The driver of the other car smiled to us and showed us then a
Yellow / orange stick. A stick? No, a wonderful cape cobra. Because we are on the deeper road and the cobra on the high sand, we had a wonderful view.
It is a beauty, but dangerous. Thanks to “Mr. Birder”. They leave the spot, so we have the snake for ourselves. Phantastic.
A few minutes to 12 we reach MM. Now it is really time for a bush – brunch. Russian sausages, ham, cheese, baked beans, toast and orange juice. Jummy!
We take than a rest.
Later I wrote my reports and 20 minutes after 16:00 we start again. Pit stop at the shop for water and straight ahead to the lions, directly to Veertiende Boorgat.
And right, the parking place shows us, they wait for us. But the cats do what cats do best. Resting.
Than appears wildebeest, but only one lioness stood up. Stalking mode! Could this be the beginning of a hunt? The wildies are very thirsty, when they go so close to the lions. And the wildies are very nervous and disappear very soon.
Then came the boss, probably the brother of our morning lion. And now began a few action. Girls and kiddies stood up and came to the waterhole for a big drink. COOL! It is so nice to view the cubs. One of my dreams came true. I never before saw cubs so close. Great Moment.
But time runs away, and after one hour we must leave for the gate. Ok, one extra minute, and another extra minute and so on. You know this?
Look, the cubs are also tired, it is time.
It is not many time to the camp. Tanja hopes, that we not meet the giraffes on the road and I think about my second leopard in KNP 5 minutes before gates close. But I hope of a good sun down for a photo. But no good sundown L
GEPARD! CHEETAH! On the road, just in front of us. What a luck, 8 km before MM. And some nice shots, and this when had disappeared behind the dunes a few minutes before. What end of a fantastic day.
End! Not at all. In MM I start the braai. And than a spider in the bathroom. Iiiiiiiiiih. I have to rescue Tanja and the spider. I caught the spider in a glass and took him to the fence, where I let him go.
All? No, something very special comes up. The wood began to burn, when a ranger and a local came to us. The local wears something in a kitchen towel. Hm? Whats this
“Are you Mr. Conradi?”
“No, my name is Conradt, what happened?”
“Mr. Conradi ordered a bread by this local. And he couldn´t find him” I realised, that the local doesn´t understand English and the translated to him. And the camp so small, not to find a tourist seems to be a little bit unusual.
“Again, I am not Conradi, but if you did not find Mr. Conradi I would like to buy the bread.” I remembered in this moment a story about bread in MM:
“Really? You would give the local great joy, because they are very poor and it is the only way for them to earn a little extra cash.”
No, problem. He wants 15 rand, but for me this was to cheap and I gave him 20 rand.
And this was the best south african bread I ever ate. It was absolutely delicious, fresh for 3 days. Perhaps longer, but it was in our stomachs after 3 days.
If you ever have the chance, try this bread! I believe Mr. Conradi stayed in KTC, the bread was not ready in time, so Mr. Conradi had to leave MM. Unlucky for him, lucky for us. Next day I saw at TR reception a booking or so with the name Conradi!
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Decision is made I´ll be back in may / june
May 27th - 31th Letaba, May 31th - June 2nd Skukuza, June 2nd - June 4th Berg-En-Dal