Our plan was to go south to Kousant and then north. We didn’t get very far and it started to rain. We decided to turn around and drive out of the storm…feeling vey clever we backtracked to Polentswa waterhole. I was so looking forward to seeing all those raptors again…well nothing absolutely nothing…except ominous clouds.
Oh well let’s just drive further north..out of the storm. But the rain started…
And the wind blew…
And it darker.
In the meantime I had noticed flocks of birds flying out of trees as we drove past them. These birds looked different to me but I was not really able to see through Monty’s rain sodden windows. Eventually I said to Doug he had to stop…I had to try and see what those birds were. I wound down the window a little and managed to get the following photo….
a Red-footed Falcon…new tick !!!!
With that there was the hugest clap of thunder I have heard in a long time…I am not even going to tell you what erupted out of my mouth…even the poor bird fell clean off it’s perch.
Monty shook with the ferocity of the thuinder clap…we could feel the electricity bouncing all around the car.
I actually think Doug had a few choice words as well. Within seconds the road filled up with water. Doug decided we had better head back to camp.
It took one more clap of thunder to put me in 3M mode…..muttering , mumbling and moaning.
The amount of water that fell in those couple of minutes was unbelievable.
I was stressing about our rooftop tent…I was sure that it was going to be soaking when we opened it..
I was stressing about our camp...I was stressing about everything.
As a matter of fact I did not want to play that game anymore….
The turn off to Polentswa….
We made it back to camp without being washed away or getting stuck. But it was still pouring with rain. Everything that we had put under the A-frame was soaking wet.
Doug got out to investigate...he called to me that it was not so bad out there. I stayed put and grumbled….
I downloaded my photos onto my iPad…and I grumbled.
I eventually read a scrapbooking magazine that I had taken along and not yet read…and I grumbled.
I thought about my candlelit dinner for two….and I grumbled.
Doug called out to me...you will have to get out sometime…you cannot sleep in Monty.
Yes I can….and I grumble some more.
But then I realised that I would have to get out after all…one is not always in control of everything…I needed the loo…and I grumbled.
Eventually I managed to dig my raincoat out of my togbag and my umbrella out from under the seat…and yes I had to get out to visit that open air loo.
And that is when I burst out laughing…can you imagine what I must have looked like squishing my way through the mud to that open air loo….together with my raincoat and umbrella…..I think that is when I stopped grumbling ( for a little while)
With that the rain abated…our cue to put up the rooftop tent. I was convinced it was going to be saturated but to my absolute amazement it was perfectly dry.
I was indeed a happy camper…but I still did not have a dry chair to sit on. I then remembered that I had a blanket in Monty...one of those plastic lined blankets. Problem solved… instead of enjoying prawn cocktail at a candlelit table we shall enjoy it sitting on a candlelit blanket.
Doug in the meantime had lit his fire and I dished up our prawn cocktail . I even had lettuce to go with it. The rain had stopped and I was beginning to relax….
The next minute I jumped clean out of my skin and almost choked on my first mouthful of prawn cocktail…..the almightiest lion roar that we had heard in a long time reverberated through the camp….and a second roar from the opposite direction. We were slap bang in the middle of two very vocal lions. I was all for flying up that ladder into the rooftop tent but Doug calmed me down somewhat.
Relax...enjoy your prawn cocktail.
All thoughts of a romantic candlelit dinner went flying out of my mind.
All that I could think off was the safety of the rooftop tent.
Prawn cocktail was the starter…chicken wings were planned for the braai. Doug insisted on still braaing the chicken wings. I agreed but I would not unpack any more plates, cutlery or condiments. I wanted to be able to make a quick getaway if need be. So there we sat on the blanket like two little Bushman… Doug with his braai tongs and chicken wings and beer…me( having lost my appetite) armed with the spotlight checking for eyes in the long grass every few seconds. The lions continued to roar. Eventually I could take it no longer and by 8h30 I was safe and sound in the rooftop. Doug soon joined me….the lions roared on and off all night long …but they never did visit us in camp.