It seems like ages since I last saw a breakfast photo. Beans for breakfast? You bet. Linda agrees with me that the people of southern Africa have the most flavorful bean dishes by a country mile.
Red is bad, No red beside our flight.
Selfie of the day, something I seem to have forgotten to post lately. Bad Bob.
What a difference from the gray Kalahari sand of the delta.
Sometimes it’s the little things in Life that makes us smile.
Yep, we certainly are in Africa. A real, genuine, all parts are there, Zebra skin.
What follows are some scenes along the road from the airport to the park. The drive took a little over an hour I’d guess, maybe.
This last one was shortly before we reached the entrance to the park.
A short distance past the entrance to the park. He’s a retired old gentleman living out his last years in the comfort of a daily wallow in the mud.
At Buffalo Rock Camp. FYI, the nearby huge rock isn’t named Buffalo Rock it looks like a buffalo, it’s because in the past, buffalo used to come to feed around the rook. Bet that’s one piece of information some readers may not have known.
Motherly love, giraffe style.
Why many of the animals are hard to spot as we drive along.
Partially obscured Waterbuck.
Less partially obscured waterbuck. Most of the photos of animals are partially obscures. Botswana this ain’t by a longshot.
We are not to be out of the vehicles during the drive. So why are these three young lady’s outside their Land Rover?
It’s a flat tire. We had already decided the company that has the Buffalo Camp concession is totally worthless, and this only went to further that impression. The tire was nearly bald, it had been patched at least once before and it had a large crack in it. Maintenance? We don’t need no stinking maintenance is their motto.
So the question is: Why did the waterbuck cross the road? And the answer is…. Hint, if you can’t guess the answer I don’t know what to tell you. Bad Bob.
The light colored waterbuck is apparently quite rare, being the only one with that coloration in these parts. Couldn’t prove it one way or the other by me, but that is what our driver says. Guide is a word that should never be used to describe these guys. My guess just looking at them and listening to them talk on the radio is that they are Afrikaners, descendants of the people that imposed apartheid.
Marula tree, the fruit of which is used to make Amarula, the wonderful South African liqueur. Haven’t ever had it? Give it a try, it is great.
These things are huge. There are buffalo, there are bison and then there are the Cape Buffalo. No wonder it is one of the Big Five.
Hyena at night.
The chef at this camp is absolutely awesome. Everyone talks about how good the food is. In my book he could easily get a job most anywhere in the world. You never know where you are going to cross paths with greatness. And with that, it’s a great time to end the blog for the day.