Lion cub

Safari Town, SA


When I think of safari, I imagine exotic destinations written about in high society travel magazines. I envision myself sipping wine in an outdoor bathtub overlooking the savannah as a fire burns quietly and there are endless shining stars in the sky for me to count. Every now and then I would perhaps hear a loud roar in the distance and then giggle to myself before indulging in chocolate-covered strawberries. These daydreams of being catered for on hand and foot, being served the most exquisite dishes, no rush of tourists, no commercial noise – they weren’t exactly my first safari experience but then again, they also weren’t too far-fetched.

There are thousands of safari destinations, camp sites, reserves, game parks and tours within South Africa from self-catering to luxury and choosing the right one, within our budget may have proved to be a challenge. See, I wanted the almighty picturesque safari and I was willing to pay for it – erm, as long as it didn’t cost more than $1,000 that is.

When it comes to South African safari the head honcho is Kruger National Park. Nearly 2 million hectares in size, or similarly the same size as Wales or Israel, Kruger is one of the most sought out destinations to view the Big 5 (lion, African elephant, Cape buffalo, leopard, and rhinoceros), as they are the most difficult animals to see in the wild. Because Kruger is open to the public, it means anyone can drive in for the day. Visitors must stick to the roads and cannot get out of their vehicles, which must be fully enclosed. The one advantage is if someone see’s something you immediately know it because the cars pile up each waiting their turn to view.

The alternative to Kruger is visiting a private reserve. On the private game reserves the landmass is a lot smaller and the number of animals is limited. But, the advantage is because it is private accessibility is restricted only to those who have a stake in the reserve. This means that depending on which you choose, you’re less likely to witness another vehicle and the rules are a bit more lenient. For example, you can take an open-air vehicle off the road and go directly up to the animals as well as under the appropriate conditions conduct walking safaris.

Elephant viewing on private game drive in Sabi Sands

Elephant viewing on private game drive in Sabi Sands

So with all of this to consider, how on earth were we meant to choose? I found the website www.africanbudgetsafaris.com which helped us narrow down our options, taking into account our budget, time frame, and interests. At the end of our search we found the perfect match: 3 night/4 days with Tydon Safaris which combined not only Kruger National Park but also drives in the famous private game reserve Sabi Sands with stops along the Panoramic Route on our return to Johannesburg. The best of everything we wanted.  

I had my outfits planned perfectly. Each day I would wear a different animal print. I mean, going on safari is literally a once in a lifetime must-do. If I am going to be one with the lions I would like to truly blend in. So that’s what I did.

Mark from Tydon picked Jaime and I up from our overnight accommodation Mo Africa in Johannesburg to begin our prolonged 6 hour journey north. The air conditioning in the mini-van was a relief from the northern heat as we settled in for our trip, making friends with the 2 young Irish couples also joining the safari. Another perk, Tydon only has a total of 6 tents so the personability of the tour was fantastic. On our way I sat in the front and inquisitively asked Mark every question under the sun about close animal encounters and safety. I was already starting to get a reputation as the uneasy one but didn’t mind a bit. Better safe than sorry if I came face to face with a lion! And with that, we stopped for lunch at the Wild Fig Tree Café, a little more than half way there in the small town of Sabie where I indulged in a traditional Afrikaans potjie.

A few hours further north we were driving along the Sabi Sands gate approaching our destination and instantly spotted a rhino just next to the fence. My heart began racing and the excitement set in as it finally dawned on me that, “My gosh, I’m on safari!’  A few minutes later we pulled into the Tydon Safari grounds to be greeted by owner Gavin and shown to our tents.

Let me be clear when I say tent. What I actually mean is a Harry Potter-esque tent. Tydon was the perfect option of affordable luxury, for normal people. Our large canvas tents contained two single beds with mosquito netting adding a scenic touch, carpet, luggage stands, and a bathroom housing a glass enclosed shower with porcelain sink and toilet to top it off. So there was no bathtub overlooking the savannah, that’s okay because there was air-conditioning. The modern day term for this is “glamping,” or glamorous camping.

Tydon Safari Tent Interior

Our humble abode

No time wasted, 4 pm sharp we boarded the jeep for our first drive. Although the jeep was fully open on top, no guns are required for the drives, only for walks. We began our journey into the bush, eyes glued to the wild seeking out whatever animals we would stumble across. That night we saw zebra, waterbuck, wildebeest, impala, kudu and various birds. At sundown the jeep pulled into an open area and we all got out to enjoy ‘sun downers’. Wine in hand, we watched the sun set, nibbling on dried meats and nuts, listening to the sounds of the wild around us. The backdrop was absolutely stunning.

