going very fast and the land cruiser had such good clearance, that after Dan told the driver what he had done, we reversed back and the calf was able to take his first shaky steps, unharmed!

We drove in on the back roads to our next destination, Mkuze Game Reserve, after stopping to stock up on food at Mbazwana Spar (along with everyone else at Mbazwana). We stayed in an unfenced chalet with a view for miles. Mkuze was lush and full of birds and baby animals. We spent lots of time at the recently done up hides, seeing lots of buck, rhinos, warthogs, giraffe and lots of birds and legavaans. We also saw wild dogs running next to the road. Patrick, a man of the bush, took us on a walk through the fig forest with his rifle, calling birds closer like the Narina Trogan. We saw lots of signs of elephant, but luckily didn’t run into them. We did however see a Pel’s Fishing Owl, a large ginger owl, that hadn’t been seen for quite some time. Patrick, with tears in his eyes, thanked us for bringing it back with our good luck. We went on a night drive with Patrick seeing a few creatures of the night, and finally finding out that the smell we kept coming across was from ants. After our visit to Mkuze, several lions were going to be released to have a party with the unsuspecting buck…

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We drove out of Mkuze through very very thick mud and drove to the battlefields. We stayed at Fugitive’s Drift Lodge, which was very much our style. The setting is quite breathtaking and it was a great place to spend Daniel’s birthday. The food here was also spectacular and we ate with the other guests at a grand old table in the main house. The lodge looks out over a deep gorge and has game reserve all around it. It was here that we heard that Mandela had passed away, and so we took some time to go walk up to a cliff with black eagles soaring around us. We also came across some giraffes just a few metres away.

We went to two historic places to hear the history of the battlefields. The first was Isandlwana, pocked with white stones wherever an English solider had fallen. The mighty Zulu army of the time had destroyed the English army due to a lack of cohesion among the English and an underestimation of their enemy. The way that the story was told was very dramatic and captivating to listen to, taking into account both sides’ experiences. The second place we visited on another day, was Rorke’s Drift where the British defeated the Zulu men attacking them, by fortifying the building they were in and strategically moving through it while shooting at the Zulu men. Eleven Victoria’s Crosses were awarded for bravery.

With a Zulu pot in my lap as a souvenir, we headed to the airport past the Nkandla intersection, which is newly tarred. Now sitting here writing this, almost 6 months later, I wish we could go back and do it all again, I wouldn’t change a thing.

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Honeymoon part one

The first part of our honeymoon, was a few nights at the Old Oak Manor, where we were the only guests. This is quite a quirky guesthouse, with antique soft linen, a beautiful plunge pool surrounded by roses and a restaurant next door which does delicious scrambled eggs with salmon – Cafe Felix. We spent our time there talking about the wedding and the weekend, and all the things that had happened and swimming. We ate at the one restaurant which was open, luckily it is a great one, and waved at the locals as if we belonged. Kloovenburg treated us to delicious wine tasting, and afterwards we went to Riebeek West and realised why we have never been there before. One lady told us “Riebeek Kasteel is empty in the week, you won’t find anyone here” and that suited us just fine.

We met mum, dad and uncle Graham at the airport for breakfast with me still unaware of where we were off to. They took our car and off we went to Durban. We drove up through green KZN to Manguzi, where Jerome our driver picked us up in an ancient Land Cruiser, well beaten up by ‘rural’ living. He took us through a network of roads with small subsistence farms on the road side, to the isolated Kosi Forest Lodge, in the tropical thunderstorm light. We were welcomed with champagne (as we would be along the way) and went for a swim overlooking the lake and hippos.

The room was beautiful, with a explorer feel, set in the trees with an outdoor bath and shower, built into the trees. The food was unbelievable, and featured strongly (we had four delicious meals a day). In the morning we were woken up by a chorus of forest birds and fluttering butterflies. We went swimming in the morning before heading out to explore the forest, river and estuaries. We saw a sunbird’s nest up close, a malachite kingfisher and legavaans. Our river guide made me necklace out of a waterlily and said I would be an African Queen while wearing it.

Dan had planned our honeymoon, so that we could see turtles laying eggs which is something I have always wanted to see. So we drove off across the landscape of hills and trees towards the sea. This was our sort of luxury which was luxurious and still real and African, with snake paths, scorpions and ax head cicadas. The Land Cruiser traversed the undulating hills brushing trees and scaring animals out for us to see. Jerome set out a picnic dinner on the sand dunes before dusk fell and our turtle searching began.

