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Not so much a funny experience as a heart-warming one.

July 2006, Lake Panic. A lady with her two grandchildren pointing out different birds from the hide and reading about them from her bird book. The kids were totally captivated.

Feb 2007, Lake Panic. Same lady, on her own this time and I'm the only other person in the hide. She beckons me over, starts pointing out different birds from the hide and reading about them from her bird book. I was totally captivated.

And that, folks, is what Kruger is about.

Some years ago, the kids were still small, we stayed in a Safari tent in Skukuza. Early one evening, I was sitting outside at the fire when my unknown neighbour brought out a guitar and started to play, rather nicely too I must say. My two kids were pushing and shoving at each other inside the tent and I said "Stop it!"
With that the guitar playing stopped and the neighbour dissapeared into his tent.

O.k here goes! I'm now referring to our first visit to Kruger, many, many years ago!

We were watching game at Nshawu and there were plenty of game around. At the time we did not quite know what we were watching but tried to identify the animals best we could.

A huge bird came walking past the car. Completely intrigued with the bird my hubby turned to the guy in the rented car beside us asking him if he knew what it was. (Hubby is a short tempered boertjie, takes no nonsense from garden gnomes and sorts his problems on the spot, if you get what I mean!)

"Kori bustard" came the German reply. Before the brain could kick in to motion the body went into reaction. "What did you call me?!" was his reply. By that time his door was open and he was promptly making his way around the car. The poor German visitor leaped onto his wife's lap to avoid the oncoming interaction through his window holding the Sasol bird guide in front of his face with only one finger pointing towards a similar looking bird on the page.

The next stop was the shop a Lataba where I bought my own Sasol bird guide.

(Does anyone know a good divorce attorney - I think I'm going to need it!)

we were at Tshokwane in about 1997. It was paritcularly busy at the time. My Daughter was 7 at the time and had yet to learn tact . We were enjoying a peaceful breakfast when the Americans at the neighbouring table got up ready to leave, but had a huge problem They couldn't work out how to open the Baboon proof bins. The adults in our group were having a quiet chuckle when my child announced in a loud voice "the dustbins are not only Babboon proof, but Yank prrof as well" we were very embarresed, but the Amercians saw the funny side and asked her to teach them how to use it.

This WHOLE cricket weekend was a funny experience!!

Well done guys and girls!!

Especially trying to get out of bed this morning it seems.

I tell you. To see some of the other people trying to walk on Sunday was hilarious! ROTF!!

The first time I took my kids to the KNP we had not long entered the gate when I said "I can see a pachyderm!"

"That's not fair!" said my 7 year old son. "We don't know what a pachyderm is."

"An elephant" replied my wife.

The kids immediately sat bolt upright.

"Where?" they both asked.

As they said it, a big old boy emerged from the bush onto the road, gave us a look of disgust and then lumbered along the road for a 100 yards whilst we slowly followed at a safe distance.

I knew then, from their jaws hitting the floor, that the trip was going to be a great success.

Just after the cricket evening, I had put on a scream mask and waited behind Deville's bus for some ladies to pass by.

As I heard two unsuspecting women closing in I moved out in a haunched stance.

Face to face came no other than Brompou and Laine. I can't remember who exactly was in front and who was behind, but both of them screamed OMGG, jumped up and around in the air and spun a few seconds before pushing and shoving each other out of the way for safety.

Brompou ended up on the dirt in front of the bus in hysterical laughter/crying and Laine was still screaming somewhere in the dark with Felis screaming at her to calm down.

Was nogals funny.

This experience was funny for everyone but me!

I did my one and only trail at Olifants as a schoolboy in 1993.

If one wanted to cross the river to the Northern side, the ranger put a silly wooden plank across a space between two huge rocks about 3m above the swirling stream below, where there WERE crocodiles, and one took a few steps to cross and carry on.

(I hope this system isn't still being used! )

I was carrying the back pack that morning, and as I started crossing the plank shifted and I lost balance.

Fortunately my school friend's dad grabbed me by the strap, and pulled me over!

The trails ranger also pretended that we had gotten lost on the evening walk, and asked us if anyone knew the way back to base Camp!

(We were just behind the hill separating us from camp, but still got there long after dark! )

To crown it all, the ranger put a Parabuthus scorpion into my empty coffee cup around the campfire the next evening, much to the delight of all present!

Trails were rough in those days, I guess!

(Surely I couldn't already have been so offensive!?)

This thread has sort of been superseded under "Guilty" in "Chill Room".

(Both combined have seen almost 30 000 views, now why would that be?! )

Next story:

Part 1

As a student in the 80's, myself and a number of friends were priveleged to accompany a camp manager to inspect a windmill about 20km from camp.

We clustered all over his Landrover like ants on the trip, inside, outside, on top etc...

As has been related elsewhere, this arrangement changed upon being charged by a big male lion at a remote giraffe kill.

Nevertheless, when we neared camp after gate-closing time, the driver took a detour to the nearby airstrip, to allow an appropriate sundowner airing of some serious "Jim Morrison".

We were thence introduced to the "Klein Olifant Dans", or alternatively, the dance of "Nyoka die Slang"...

(The "Small elephant", or "snake" dance, which is actually very funny!)

You had to be there, I guess, but the setting was one of the most memorable I have ever experienced!

Pretty stupid, as the sun set quickly and we got lost!

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good catch Freda!!!!

Multiple Personality Disorder RP?

Its called regression - started as a pensioner, will soon be in diapers (again)

Ok, 1983

I only make one mistake every 1000 posts, so there!