Sundowners in Sabi Sands

Sundowners in Sabi Sands

Thank goodness there was a full moon that night because once the sun went down it was pitch black. One of the guides sat at the front of the jeep with a huge spotlight shining it into the woods while we were meant to keep our gaze out in case we came across something, the key being to look out for glowing eyes. It was almost peaceful, driving in almost complete darkness and silence. At times my mind would wander and it would take a second to snap back to reality before realizing I was in the middle of nowhere in Africa scouting for animals in the dark. At one point our guide shut the car off and we just sat there for a few minutes quietly in the darkness watching fireflies light up all around us. I’ve never witnessed anything so magical.  The most striking highlight was coming across a giraffe silhouetted against the moon.

When we returned to camp the fire pit was lit and individual tables and chairs were arranged in a circle surrounding it. The owner Gavin joined us for a traditional Afrikaans meal as we sipped wine and shared stories around the camp fire. At that moment this was the fantastical safari I had always pictured coming to life. The night was short however as we had a 4:30 am rise for our next safari into Kruger the following morning.

Fireside dining

Fireside dining

After our early rise we were met with tea and coffee before getting in our closed-top vehicle for Kruger. I was excited, as Kruger is meant to have the most diverse population of animals. On first sight it even appeared to look different then Sabi, with longer grass mixed with deeper bush. I mentally pressed play and the Lion King’s Hakuna Matata was on repeat in mind as we scoured the land for the Big 5. We were in luck because the radio called in a mama lion and some cubs not too far off!

Lioness with her cubs in Kruger National Park

Lioness with her cubs in Kruger National Park

I was surprised and impressed by Kruger. Because it is public I had expected the masses, almost like a larger version of Disney’s Animal Kingdom with oodles of tourists. Yes, we did see other cars and specifically at the lion there was a bit of a back log however for the rest of the day it was just us on the open road. We saw 4 out of the big 5 that day and made it our personal mission for the rest of the safari to come across a leopard. On this day we saw cheetah, rhino, elephant, lion, zebra, monkeys, giraffes, tortoise, buffalo, hippos and more impala. The hippos were not in tutus as I had secretly hoped from my childhood days watching Fantasia.

Hippos

Playful Hippos

Every mosquito that I swatted or bite that I bitterly scratched my only thought was – Dear God, please don’t let it be malaria. Luckily, each night before going to bed Jaime and I would take our malaria medication as I would sing the song I wrote for the occasion, “Ma – ma – ma – malaria!” And it must have worked because we are both to this day malaria free.

On our last day at camp we were in for a real treat – a walking safari. This was typically only arranged for longer stays but we were fortunate enough that the schedule got changed for the week we were still there. Over dinners the previous nights I heard stories about cars being flipped over by elephants, poisonous snakes found under lounge cushions, rhino’s mauling hikers. Humph. “How safe is this walking safari,” I wondered and asked aloud.

Steve drove us out to Sabi and once out of the vehicle explained how it would work. He would lead in front, as he was the only person with a rifle, and we would follow single file with Jackie from Tydon taking the caboose. There was to be no talking. If you saw something you were to whistle. Easy enough I thought.

Safari walk in Sabi Sands

Steven and his gun on our safari walk

 As we walked along we didn’t see much at first and Steve would stop every few minutes or so to describe a bird or bush or some other natural wonder. The idea of the walking safari is that we were in very low bush so we could see a wide radius around us.  Shortly after moving along Steve had us stop as he took out his binoculars to evaluate the situation. Just as suspected Steve could see 3 rhino’s up ahead. The good news is we would get to experience this magnificent spectacle. The bad news is that if the rhinos caught wind of our smell we were in trouble. We were still a great distance away and Steve deemed it safe for us to travel a bit closer to get a better look.

Closer? What do you mean closer? But I followed the group and we inched our way close enough to see them not too far in the distance. We huddled behind a barren tree trunk, one person at a time allowed to step out to take a photo. But then Steve got a bit nervous. He felt the wind change and thought the rhinos may be able to smell us. We had to retreat.

As we were in low bush there weren’t many trees around for us to hide behind. Quickly, but without running or making any sudden movements we inched our way away from the dangerous animals. We wouldn’t be able to take the same route back to the jeep at this stage. Steve suggested we take a wide perimeter to play it safe. What?! How much potential danger are we actually in, Steve? Taking a wider perimeter meant that we would have to go deeper into the bush and wouldn’t have the safety of the low grass around us.

