We packed up early and managed to be on time. I climbed into Wic's car and we were off. For the whole morning we saw NOTHING. But just as we were approaching the private bridge that we ate breakfast on a duiker shot across the road and was gone in a second. We stopped and walked up and down the bridge absorbing the sights and sounds of nature. My sister and I had ceareal in a cup and we were staring out at the almost dry riverbed and rocks at our feet. I told my mom how I would love to frolick on those rocks. She told me she would love to as well and Wic said it was fine. So I put my cup down and I climbed onto the rock and began to walk on the huge surface.
It was so awesome, but since it was the first day I was a little shy and I didn't do it that much. I saw a Giant kingfisher for the second time ever. We really had a jol. We left soon afterwards and saw a little more game, like elphants and impala etc. We were approaching camp when God decided to grant me a favour. He must have been in a good mood. We were slowing down because of the car in front, which was doing the same.
I saw it as it jumped up the rocks and soon disappeared. It had that unmistakable shape, character and attitude. It was a leopard. "LEOPARD!!!!!" I will never let my family forget that I spotted it, as whenever my sis spots something she repeats "I spotted it...!" That gets quite irritating! Then when she says that I can say, "Ja, but I spotted the leopard and the cheetah last year!" That keeps her quiet.
The base camp was beautiful and dangerous, with Tamboti trees, very poisonous. But stunning. My mom swore that something passed our tent last night. I tell her my dads snoring drove her nuts temporarily.
But my friend Carl said he wouldn't be surprised if something had.
One cat, nevertheless, it's the second best I could have asked for. We had a leopard experience the next day, but very different.