We walked a long way to see our first loggerhead turtle (we did actually see one that decided to turn back before laying). We walked to the Mozambique border and back and saw her about 500 meter from where we started. The wind was blowing and we weren’t allowed torches so walked hand in hand down the east coast beach searching. I thought the turtles would be much smaller than they actually are. The loggerhead we saw laying was a meter long. She doggedly dug her pit and began to lay, which was very special to see in the red torch light. A crew of BBC film makers arrived while she was busy and provided some entertainment, asking us for information about the turtle, the presenter was no Attenborough. Our guide was very good and knowledgeable, and was clear with the crew that everyone coming to view the turtles is the same, no one gets extra privileges. The tired loggerhead ambled back to the sea and it was quite something to think that her clutch will return to that very spot in 30 years time to lay the next generation. We headed back to our mosquito-netted luxury, seeing an owl flying on the way back.

The last survivors

The last survivors

Empty streets

Empty streets

Being in the moment

Being in the moment

Our restaurant

Our restaurant

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The Old Oak Manor

Prickly pears, and heat

Prickly pears, and heat

The hotel

The hotel

Reading on the porch

Reading on the porch

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Kloovenburg

Old Oak Manor

Old Oak Manor

On the Land Cruiser

On the Land Cruiser

Manguzi

Manguzi

Manguzi

Manguzi

On the Land Cruiser

On the Land Cruiser

Haircuts

Haircuts

Jerome

Jerome

Rolling tyres

Rolling tyres

View towards the lake

View towards the lake

Our room

Our room

Searching for turtles

Searching for turtles

Searching for turtles

Searching for turtles

Searching for turtles

Searching for turtles

Our first loggerhead laying

Our first loggerhead laying

Monitoring the turtles

Monitoring the turtles

Off she goes

Off she goes

 

Outdoor bathing

Outdoor bathing

My lily necklace

My lily necklace

Our room

Our room

Champagne by the lake

Champagne by the lake

Forest flowers

Forest flowers

Part two to follow…

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A new chapter, the Cunnama’s

On the 23rd November 2013, Daniel and I were married at Goedgedacht Farm. It was a magical weekend, with sunshine, time and wonderful people!

Here are some of the highlights in photos, thanks to Peter Russell for capturing it so beautifully. Click a photo to start the gallery.

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A whole new world

For my birthday Dan gave me three new macro lenses. Here are some of the pictures I have taken with them….

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Rabbit’s ear plant

Thorsten took this

Thorsten took this

Published in: on August 25, 2013 at 6:23 am  Comments (1)  

Strandveld

Dan and I headed to Strandveld, near Bredasdorp, for the long weekend. Its the southern most vineyard in South Africa and has some fantastic sauvignon blanc. There used to be hippos, elephants, buffalos and lions in the area. They have reintroduced buffalos and hippos, although we didn’t manage to spot them in the swollen rivers. Rooikar (Dan’s trusty steed) forged rivers and we enjoyed a relaxing weekend in a gorgeous thick walled cottage where Dan made potjie, balsamic lamb chops and all sorts of other delicious food. We ran, wandered around the farm and searched for the elusive rooikat (I saw some gruesome signs of his last meal) and spied on the flamingos. We also saw hundreds of blue cranes in the canola fields with snow capped peaks as the backdrop. We picnicked on the Cape’s southern-most stony beach. We also went to Bredasdorp for tea and scones and Napier where we found bottles for the wedding. It must be love, love, love…

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Cows with nowhere to go

Flooded fields

Flooded fields

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Flooded roads to Cape Agulhas

Flooded roads to Cape Agulhas

Poplar grove

Poplar grove

Our cottage

Our cottage

Narcissistic narcissus

Narcissistic narcissus

Wine barrel pier

Wine barrel pier

Canola fields

Canola fields

Wine tasting

Wine tasting

River crossing

River crossing

Dan going South

Dan going South

Lucy going South

Lucy going South

Practising the farm lifestyle

Practising the farm lifestyle

Getting tubby for the wedding

Getting tubby for the wedding

Tea for two

Tea for two

Beer o' clock

Beer o’ clock

Spying on the flamingos

Spying on the flamingos

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Tunnel spider web

Tunnel spider web

Hero shot

Hero shot

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Exploring the farm

Exploring the farm

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Pétanque with the cottage reflected

Pétanque with the cottage reflected

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Sunrise

Sunrise

Mollydog the male dopplerganger

Mollydog the male doppleganger

Snow!

Alp-like Franschhoek

Alp-like Franschhoek

Published in: on August 18, 2013 at 4:35 pm  Comments (1)  
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