Our first bush walk of this trip meant a very early start. Since we had missed the originally scheduled walk we were rebooked for the following morning. Up well before dawn, we left heading west from camp with Eric and Cecilia.


We were accompanied by 6 young Italians, who didn't seem very well prepared for a walk in the bush. Tennis shoes, brightly colored clothing and one of the guys had a hideous fuscia colored backpack. When we arrived at our destination Eric gave the instructions for the walk, which had to be translated by the two who could speak English. Then off we went, down the riverbank, through the riverbed, and up a tall steep hill on the other side. When we arrived at the top, we were at an ancient hilltop home/fortress that Eric said had been used centuries ago. All that was left were a few rock walls about waist high. While we caught our breath I spotted a Waterbuck watching us, who quickly disappeared before I could take a picture. Our next sighting was a little easier to get a picture of.

Both Eric and Cecilia were very knowledgeable and well versed in plants, spoor, scat, birds and animals. After walking a couple of kilometers Eric stopped us in an opening and showed us a group of Dagga boys who were nearby, they were watching us closely and seemed curious as to why we were there and what we were doing.

Eric decided we should back away, rather than tempt our fate, so off we went to an outcropping above the river where we had snacks and juice. Then down a steep boulder strewn hillside back to the river. On the way we almost ran into two Klipspringer, who took off quickly, and were atop a rock face on the other side of the river in less than a minute.

When we got to the riverbed, we found some very fresh kitty prints. A leopard had passed by sometime in the night.

after another half hour we were back at the vehicle and on our way back to camp. Well worth the wait. Eric and Cecilia were amazing.
Then another half hour and we were back at the vehicle.