Steve walked ahead of us with the rifle out in front of him. Around various curves he would disappear for a few minutes then wave us on. He instructed everyone to be fully alert and look both left and right while walking. If you saw something, you were instructed to whistle and whistle loud. Seriously? This wasn’t ‘just in case’ anymore; we were actually walking through the African savannah. At any point there could have been a lion or leopard taking a snooze next to where we were about to walk. Thankfully it only lasted for about 15 minutes. We came across a young zebra aimlessly gallivanting at one stage which was a beautiful thing to watch. I was very thankful once we made it back to the jeep. Once in the jeep we were able to drive right up to the rhino, literally 10 feet away, the same ones that a mere hour before could have claimed our lives.

We had one more night safari that evening in the pouring rain. Of course I was anxious that we would get struck by lightning. Walking away from this experience was one of the most amazing things I had ever done. Until coming to South Africa it hadn’t previously occurred to me how adventure stricken and fear facing this trip would be but I walked away with a smile on my face and new confidence gained.

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A lekker reunion


In the summer of 2006 I was introduced to a culture I never knew existed. Whilst living in London an American friend had befriended a colleague who invited us to a South African bar in Leytonstone called Zulus (now unfortunately the Red Lion). It seemed like nearly every South African in London flocked to East London where they could bunch up 12 people in a 3 person flat and pay cheap rent – so Zulus was perfectly situated.

Zulus was a hole in the wall where Afrikaans from across London would meet regularly, braii (BBQ) next to the sand volleyball courts out the back, and sip on Savanna’s. Downstairs was a pub decorated in African trinkets with zebra fabric and wooden statues. Upstairs the club got too rowdy for my liking. At Zulus, you’re more likely to hear Afrikaans spoken over English. And it became our world.

From there slowly but shortly my close friends and I became dear friends with a household of South Africans. There were 6 guys and 3 girls living in poorly reputed Forest Gate in East London, and about 45 minutes west on the Tube sat our sad dwelling otherwise known as the Crack House on the cusp of posh Maida Vale and decrepit Kilburn Park. We were similarly 5 girls and 3 boys shacked up into 4 bedrooms.

Nearly every weekend we made the trip east, or vise versa, and became immersed in their South African customs. Days were spent laying in the sun, braiiing over wood boards in the backyard and learning how to say Afrikaans sayings like Hoe gaan dit? and lekker. At night, it was off to Zulus where we would be a select few American girls trying our Afrikaans out on foreign boys and dancing the traditional, ballroom-esque dance of langarming. Other weekends a handful of them would shack up at ours, bodies sprawled out on couch cushions haphazardly on the floor after hosting our traditions of an American BBQ with red Solo cups and beer pong.

Christmas 2006 was my first Christmas away from home. Although sad to be away from friends and family, my best friend Emily and I couldn’t have had a better second option spending Christmas in Forest Gate amongst a plethora of South Africans who cooked us a traditional feast before heading off to Zulus and dancing the night away. Just 5 months later our Visa’s had expired and we had to head back to the States. Saying goodbye to our colleagues and closest American friends was hard, but saying goodbye to the South Africans was equally as depressing. We swore one day we’d make it to South Africa to see them again and experience their culture in their own country.

Prior to meeting them I had encountered a few South African whilst living in London in 2003 and Scotland in 2005, but experiencing the Afrikaans culture was very new to me. Friends and family at home curiously questioned when I told them about my new friends whether they were black or white. The ignorance of white African’s living in Africa was not assumed. Do they make clicking noises when they speak? I had never before heard of Apartheid – how is it that us Americans have been so sheltered from far-off monumental global affairs? I don’t recall my high-school history class going into detail about Nelson Mandela and the race struggle that is still so apparent today.

Since returning from London, both myself and my good friend Jaime have ventured overseas nearly every year continuing our travel legacies. This past November was the year, and Jaime and I prepared for our trip to South Africa. With only 16 days to make the most of an enormous country we planned and detailed our route. We’d spend a handful of days in the cosmopolitan of Cape Town, where mountains and sea create a unique city like none I’ve experienced anywhere before. From there, we’d drive to the wine lands to meet up with our old friends the boys, before road tripping the Garden Route on the Eastern Cape and ending with a 4 day safari in Sabi Sands and Kruger National Park.

Prior to arriving I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was told Johannesburg was a dangerous city, ranked 50 on the global scale and even walking around during the day was unadvisable, so we chose not to spend time there.  A ranking of 50 is bad, but my college city of Baltimore is rated worse. Carjacking and mugging is common in general apparently, and the police are corrupt. You’re better off paying off a cop to avoid a night in the slammer then facing what’s on the other side.

