Well here we go, but better late than never...03.05.
Well we still had a lot to do that morning, we drove into Hazyview to do all the shopping.
After we packed everything into the back of the car we were on our way to Paul Kruger Gate.
We were not really running on schedule ….
It was only about 12.30 pm that we finally entered the Park.
We had to drive all the way down to Biyamiti, our first camp on this years trip.
All the way down South we used the tar road, because we were already pretty late and we were not sure if the gravel roads in the South surrounding Biyamiti incl. the Weir were already open again after all that rain.
It was a quiet, but pleasant drive. The Park was amazingly green, which made it quite hard to spot anything that was further that 1-2 metres away from the road.
We had passed Afsaal when we spotted our first of many Rhinos on this trip… Larger View
A little later, just before turning onto the gravelled Croc Bridge road, we were held up by this group of Baboons on the way home, it was so nice to observe the little ones "riding"…. Larger View Larger View Larger View Larger View
By now we were running a bit late, there were still quite some kilometres that we had to cover….And we had to cross Elli country
Thank God we met none on the way to the camp and drove through the entrance gate just 5 minutes before closing time.
Now we had to check in, usually this only takes a couple of minutes….
Well usually, the lady behind the counter said ( after she finally finished her telephone call) : " Well you are here for one
I said: " Actually ….. No… We are here for three
nights…." (me still smiling..)
Her answer: " Oh…..(followed by silence)…..OK, then you are moving into number 7…and you have to change the cottage tomorrow again… "
At that moment I was annoyed (to put it politely) …
After I had told herd several times politely, but firmly that we will have no intention whatsoever, to move cottages and ruining our first full day of our holidays (after travelling around 12000km and nearly two days to get to Biyamiti...), she called for a colleague.
And after some scratching of his head and checking lists with a pensive face, we were finally able to move into "our cottage" without having to move again in the three days of our stay….
Everyboday was happy and with smilling faces we wished each other a good night.
What a commotion…
The cottage was beautiful. As we were dead tired we just had a sandwich for dinner and enjoyed the sounds of the bush while sipping a glass of wine..