Oh brother where art thou?

A quick drive through the Manyeleti on limited roads for self-drive, but a nice afternoon. Spent time with a family of Southern Ground Hornbills. Couple youngsters and a sub-adult and the parents. The male tried all he could to offer his delicacy to his mate who couldn’t be bothered. He kept tailing behind her, catch up only to have her run off again. Poor guy. He kept at it though.

Frog legs are a delicacy. She just wasn’t having it. He kept carrying the recently departed frog and following her around for at least half hour.

A nice breeding herd of Cape Buffalo wallowed briefly near a waterhole. It think they lost one of their members as the lions were unusually loud from the same direction that night with intermittent sounds of death. The circle continues.

The drive from Manyeleti to Sabi Sands and Cheetah Plains Lodge was brief. I ambled along as slowly as I could especially once in the Sabi Sands. Hardly an arduous journey. The sun was searing and no rain relief in sight. Lush and green with tall multitudes of grasses in full bloom. Dusty smell wiped up with every light gust of wind, giving just enough relief from the heat to make it tolerable. Long stretched roads and cutlines. Just as advertised.

Cheetah Plains was a little oasis. And my last and final treat for the entirety of the trip. Rondavels surrounding the main portion of the lodge. Dam side pool and wonderful staff at the ready. A dam that luckily had filled not even a month prior after a sudden torrential deluge. Now it housed at least 5-6 hippos. Sitting poolside listening to the laughing call of the hippo with the ever-busy Buffalo Weavers chattering away and fluttering at blazing speeds. Perfect place to contemplate nothing at all but the wonder beset before you or at least until the afternoon game drive.

The sunset drive, with guide extraordinaire – Andrew, was on point. Blazing heat of the sun, with the promise of relinquishing its hold, beats down upon you. Cool breeze on the back of the vehicle and a sunlit beastie before you. The pale golden pelage juxtaposed with the black-white patching of a Marula tree. Perfection.

Better yet this young leopardess is Xongile. One of two cubs to the very famous Karula. I’ve known Xongile and her twin brother Hosana since they were hours old when Brent happened upon them. And now there she is. She really is an exquisite leopard.

Sleepy little kitten.

And tomorrow is her first birthday. I may have sung happy birthday to her, quietly, but it may have happened. We spent quite some time with the sleeping beauty until she roused,  stretched and repositioned. We follow suite round the tree.

Pensive into the yonder.
Nope just a squirrel
She really is a gorgeous leopard.

Eventually we say our good byes, round the tree and come face-to-face with none other than the Terrapin Terror himself, Hosana. Tormenting yet another Terrapin. I don’t know if he ever eats them or just carries them around, swatting at them and just traumatizing them. This one did eventually get away, once HRH (his royal highness) became bored. A couple last swats for good measure and done.

Hosana – and that poor terrapin.
He looks so innocent doesn’t he.Those eyes. Me, nah, I’m not doing a thing. Nope, nothing at all.

Not to long after he released the Terrapin and did a quick bout of grooming, Xongile climbed down from her perch and was now in stalk mode. The two stalked each other for a few, each popping their head up over the tall grass to see where the other was. Xongile’s poorly planned sneak attacked landed her in the pond. Forlorn but not willing to give in she continued the stalk. The reunion was quick, sweet and soon teeth and claws were barred until Xongile gave Hosana the look and allo-grooming soon began. Hosana had a limited tolerance for the tick biting technique of Xongile and soon turned his back and marched off.

Hey brah, happy birthday!
And the teeth come out. I’m sure they were debating who’s the oldest.
Nice comparison off them both. The colour difference is fairly evident in a side by side as are the muzzles.

The majority of the drive was spent with these two trouble makers. Hosana is much darker and has Karulas’ characteristically squat muzzle. Xongile is lighter but has a less squashed muzzle. Just gorgeous. What an afternoon.

On the way back to the lodge, we swung to the other side of the lodge dam for a special treat. One of the two Cheetah brothers made an appearance.

Longingly looking for his brother.

They had recently been split and had not yet reconnected. A quick contact call from the tallest termite mound around and he was off. And then flop onto the road for a quick dusting off, roll over, and good to go.

Never too late for a quick roll
But seriously though, have you seen my bro?!

This drive will be hard to top. The following drives came close but birthday leopards are hard to outdo. One of the Birmingham Boy Coalition male lions made an appearance (I think Tinyo, but not sure) and a Styx Pride female. Slept as lions do.

In a state of ennui.

And everything else too.

African Hoopoe
This black-bellied bustard occupied the same termite mound every single drive.
Laughing dove nest.
Steppe Buzzard all the way from the Steppe mountains in Russia.
I’m so pretty!
Oh so pretty. Loving the bloom. Not sure if a Jackal can frolic in the meadows but this one was sure trying to.
Side-stripped Jackal
Plated Lizard.

The quick stop in Sabi Sands was exceptional not only to see the Xongile and Hosana on the eve of their 1st birthday but to meet the WE crew too. These past two days have been incomparable. Alas, all good things come to an end and I’m headed back to The Kruger and continue journey south from Skukuza, Lower Sabie to Crocodile Bridge before heading to Swaziland.

