Zena said We must go to Kruger, my man Martin is a fabulous guide. I said Let’s Go!, and when August rolled round there we were, chilling in the mopane woodlands around Mopani Rest Camp in the famous Kruger National Park, drinking gin and tonic, gazing out over Pioneer dam from our under-thatch bird-watching stoep.
Martin Brasg is an honorary ranger and runs Laughing Hyena Safaris. His experienced Kruger Park nose soon led us to great sightings – big ones, feathered ones and little ones too.
Suddenly! We spotted some spots in the mopane shadows! With great skill we tracked the shadowy spots through the dappled sun and shade of the mopane woodland. What could it be?
Hey, it was! It was a . . a . . leopard! Kruger’s holy grail. With great tracking skill, we had found it:
. . . ‘course, we actually found it the traditional Kruger Park way:
To celebrate we had lots more gin & tonic, which improved our sightings even more:
A keen photographer and Canon ambassador, Martin aimed his long lens out the window and later let us have some of his pics:
. . and he made us a video:
and he taught us a new bird species: the Burchell’s Poupol
~~oo0oo~~
The video was particularly informative. I can’t recall ever seeing a 5-legged elephant before.
Six if you count his schlong . .
Fantastic. And the Gin & Tonic sounds fab. Ah Afrika.
In reality I was among weal wimps! Martin wasn’t drinking, Jess can’t cos of her medication, only Zena agreed to ‘one weak one’ each evening! So Z got half a tot, I got a double tot and that was it.
Where did you hide the Bonteheuwel briefcase?
It was neglected and lonely on top of the fridge!