Hot water was coal fired donkey boiler .
We never set an alarm clock in those days - the staff started cleaning out the ash from the previous day and started a new fire a good hour before the camp gates opened - in the quiet pre dawn hours nobody could sleep through the noise !
just a correction to what i said about the most Northerly camp you could stay at was Letaba. This was during the summer months. In winter you could of course stay at Shingwedzi and Punda Maria.
I can remember once when we arrived on the first day after Punda reopened after summer closure. The staff were still pruning back branches that had grown unchecked for the six months of summer. In some cases branches were obstructing access to some bungalows. They were working feverishly as the camp manager's wife, Aunt Kitty , was shouting instructions and everyone, even tourists, tried to stay in her good books !!
There was a very rudimentary booking system and everyone took their chances from camp to camp.
Rudimentary indeed - On our first visit, we booked into Pretoriuskop and went for our first drive. We came back to the camp late in the afternoon, only to find all our luggage standing outside in a light drizzle. Our hut was occupied by strangers who told us in no uncertain terms that we had to be out by 10 am ! We showed our reservation form to a puzzled reception official - a while later we were given the only alternative accommodation - a massive big 7 bed rondavel !
macho mouse wrote:
My mother's trips stopped when she and her younger sister contracted malaria.
I can't remember that we ever took any malaria prophylactics, but I do remember that the camp staff came round every afternoon with a spray pump with DDT and sprayed around and inside every hut. We also met a researcher of some kind in Skukuza once, who told us that they sprayed every stagnant pool of water around every camp !