WE Moments

To some, this is nothing more than a picture of a vehicle. A few may even identify it as some sort of safari vehicle. But some of you, my fellow WE Safarians and Djuma junkies, you will recognize it as Rusty and all that it entails.

A couple of days ago, a unique opportunity presented itself.  To not only meet the crew but to go behind the scenes of Wild Earth/Safari Live. This was far beyond my wildest imaginings. I presumed my frantic waving and fan-girling, when they drove by various sightings, would be the extent of it. (My spastic attempts to wave alarmed the other passengers I may be having some sort of fit.) But, thanks to Gary at Cheetah Plains, I was not only able to fulfill a promise I made and thank this amazing group in person, but I was able to visit FC and watch the show go live and enjoy a behind the scenes view alongside Jamie.

Djuma dam cam and the twice daily safaris have been of great solace personally and professionally. For years, I have reveled in them, sharing them with staff, co-workers and patients and their families. The long hours, bad calls and sometimes those nights in the PICU when despite it all we lost, this show served as a refuge, a respite, an escape. Many of my patients and their families enjoyed the distraction from coping with more than anyone should. As did the staff trying to get them through. For others, it was a voice, a starting point, common ground to begin to heal. Needless to say, this show has had a profound influence on my world. Somewhat obvious now, given my current gallivanting.

I have watched the show change and grow over the years with the guided hand of Graham Wallington. As individuals, the cast and crew are all accomplished, but together this hodge podge of personalities draws you in.

It’s not just the bipeds. The main feature is just as charismatic with a plethora of personas. You watch these creatures grow from cuddly fluff balls to Terrapin Terrors like Hosana. Amber eyes shoot annoyed looks and snarls at the latest Birmingham Boy trying to mate. Each drive is full of characters; animals and human alike. And the knowledge they dispense plays a large role in the conservation of this great savannah.

Their passion and enthusiasm is infectious and they remain always at the ready to answer any question from their viewers. And those long nights are soon forgotten with awe and not infrequent fits of hysterical laughter with streams of tears. Often at the hand, quite literally, of James and a marker. A disclaimer really is needed whenever he has a marker in hand. Or perhaps an interpretive Nyala dance by Brent, let’s not forget Jamie vs. tree, and the ever-colourful Thumb. Even the new recruits get in on the malarkey, Tayla and Tristan.

Tracking lessons, birding lists, bush walks with Stefan and the always nearly impossible tree quiz fill notebooks. Laptops cram with screen shots, bird lists grow and a deeper appreciation for all of nature’s creatures abounds. It is so much more than just a live interactive safari.

So, hop on the world’s largest safari vehicle and join in on the shenanigans. Be warned, continued viewing, in some, may lead to sudden bank account depletion and trans-Atlantic flights!

Thank you WE.



I’m a little rusty, but I’ll get back in the swing of things….;p

After collecting Springbok and a few groceries I headed north to Misty Mountains to say hello to William and Adri. The mist and on again-off again rain captured the essence of the beautiful northern aspect of SA. After a quick stop over it was straight on to Kruger National Park for the following week. Of course I managed to chase a few birds around too!

Be the Bee
Not sure what kind of butterfly but it was larger than my palm and purrty
Amethyst Sunbird, at last! I have tried to get this little bugger since Tanzania.
Tiny Sunbird, I think. That little flash of yellow by the wing can make it one of 3 but I think it’s the Tiny variety.

The rain and mist followed my trail to Punda Maria Gate and subsided as I entered the park. Armed with coffee, yes I brought my own coffee this time with a hand-mill and all. Instant just isn’t the same.

A lot has changed since I departed SA, the dry season ended and the wet season was upon us. And with that the barren dry, brown surroundings have now turned to lush green bush and tall grasses and field flowers. Wonderful to behold but boy oh boy does it make it hard to see anything. Animals may be laying right next to the road but in that tall grass you’re lucky if you spot an ear. Along with the tall grasses have come massive herds of ungulates that survived the drought and of course all the migrant birds. And the bloody mosquitos and flies too!

Woodland Kingfisher
Caught in the act. Giving off his characteristic call of chirp-chrrrrrrrr!
Widow bird.
Welcome to my crib. And if the lady doth protest she tears it apart leaving him to start anew.
Whattled Starlings.
Starling basking in the morning light midst the rains.
Johnny the cautious Francolin.
Laughing Dove
Brown Snake Eagle with the death glare. His hair wasn’t quite photo ready.
European Roller sing-song.
The very haunting Grey Headed Bushshrike. It’s earned the name of the ghost bird for it’s ghostly haunting call. So hard to get a photo off. This one starred me down, but I got him.


Flamboyant Red Bishop.
Namaqua Dove trying to dry off.
Lapet Faced Vulture.
A new one, European Roller.
Say hello to my little friend, European Bee-Eater.
Black-winged Kite.
Bennett’s Woodpecker
Ever popular, African Grey Hornbill
Gorgeous African Fish Eagle.
Thick-Knee or Dikkop a nocturnal bird.
Fiery-necked Night Jar.
Whatcha got there….Spotted-Eagle Owl

Then there is the weather. Gone are the dry heat days and cool nights. Replaced by blazing hot days with equally high humidity. Eye-balls sweating, sweat sweating days and nights. Relief comes intermittently with quick rains which also bring abundant release of the bugs.

