At the camp Ronnie and SO waited in the car park at reception while I scampered off to check in. The counter was taken by two other guests. Just before the visitor on the right was almost finished, I heard the receptionist say that she would stay in unit one. Oh - my - word!!!
, my head shouted in excitement, this must be Mel standing there doing the check in.
And as she turned around after she had got her keys, I approached her and said: 'Wait, don’t go anywhere just yet.' What a stupid thing to say as an introductory line…
And then hell broke loose in reception.
Words cannot describe the feelings that overwhelmed us at that moment. Mel and I had become very close friends on this forum. Our respective trips had been carefully planned around this meeting – and there we were, finally meeting each other in flesh, live and in colour.
It was a very special moment.
Even the people around us were infected by our enthusiasm, joy, elation, you name it.
After coming back down to earth again, well, at least behaving close to civilized again
, we went outside to meet Mel’s dad and Ronnie respectively. We all clicked instantly and celebrated the fact with a first cold one right there and then in the parking lot.
At some point we got around to dump our stuff at our rondavels. Mel and Dad and SO and I would be neighbours for the next three days.
We all started to plan the afternoon. It was quickly decided that we would return to find the lions for Mel and her dad, as they hadn’t been exactly blessed with the big cats in Kruger, or so they claimed... Having seen only the very frist few days of her TR, I'm not so sure if they told the truth back then.
With SO wearing his lucky shirt nothing could go wrong we thought...
But before we left a Karoo Scrub-Robin allowed me another tick: