Following the wonderful obligatory braai (although there was a whiff of someone’s curry, which was just cruel!), we retired with the intention of leaving a little later in the morning to have a bush breakfast at Makhadzi. Not before this elegant lady came and said hello though.
Fortunately, the next morning the day dawned bright and clear and we left Letaba around 8.00 (May I remind you that we were honeymooners!!) We actually just slept late, really.
On the way up, the temperature was escalating by the minute and was the hottest day to date that we had had so far. As a result of this, we drove the entire way (around 32 kms) without seeing even one 2 or 4 legged sightings. Turning off onto the H15 during this trip rewarded us with a single extremely distant zebra sighting which my camera was completely incapable of capturing. Turning off into Makhadzi, we arrived at the most pleasantly surprising picnic spot.
I believe that this spot was underwater and closed for ages after the January '13 flooding, which is a real pity as I loved it!! Beautifully clean and stilted toilets and kitchen areas, astonishingly helpful staff, what a pleasure!!! Well done, you guys!!! I need to be shot for not remembering their names as I would like to donate for them individually …
After having been well equipped with a gas bottle and skottel, we proceeded to cook our delicious brekkie with stories of lion prides and elephants breaking trees in the picnic area echoing in our ears.
Not long after this, we were enjoying our really tasty repast when a bone-chilling scream was heard.
Eardrums ringing, I looked around to find the source, when I realized it was emanating from my beautiful bride. A knee-jerk reaction ensued and I leapt into action grabbing the nearest lethal weapon, the egg-lifter. Spinning around to face the threat of marauding lion hordes, I almost put my knee out. Realizing that there was no threat to my north, east, or west, my keen instincts prevailed and I managed to turn to the south (without killing myself) where the fair maiden was seated. My first observation was “Where’s the blood?” and then “Brilliant, she’s still breathing”, when I was told in a voice of thunder “GET IT OFF ME!!!!”.
Seeing as I had the egg-lifter in hand, I thought I may be the yolk of the moment but I was too slow. Like lightning, Jax had already ensured that we would not be consumed by savage feral beasts on this journey, and she has my eternal gratitude. We may have died if not for the egg-lifter or Jax’s extraordinary reflexes… A picture of the vicious bugger below.
At this point, there are probably tears in your eyes but here’s a different reason
And this baby
Not much in the rest of the day, but I’ll be back …
The simple rule to follow with all animals is one of respect.
Trip reportsNov/Dec 2012
21-22 Sept 2013 - Olifants with river view
23-24 Sept 2013 - Letaba perimeter
25-27 Sept 2013 - Tamboti
28-29 Sept 2013 - Mopani with lake view