I started up north in Kruger National Park and slowly bumble my way down south. With a quick jaunt out for a few days, currently, before heading back to Skukuza in a couple of days.

The elephants, buffalo, zebra, wildebeest abound. I’ve missed the sounds of the birds and insects during the day and the night call of Hyena and Lions in the distance. To be awake daily by the dawn chorus, no complaints here, just bliss, mosquitos and all!

Fields of plenty. Quelea birds float through out in large hoards of flapping wings in ballet like movement. Too quick to capture on film so a lovely herd of Zebra instead.
Rains have brought these guys out too.
Nom nom nom, little steenbuck.
They are cute, when they are not stealing your food. Baby Vervet playing innocently.
Allo-grooming is a family affair for the Chacma Baboons. She’s so little.
Klipspringer. They blend in so well.
Look at those hooves, perfect for rock climbing.
Bedraggled and sopping wet Nyala in the afternoon showers.
Regal Kudu and his spiral horns. Three full twists, he’s an old feller.
Hyena cub, yet to get his spots. Only brave enough to pop out the den site.
Cousin is far braver, as his spots start to appear so does the bravery.
This young’ has her spots but it’s nap time.
Older sis looking on bemused.
Are you feeling’ lucky punk? Are ya?!
Steenbuck trying very hard to channel a rock and not be seen.
Look at this cuteness and he is so fierce.
But oh so tiny, here he is next to momma.
Ellie games, sibling pile on!!!
And when you stumble everyone lends a trunk to help you up. So young still wobbly!
Do not adjust your screens, for real, a leucystic impala. I guess it would have to happen genetics being what they are but how cool is that.
I’m the king of the hill, no I am.

And the night drives were also fruitful.

This fuzzy rodent, known as the kruger-roo, is called a Springhare, but it has no relation to the hare family, it’s a rodent. What’s in a name.
Civet posing for his 5 minutes of fame.
African Wild Cat, similar to a grey domestic cat but slender and with longer legs. This one reminds me of a very dear friends former cat, Petunia. Doubt this one would only eat ice cream and ham but you never know.

As I work my way south the topography changes, as one would expect in a park as big as Belgium. The eastern aspect of SA, the western tidbit of Mozambique and a small portion of southern Zimbabwe form the Greater Limpopo Transfrontier Park.

I’ve made it as far as Satara before heading out to the Timbavati area. Olifants was nestled on a hilltop overlooking the Olifants river. Very picturesque. Satara is more plains-like with fields of long grasses and herbivores around every corner. Lions plentiful, leopards still elusive spotted little buggers that they are.

Blocking traffic of the bridge and looking less than happy with all the rain.
Yoga level: Master Yogi
What disturbs our slumber? The rain, skies opened up and the ladies were not too happy. Can you spot all 8? Trust me they’re there.
You can so hear them muttering FFS, not the rain again.
Sweet dreams of the li-ons
Ok, ok, ok, how about this one, this is my serious pensive look.
Yawning is contagious even in the animal world. And every time I see this photo I yawn too, lol!
So how do I get in to this tin can for the soft and easy morsels inside?  Anyone have a can opener?
Night fades and the teeth come out.
How you doin’?

And wild dogs, well, as always awesome. A pack of 25 along the roadside heading west was perfect. I believe they are known as the Orpen pack. Hard to believe there are only about 3000 of these amazing animals left. Feel very privileged to spend time with them.

Squirrel! Love, love, love these guys! Curious and so darn fast to keep up with. Luckily it was too darn hot to do much but amble to and from the water.


So hot, eye’s heavy, must stay awake
Flop. Nothing but a doggy pile on a hot day.
Chewing on brothers face is always fun.
This twig it must be my new chew toy.

Here’s to leopards, cheetah and more of the stuff that makes this park great!

Once more with feeling!

Here we go again. I’m back and full of excitement and angst. I made the 40+ hour journey again and was awoken this morning to Crested Barbets and Hadida Ibis calling. Now, I patiently more or less, await for the Springbok reunion. I have missed my four-wheeled wonder and I think my friends are tired of hearing bakkie stories and the tales of awesomeness, lol! Plan is simple, so far. After Springbok reunion, yay, a drive to the local grocery and re-acquaint myself with the left-sided, right-sided car/driving stuff and spend a couple lovely days in Joburg. Head north to Louis Trichard to pick up where I left off. And then off to the Kruger. Now the road conditions and the rain gives me some trepidation but it’s all part of the adventure. May need to by my first pair of gum boots. I’ll keep you all posted.

The road to SA

The drive to SA border was rather quick with a small handful of memorable stops. I loaded Springbok with wonderful coffee from the Utengule Plantation and headed for the Zambian border. A quick crossing, relatively, and off to The Africa Manor House that everyone recommended. Should have done a little more research as I was being ushered away. Appears to be a rather posh place that MUST have reservations and only on specific days. I was directed to the Kapishya Hot Springs, as they do not require a reservation and they will take anyone without a reservation. Yup she made it perfectly clear, I had no reservation. Sheesh.

Sorry. So off I ventured down the lovely red clay road to said Hot Springs. Now I’m not sure what I was expecting. A small puddle of water which you snap a quick picture at or a hot spring like we have in the mountains but it was a place to spend the night, and a pleasant surprise. A real hot spring and soaking in it until a wonderful pho was ready for dinner was just what I needed. Now all the fur babies around was an added bonus. Definitely a lovely place and a must re-visit.

A wonderful night with an early start. Next stop the Old Farm House. I somehow managed to be the only one at this campsite. The food was by far the best food I have had to date. All farm to table, which I love, and plenty of walks around the grounds to attempt to walk off that fabulous food. The jams, the butter the everything….so so good.

Next stop was just outside Lusaka at another farm. The rooster and donkey having an early, and I mean early, morning disagreement was quite the wake up call. Quick stop in Lusaka and off to the Kazungula border crossing via ferry into Botswana. I left early enough to prepare for the ferry crossing. Snacks within arms reach as the wait to cross can be lengthy. Only one lorry and one car can make the quick minute crossing at a time. Miraculously I managed to make it straight through, no wait, none and straight across. Quick border crossing and back into Botswana.

Chobe, drier than when I left it but still wonderful. Lions, birds, and my favourite Wild Dogs.  A couple of days treat before heading further south. The excitement of getting to South Africa was now really starting to show. Little did I know what was to unfold.

African Skimmer. Note how small the top or maxillary portion of the beak is in comparison to the mandibular. ‘Cause it’s a skimmer!
Southern Carmine Bee Eater.
African elephant, easy spot by its size but note the ear is also the shape of Africa.
Two giants on Sedudu Island.
Lions taking in some shade
Wild Dog


From Chobe it was a quick ride to Elephants Sands and the only waterhole, although man-made, for miles. The elephants would fight over drinking positions and they trumpeted and cried out through the day and night. It was rather sad hearing them plea for water. Some even managed to get their trunks into the toilets to drink any water they could reach. This drought has been rather tough on all the animals. Hope the rains come soon.

Woodlands stopover was a nice little place on the river but the river was completely dry and the Woodland Kingfisher, not quite time for them to return. Off to the Limpopo and an amazing little jewel – Limpopo River Lodge. The night before was spent at Tuli Wilderness and I had left my only jersey. Luckily it was only 40 minutes away and en route to the border crossing I was planning to go for. The bushbuck, crocodiles and birds at Limpopo were great and the drive on the property reserve was fun too. Very very dry.

Bushpig at Tuli, as long as I was very still and quiet she was busy eating.
African Hawk-Eagle
Purple Roller

I retrieved my beloved jersey and off for the border. The border between Botswana and RSA was fun, a dry river bed. You literally drive across the river. Too bad the rest of it wasn’t as fun. After the whole border crossing snafu and impending deportation I ventured to Joburg and returned my Springbok to his owners. But I managed to spend two wonderful days at Mysti Mountain at Louis Trischard, with the wonderful owners, staff and cook. It was a much-needed respite after the emotions of the days prior. And prepare for the Joburg drive.

My four-wheeled wonder.

I spent a couple of days wallowing before spending 40+ hours making my way back home.

As stated previously my trip has not come to an unceremonious end. Rather, I shall pick it up right back where it ended mid-January. With the rain and all the birds back for the summer it shall be just grand. So if your interested in joining me for all, part or have suggestions of places to see, drop me a line. Until then, camera and lenses must be repaired and I need to edit some photos. Keep an eye out for prints etc.

Happy Holidays!

7 days to vacate

That’s the greeting I got when I re-entered South Africa yesterday morning. Full of excitement and ready for the ultimate ending. I have dreamt about this part of the trip. I have planned booked and paid for all of it. The next 8 weeks were to be the best of all. The piece-de-resitance, cherry on top of my sojourn. But because of a simple error I have been told I must return to my country of origin in 7 days. When I first arrived in Cape Town I was given a tourist visa stamp and not a transit visa for the 4 days I was in South Africa before crossing into Namibia. Those 90 days kept ticking despite my departure from the country. You can apply for an extension but one must be aware of the problem to apply the solution. I had no idea. Should the immigration officer asked more questions, should I have been more informed? You decide. All I know is that the trip of a lifetime has been marred with bitterness and beaurocratic bullshit. Yes, I said it. I am beyond gutted. Many tears have been shed. And getting yelled at by the current immigration officer was less then appreciated.

I have met amazing people along this journey. To all of you, I say, thank you from the bottom of my heart. You have made it extra special. Even here at Misty Mountain in Louis Trichardt the owners, the chef, have been nothing but amazing. To Mariska and Luan of South Africa 4×4, thank you for all the work and help along the way and for all the help in the past 24 hours as I desperately drove back and forth from the border post to the immigration office etc. I can’t believe it is ending like this. But I have no choice. I will go back, regroup and figure out how to pay for a return to finish this trip. I cannot, will not let it end like this.

Follow those vultures!

Marangu was as wonderful as the previously with the added bonus of a home cooked meal. Jackie had invited me to her home for a home cooked meal as she had cooked her sons favourite meals before heading off to Cambridge. After good food and company and I was ready to set out for Dar Es Salaam and Zanzibar. Well to be accurate Zanzibar is the collection of both islands (Unguja and Pemba).

