Okay, here it is! A personal experiment to see how long I can drag out a one-day trip report
My goal: Simply, the longest WCNP trip report in history... Kind of like that TV show, where each hour, is actually an hour... yeah... or something like that...
August 5th, 2009 10am
So our morning begins in Table View. The weather had promised to be terrible that day, but a plan is a plan and there was no backing out! There were clouds around, but to the north it looked pretty sweet. We reached the gate at about 10am after a very sun-shiney drive, full of great conversation and having taken many random photos of things like car door handles. We were determined to document as much as possible this day, even door-handles. We paused outside the gate to take photos of us and our Wild Cards.
Is there anything better than the multiple ‘Beware of the Bees’ signs at the gate? They really mean it too. Trips to the bathroom are far more exciting when the sink is blackened by thousands of bees. Today was pretty bee-less, but I’ve seen the gate bees in full swarm mode before…


After some confusion over SandSquirrel’s Wild Card, we were let in. I cannot game-drive without playing music from Jurassic Park, so we were soon rolling though WCNP at 20km/h with some very appropriate music. Just meters from the gate, we came across our first ostrich! I had some photos of it, by I accidentally deleted them

, because I am a Moose (and to be honest, I don't care much for ostriches. They do taste good though).
Then, a few minutes later, SandSquirrel made the first ultra-cool sighting of the day- Steenbok! (Or is it a Steenbok? I’m sure someone will correct me if I’m wrong). Anyway, the Steenbok posed quite happily for photos, which was pretty special. This was going to be a seriously awesome day.

On the way to the beach, SandSquirrel pointed out the very first flower (okay, it wasn’t the first, but it was the most obvious) of the park. He got out and took a photo. Moose stayed in the car with her head down, hoping no one would drive by…

We stopped briefly at the beach for a walk around. We didn’t want to be too long, as the never visited (by Moose) Postberg section was calling. As I climbed out of my car into the empty parking lot, I wasn’t to know that I was about to see an animal I’d been longing to see my whole life, and another I had NEVER expected to see…