Day 4 – Part 2.
I am afraid that in Part 1 I rather ran ahead of myself by racing on to Nkaya Pan and forgetting to mention what happened at The Southernmost Baobab Tree. So let’s go back a couple of kilometres.
After having left a very windy and ice cold Tshokwane we turned in to see if we could spot the resident leopard at the Baobab tree. Travelling very slowly we crossed the sandy river bed and approached the big tree. Keeping our eyes peeled we moved on very slowly around the tree. We completed the circle without seeing anything and slowly headed back to the main road. At the river bed crossing I spotted a black object that looked very much like a piece of metal sticking out the sand right where the tracks were. I decided to move to the right to avoid this object and moved forward slowly as I had always believed that to cross water, mud or thick sand it was best to engage first gear and move forward very slowly keeping your revs at a constant speed. We were right in the middle of the river bed when I felt the car drop slightly and then come to a standstill. I thought I could get out of this situation by putting my foot flat down but all that happened was to smell burning rubber as the front tyres just spun like crazy on the coarse sand. I opened my door and found that the sand was almost up to the floorboards. What do we do now? I eventually decided to get out to try and dig some sand out from under the wheels. So after scanning the surrounding bushes and river bed and deciding the coast was clear, I climbed out and started to dig with my hands. However, for each handful I removed two handfuls slid into the hole. Neill, who was behind us and had stopped before coming onto the river bed, walked down and said that the best would be for him and Joan to push the car with me trying to drive out. I went and fetched the source of our problem and found it to be what looked like a mud flap from a 4 x 4. I stuck this under the right front wheel. Joan and Neill then pushed and I accelerated until eventually with the smell of burning rubber and clutch the car suddenly shot out of the sand and I did not stop until I was on terra firma once again much to my delight. However, Joan and Neill were not as delighted as they were left standing in the river bed covered in sand. -O -O Where oh where was the camera now.
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Needless to say Neill took the direct route and came out safely on the other side. I just do not know why Joan and Neill could not see the funny side of the situation.
OK, lets continue with the Part 2.
Nothing much more to be seen as we trundled north on the H1-3 until we reached the t-junction with the H6. A whole bunch of cars blocking the road so we took our place in the queue and waited our turn. At last we could see or rather not see what everybody was looking at. We were told that there were 7 lion lying in the grass and they some youngsters with them. Nothing to be seen except a black tuft waving in the air. Then one head popped up:
And then a second one a little bit further away than the first:
We decided that these guys and gals were not going anywhere soon so we wound our way through the maze of cars and cariied on north. It never ceases to amaze how some people, and I am now being very polite, park at a lion sighting.
As we were a bit early to check in we turned off onto the S100. We came across this waterbuck who thought he was a kudu:
And these zebra. We think that the two on the right of the photo were warming up to do what B.C. and clan see lions doing every day.
As it was moving on toward 14:00 we did a u-turn and headed for Satara. Just before camp we saw this jackal snuffeling around what looked like a mole hill or rat hole. We expected to see him pounce on something pretty soon but nothing happened - he just stood there with his ears cocked looking at the hole - so we moved on.
After checking in, which to us is always a pleasure at Satara, and while the others unpacked I took this shot of the local gang who had arrived to check us out.
At this stage I must apologise to those mites who do not understand Afrikaans as this story does not sound the same when translated into English.
Remember what we said to Caitlin when we left Skukuza - "Ons gaan na 'n ander huisie by Satara."
Once settled in at Satara Liza told us of something that Caitlin had said in their car just after leaving Tshokwane. Caitlin must have been bored with the lack of sightings for she asked Neill and Liza "Waneer kom ons by Tant Sara se huis?" Well, that had the four of us rolling with laughter and Caitlin sitting with a very puzzled look on her face as to what was so funny. Out of the mouths of babes.
Once we had regained our composure we decided to ga and see if the lions had made a move yet. On arrival there was still a traffic jam but no sign of lion so we too a turn on the H6 for about half an hour. Nothing to be seen not even impala so Joan took this pic as a reminder.
We turned around and headed back straight into the sun.
Joan got this shot of the sunset:
And Neill got this shot:
There was still a major traffic jam at the lions that could not be seen. As one of the guys said to me "I have been here 3 hours and the lions have won."
Back to camp for a braai, shower and sleep.
To be continued.