Ok, I’ve thought long and hard about the road to Dar, and I still can’t stand Dar. Why? Well you’ll find out soon enough. I made great time until about 40 km outside Dar. That’s when my first ever, not first on this continent, but first ever speeding ticket occurred. And it was bogus to boot. Tanzania is known for its speeding ticket scams and I was the latest victim. There is no way on this planet I was going the speed their whatsapp photoshopped picture of Springbok with a speed reading showed. The truckers and buses are too crazy for me to ever go that speed. But I have no leg to stand on to argue the validity of their proof. I begrudgingly coughed up the fee. This was my introduction and it did not get any better. Just meters from the Toyota Service station my tire was stabbed. Great. Then the hotel I stayed that had great reviews on TripAdvisor was anything but. Moving on. Ferry ride was great and Unguja was amazing.

I stayed at Dolphin Safari Lodge in Kizimikaze. There are a bunch of things to do on the island. And Patric can help you arrange them all. Stone Town Tour, Spice tour, swim with the Dolphins or a spectacular trip into the mangroves in a dug out canoe and sleep in a bush camp after waiting for the Greater Bushbabies to come and snack on bananas. Or see the Red Colobus, that live only on Zanzibar, in Jozani Forest. Or you can do what I did and impersonate the flora and be a beach bum. I sat in the tide going out, played in the water coming in. Stepped on urchins, not willingly mind you just a small price to pay for wondering the ocean floor during low tide. I sat on hammocks and chairs and just took it all in. Food was amazing and Patric is a great host. I had the pleasure of meeting Henri a professional photographer from Germany and his lovely wife as well as Christof and his wife. Also, Jon, Patrics’ son who was visiting for the first time. And the amazing staff including Anise and Ali. Family style dinners with this group were an absolute pleasure and conversation endless. A great way to relax and replenish the battery for the trip to come. I had intended to do all the things but doing nothing won me over. Wasn’t much of an argument, lol!


This cutie is Kiruku, my little pal during my stay. There was plenty of fur baby therapy. Simba, Cheetah and Rocky and of course all the cats too.

Recharged and ready to get Springbok back from the service center I took the ferry back over 3 days later. Far too short of a time in this amazing place. A re-do is in order :).

So, Dar Es Salaam or as I know refer to it Dar Es Slammed did just that. I’m not exactly sure what the service centre did but I’ve had nothing but problems since. Strike #2. Then, the service center is 2.2 km from my new hotel. No way I was staying in the last place. That 2.2 km was the longest I’ve had. First another police officer decided I had done something illegal. I didn’t, and he gives me a ridiculously high fee. Fine, I asked for a receipt and the price drops. That’s the ultimate sign this is bogus but I was running late so I coughed up the much smaller amount. Jerk! The traffic was horrid and it took close to an hour to make that short drive. The hotel was wonderful and with a happy surprise.

Although I thought Ngorongoro would be my last dynamic duo gathering they were in Dar early. Yay! One more go round. And just what I needed, good friends, lots of alcohol and retail therapy. All provided by Nikita and Vincent. Eternally grateful to them both. We hopped into the bujaje or however it’s spelt. The Dar version of a Tuk-tuk and off to the peninsula for good food. I left early in the morning and escaped Dar without additional tickets and made my way to Morogoro before going to The Selous. I had all intention to go into Morogoro NP but I was not feeling well and sat around for a day. The road to the Selous that I had planned to take doesn’t actually exist. So I had to backtrack to almost Dar and head south. The disappearing road is a recurring theme, lol!

The Selous Game Reserve was fantastic, it cost me a driver side mirror. The road went well until the last 62 km when the road gets so narrow and overcrowded with thick bush I didn’t see the branch or dead tree until it had taken my driver side mirror. When I arrived at the camp the other 3 self drive vehicles also lost their mirrors. I felt better, misery likes company. The local mechanic bolted the mirror back into place so it didn’t dangle and when I returned to Morogoro I found an insert and we were back in business or good enough to avoid more tickets.

I had arranged to have two game drives in the Selous. And no I was not planning on self driving for once. I wanted to enjoy being driven around. But a young French couple who had spent the past month in Tanzania and this would be their only safari opportunity needed me. Literally. Because I was to have a solo game drive, no one else was doing a drive as the other self drives were there to fish, I would have to pay a solo fee. Ecks! The French couple had arranged a full day boat trip and were in the same situation. Except their price doubles in cost. After much discussion with the manager Jimmy,  we arranged for me to join them for the same price I would have had to pay regardless and they get to pay the lower price. Everyone happy. Boat trip means birds so you know I was extra happy.

The boat trip was wonderful. The river was deceptively shallow and we did get sand barged briefly. The birds, hippos and crocs were everywhere. No elephants, oddly. The cloudy windy weather may have had a role to play for the lack of elephants.

Yellow-Billed Storks in flight
3 stooges
Open-Billed Stork
Grey Kestrel
Gorgeous Malachite Kingfisher.
Brown-Hooded Kingfisher
Looks like a Barbet by it’s colouring but the beak is wrong so your guess is as good as mine. To be named birds. (Update: REd-Throated Twinspot)
Broad-Billed Rollers, I think.
Finally. Let me introduce you to the Northern Carmine Bee-Eater. It knows it’s purty.


This is where the Bee-eaters live. For real.
Food for the babes.
Beautiful Lappet-Faced Vulture
African Fish Eagle showing off its beauty.