With blacks as the majority they rule the country. But did that mean we necessarily should have something to fear? Many acquaintances we met along our travels were bitter – with the Black Economic Empowerment (BEE) program stating that those disadvantaged by Apartheid are given preference for jobs before a white person – our friends fled to London in their 20s claiming there was no work and earning the pound allowed for a solid sum to send home to their families. In South Africa, a black person is black, a mixed person is colored, and Indians and some Chinese are classified under this rule. Saying your black or white isn’t taboo. You don’t look over your shoulder wondering if someone overheard and thinks you’re being racist. It is reality and government decisions are based on race. With that said, many question current policy leaders.

The reality for us then constituted, what is safe? Are we supposed to tip toe around and fear everything and everyone? What happened to giving the benefit of the doubt first, and judging second? This was a topic Jaime and I discussed in detail every night before we went to bed. Even locals say they fear walking the streets. Is this all a bit of paranoia or is it really as bad as they say?

Amongst the various travelers we met on our journey, from a middle-aged Afrikaans couple, to Irish sweethearts, a young South African miner to random people on the street – it was always a topic of conversation. “Two young white girls like you have to be careful.” “Don’t stop for anyone, lock your doors every time you get in the car, and hide the GPS.” “Take a taxi, even though its two blocks, always take a taxi.” Ultimatley, we opted for better safe than sorry. But I still question, is that a way to live? We felt it from the bottom of the country all the way to the top. In the end however, the people we met from tour operators to restaurant owners to taxi drivers to people in bars, the South Africans provided a warm and interesting experience.

Cape Point

L&J and Cape Point

On our fourth day we rented a car in Cape Town and headed to Cape Point, one of the most southerly points in Africa. I let Jaime do the driving at the onset and played navigator often providing friendly reminders about being on the other side of the road despite the GPS as we headed south. By the time we reached Cape Point the fog and rain had cleared and we hiked to the top of the lighthouse, weary of the Beware of Baboon signs sticking out from the bush. The guys had warned us to leave early, the 3 of them calling throughout the day pressing how horrific Cape Town traffic could be. But at this point, we were already late.

South African Baboons

Baboons!

Driving out from the Cape Point lighthouse traffic was a stand still. Would you believe it? Baboons! A truck was stopped just two cars ahead and had baboons hanging off its passenger side. Others aimlessly walked in the road, then scurried into the bush with a baby clinging to its chest. We sat there for about 15 minutes, snapping photos and admiring the vulgar, aggressive animals. Yup, we were definitely going to be late.

Finally, hours later we arrived at our old friend Cedric’s house in Paarl, situated in the center of the beautiful wine lands. Standing in the driveway awaiting our arrival with a beer in his hand, I nearly cried when he picked me up and spun me around. “I know you like beers,” he said, and we went inside.

After a bit of catching up, we were desperately late arriving to the braii at Jacques after 8 pm. Then again, we were on South African time. Being with Ced and his wife Althea, Jacques and Felicity and their new daughter Mackenzie, and Derek and his girlfriend felt like old times in London. We sat for hours reminiscing about the these times – each of us remembering different stories in a variety of detail. I even thanked them for speaking English with us around, as it is their second language. By the time the braii got going, and man do South Africans like their meat, it was after 10 pm on a Tuesday night. They say South Africa comes second to Argentina when it comes to meat consumption.

south african friends

Old friends, good times

Since leaving London at some point over the past 6 years we’ve all grown up a bit, but it still was as if none of the important stuff had changed. The guys are all married now, in their mid-thirties, and Jaime and I despite our cubicle-life, Ced’s right, we do like beers.

Paarl winelands

Paarl winelands

The following morning Ced and Althea took the day off of work to tour us around the wine region. From Paarl to Stellenbosch we took our time sampling wine and cheese from 4 different wineries, while Ced kindly did the driving. I was delighted to be introduced to pinotage, a South African red staple, which a bottle from Rhebokskloof Estate had to come with me.

snoek

Snoek!

That evening, we sat around the braii in the front yard as Ced cooked the snoek, a common fish found in the southern hemisphere and we had another late dinner relaxing in the summer breeze. The next morning, saying good bye was sad, it all went so fast. From here on out we were on our own in South Africa again, and Jaime and I began our road trip on the Garden Route, just her and I on the open road.

Stay tuned for upcoming posts on Cape Town, the Garden Route, and our African Safari.

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