The game drive started out rough but it was just as wonderful as the boat trip. Our driver tried to get close to the Hippos for the Danish couple who had joined me for the game drive. This was their third day in Africa and first ever Safari Drive. Well we got marred in the mud and almost tipped in. After trying to dig us out and trying to use the winch which was submerged another car had to come and pull us out. The driver and I were in the water trying to get us out and the couple were on Crocodile and Hippo watch. Few cuts and scraps but we were on our way. Well, a pee break first, which of course was witnessed by a game drive vehicle driving by. It was the only secluded spot….or so I thought.  Come on, really! Oh well.

We spent a fun time with playful Savannah Baboons. Even a game of ring-around-the-rosy before heading off.


I think this is how you do it.
Eventually he figured it out.
Hours old Impala’s. They are lambing early this year.
Maasai Giraffe walking the runway.

We had started the morning with 6 lions scattered around the base of various trees for shade.


Then I spotted some vultures off in the distance circling. The Safari guide was busy driving and had not spotted them. The roof does make it a little harder to spot things. After pointing them out he agreed to follow them. Thank goodness. We found dozens of vultures all around the area. Then the smell of death, a dead Cape Buffalo in the brush with huge crocs that had just scurried as we came. They had feasted on its face. But where are the lions responsible for this? A few meters away we found them on another kill, a rather fresh one. A nice male, 2 females and 2 cubs of different ages. The girl was the younger of the too and way more daring than older brother/cousin. We stayed here being the only vehicle for at least an hour before heading back to camp slowly.

This young lady has an appetite
Maybe if I paw it they’ll think I ate some.
Hello can you hear me?
Oh look a grass leaf.
Ok, let’s make this look good.
Brother came in to show her how it’s done.
Nom, nom, nom.
Wait that piece looks better.
I got this bro!
Then papa came in looking famished.
He’s not so much with the sharing.
Brother got the brunt of this brutes ill manner.


Eventually he just took the whole thing.
Cleaning after a good eating.
Little sister kept edging slowly towards the impala trying to get a nibble.
Brother walked by mom and bath time happened.
Behind the ears.
Come on mom, enough, they’re watching.


Nope you have a little bit here too.
I surrender just cut it out.
Sister made the same error.
She went for the distraction technique.
That look says it all.
Brother is a cutie.But those paws, oh he will be big.
Enough, honestly enough.
Auntie showing of her yoga move.
Utter contentment. Auntie happily enjoying a full belly and peace from the cubs.

And that was it, another wonderful experience. Worried for the remaining side-mirror I paid, again ridiculous, transit fee to go through the park. But the rains started. The normally easy-going dirt road back to Morogoro turned into thick and deep mud. Nothing Springbok can’t handle but the other cars and buses became dangerous as they slipped and slid all over. I would’ve loved to help them out but stopping in that muddy mess would have ended the trip so we slowly plugged along. Dirty but we made it. Now to head for the border. Ruaha was the plan originally but with funds near depleted and Springbok starting to limp from his service in Dar I opted out. Quick stay at The Old Farmhouse with the best food I have had to date and then to the coffee-house before making it back to Zambia. Tanzania had done me in, financially and physically. Time to say I’m out!

One last time…

I made my way out of the Serengeti through Ngorongoro Conservancy once more having paid the outrages transit fee. Stopped for a brief lunch at the overlook and headed for Panorama Camp that overlooks Lake Manyara. I spent the next day catching up on laundry and I managed, thanks to Paolo, arrange a day trip to the crater. And then the email that made my day. Vincent and Nikita were close to Arusha. After a brief convo they changed their plans and would drive to camp and join in on the day trip but continue on to the Serengeti. Yay! The best news in some time. And they were going to buy me some cheese too! Now that’s friendship, enabling your friends cheese addiction, lol.

I was so excited after the phone call I didn’t look were I was stepping and stepped right on a massive buffalo thorn that had no issues going through my sandals and deep into my foot. I tried to pull it out but only managed to get skin stuck in the sandal. Hopping into the dinning room, Paolo the assistant at the camp, approached me. He faked concern to distract me and in the process ripped the thorn out. I was grateful he did it as quickly as he did but wanted to deck him anyway. That sucker was deep and it hurt. But it was out. Another hobble to the car to clean the wound etc. That one took almost a month to heal.

Foot injury notwithstanding, the day was getting better. The Dynamic Duo were on their way. This would be our last get together as they head for Rwanda/DRC and I start to head south. But what fun we would have in Ngorongoro. Well, about that, you see I’ve may have angered some monkey or donkey or elephant or animal or something because my luck although it’s not bad it’s not necessarily good either. If it makes you say “are you kidding me” it’ll happen to me on this trip. And that held true. I felt bad and still feel bad for including my friends in my world of crazy.

We left the following morning for Ngorongoro Crater. A quick stop in town for the banking aspect and we should be on our way and at the crater by 11ish. It’s open until 1800 so that’s a decent amount of time. In realty we did not get to the crater until after 2 pm. Ya, seems like the safari car wanted nothing to do with the bad roads. The first flat tire, which then also had to be repaired. Then the second flat tire and odd smell from the safari car. You get the idea, the car wanted nothing to do with crater. And to complicate things, I had to be out of the whole park, not just the crater by 6 so that meant leaving even earlier. Sadly, we only had 3 hours in the crater. But those 3 hours were spectacular.

We quickly came upon an amazing seen. Dozens of hyena at the sight of a cape buffalo kill and two lions trying to keep them at bay as they gorged themselves. They were barely hanging on when from the distance the 3 other brothers came to their aid. The first to arrive was just far too hot to do much more then stay in the shade of the vehicles. A moronic incident occurred that I inadvertently photographed, this would play a role when I left the park. All in all the crater is amazing with a very high population of hyenas and herbivores. We all thoroughly enjoyed our brief time. Time came for me to apparently get into a different vehicle which was far worse for the ware then the one we drove in. Quick goodbye with the dynamic duo and I was on my way out with 30 min to make it out and they headed for the wonder that is the Serengeti. I have since learned the crazy continued and got much worse after I left and the car well it continued to protest for the entirety of the trip. Once again, sorry guys! My own issues happened when I arrived at the gate and the incident had reached the rangers. I was worried they would keep my pictures but instead they just wanted to see what I had on film of the incident in question as serious consequences were to go down. Not for me but for the moron involved. That sorted I was headed back to Panorama Safari Camp and a day trip self drive to Lake Manyara in the morning. Fingers crossed for tree climbing lions as Lake Manyara supposedly is the home for them.

The water level was so low the hippos were rolling over to stay wet. They look like otters, lol!
How absolutely ridiculous is it to see a hippo roll over. So hilarious.
Golden Jackal, didn’t even know there was such a thing. Apparently only in the Crater. Not sure about that last tidbit.
The scene. Line of hungry hyenas and two hot, angry lions wanting to eat in peace.
I love the hyena on the far right just chillin’ paws in the air like he just don’t care.
He was less than impressed with the hyena’s pushing their luck and trying to steal a bite. The occasional jackal braved a walk by too.
As more brothers approached the hyena’s scattered, not to far off but at least pouncing distance away.
He was having none of it. Too bloody hot.
And this, this is the spot, I’ll just hang here a bit.
After scattering the hyena’s he set to work on the feast.
All paws and gnashing teeth.
Brindled wildebeest or gnu.
If you have gnu’s you have zebies. Best of pals in the land of carnivores.
Salt pan in the distance
Distant ostrich doing a mating dance. Showing us his best Flashdance moves.
And plie
Oxpecker on the top of the rump hitching a ride.
3 musketeers.

Lake Manyara offered many amazing sightings but no tree lions. Just another reason to go back to the Serengeti. I drove the majority of the park trying desperately to see a carnivore in a tree. I didn’t find a carnivore let alone in a tree. Still a wonderful day had. Off to Tarangire in the morning.


Blue Monkey, not a morning monkey. No coffee or kasava just leaves. You’d look the same too.
A little perspective.
Huge flock of pelicans along Lake Manyara. Preening and cooling off. It was a hot hot day. Just enough wind to be tolerable.
I think he was trying to cool off but he was strutting like this showing off that bootie that maybe I’m engaged and I didn’t even know it.
Squadron leader, coming for a low fly over.
Trumpeter Hornbill
White-Bellied Go-Away bird.

The drive to Tarangire was quick and camp was frustrating without water although abundant ablution blocks. As soon as you enter, the birds, which in the wet season, are spectacular and very unique in Tarangire. Not quite there yet in the dry season but to be greeted by Lovebirds is a fantastic way to start.

Yellow-Collared Lovebird
The three tenors.

The park was very dry even the river was quite low. But that didn’t hinder the sightings any.

Must have been a big feast by the look of that belly. Never did find the meal in question. Thirsty kitty and vulture in the back.
Too much effort to stand and drink, and I can cool off at the same time. Multitasking at it’s best.
Ellies, Zebies, and Wilde’s and one very small river.

The next day started off very well. I drove around a corner to find this lovely group of boys. And in the process met a group of lovely ladies from Holland. They were grateful for the sighting and kindly invited me for dinner as they were staying at the camp too, but with a chef. Ramen noodles were less than appealing for a second night and I happily agreed. We would keep running into each other through out the day.

Brotherly love, soon replaced by biting, clawing and rolling about.
You’re never too old to use your brother for a pillow.
It was a very hot day and no wind. Everything, absolutely everything was either under a tree, in a tree or on a tree to cool of.
Bum scratcher. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle.
This bundle of cuteness was showing off how big he is. He trumpeted and chased every impala around. Fierce, so fierce.
Cuteness overload.
Black-Crowned Crane


Thought I was at Mana Pools for a second. But he stayed on the ground.
Europen Honey-Buzzard Dark Morph
Martial Eagle
Namaqua Dove
Red-and-Yellow Barbet hunting for termites.
White-backed Vulture

Dinner was wonderful and I met a friend of Jackie’s son. Lovely conversation and an early start to make my way back to Marangu Hotel before heading to Dar Es Salaam.


Wait, what number was I on?

Hello all, yes I know it is way overdo but here we go and it’s a long one. Serengeti and getting there. Crossing from Tsavo into Tanzania was fairly straight forward but long. The main issue was that the lady had 3 problems. The cellphone she was talking on, the other cellphone she was texting on and then me and my papers. The papers, done wrong of course, were the crux for us both. 2 hours later and I was on my way to Marangu Hotel.

Marangu Hotel, a beautiful place at the base of Kilimanjaro and owned by Jackie (Katie’s Mum) an avid birder. Friendly and wonderful staff and food. The garden is amazing and the bird life, I mean unreal. Pete, local bird extraordinaire and former active conservationist was an added delight. To spend a day in the garden watching all the birds and having Pete rattle of the names, bird after bird that fly by, and those on my computer screen was awesome. I managed to stump him on one, briefly. And then there was the African Hobby. The bird, a falcon, but also a great hobby. A rare bird to see let alone 3 and one being a juvenile. They happened to be nesting high-up on a tree that was visible from the garden. What an amazing day in the garden. And the added bonus a field trip. Before leaving I was able to join Jackie, her sweet daughter Ella and Pete at the TPC Sugar Plantation. They have multiple waterways and excellent bird life especially flamingos. We had watched the local bird life and were becoming a little restless without a flamingo sighting and were about to wonder to a different waterhole when Jackie stated look flamingos. I thought one or two but it was a big flock. And as soon as this one landed more flocks came. Time passed and pretty soon I had to make my way to Karatu before heading to the Serengeti and Ngorongoro. I look forward to my return visit.

The African Hobby
In flight
Silvery-Cheeked Hornbill
How awesome is that bill.
Bronze Sunbird, I think. Jackie or Pete feel free to correct me on that one.
Variable Sunbird
Finally a Pygmy-Kingfisher
Weaver smack-down
Little guys in the back are White-Winged Terns
These two are Black-Winged Stilt
The Flamingo entrance
They just kept coming
Standing at attention.
Nothing more graceful in flight than a Sacred Ibis.
Like ballerina’s in the air.

And then there was the Serengeti. First you have to drive through Ngorongoro conservancy which was 60 USD (one way), but now the prices have gone up and add 18% tax to everything and you have a whole extra digit to that price. It’s all weight based, and the first estimate was for a truck truck and not my stealth Springbok. The worst part as a conservancy it must be cash.

Slight problem with this plan. The narrow, winding, climbing road through Ngorongoro (not the crater) is also used by transport trucks. Can you see the problem with this. Well two met at a rather narrow bend and managed to jack-knife into each other and block traffic both ways. I’m fuming at this point as I was quoted 254 USD one way to go through the conservancy, the wrong price but I didn’t know that yet, and now I’m stuck. For the love of all things. Well, at least I wasn’t one of the endless people stuck on the way out who had to exit by a given time, as the entrance to these parks is time based, or those that had flights to catch. In the infinite wisdom that is the local traffic police the trucks were not allowed to move until they showed up. That usually means a wait of 2-3 hours. We gathered round, hummed hawed and I made coffee with the gas cooker to laughing onlookers. Hey, the only thing to calm me down is a cup of coffee, why not, not like I’m going anywhere. And a miracle occurred. The police arrived in 30 minutes and we were on our way in 40. A quick stop at the overlook and off to the main office to pay the extortion money.

View from the look out into the crater
Closer look into the crater.

Hurray, the main gate guy doubled the weight of the car and now my price has over halved. Still a ridiculous amount of money but better than 254. Off we go to the Serengeti.

Now I was warned, repeatedly, about how bad the road from Ngorongoro to the Serengeti was. I thought after Opuwo, really how bad can it be. They weren’t kidding. It’s corrugated hell. It feels like hanging onto a jack hammer and it’s all the way through the Serengeti. My hands went numb at times. All the main roads, every last one. Bolts fell out. Things had to be tightened and new bolts added. I mean it was rough. And you look drunk driving as you go from side to side trying to find an easier path, there is not one to be had. The corrugations get bad enough the car gets tossed about and that’s going 20 KMH no highway speeds here. I earned my drivers points on that road and Springbok well he was shaken, stirred and tossed. Poor thing. He got a couple new bolts too. Thank goodness for the one and only petrol station and garage.

Finally the Serengeti gate, after maneuvering through Ngorongoro and endless Maasai kids ready to “perform” or hawk their wares to the tourists. And then the fees.

Ok there is now way around it. Serengeti is bloody expensive especially as a solo self-drive. Period! Dig deep into your pockets and in my case twice. Because the first large bill for the 4 nights didn’t include the car and of course the 18% tax , there is always another fee. But, and really I mean but it is WORTH. EVERY. PENNY. Every last one, break that porcelain pig open. No doubts, no regrets except not staying longer. Hands down the best place to go for what I’m about to show you. Would sell a kidney to go again, it’s that good!

I cross the gate, now doubly poor, Tanzania is not for the self-drive solo traveller, too bloody expensive. I digress. 10 minutes in and there we go our first sighting….cheetah.

I thought it was just this beautiful creature in the shade
But there you guys go, double the fun!
Brothers, most likely. How awesome, and within minutes of entering the park. Both sleepy kitties.

If this is how it’s going to start we are in for a treat. The savannah of the Serengeti was abundant in animal life. The Wildebeest had just started to migrate into the far north, sadly I missed that from the Maasai side, next time. And the rest is all scattered in this amazing park the size of Belgium.

There are a number of public camps around the central portion of the park, Seronera. This is also where the tourist office is. No maps, of course that’d be convenient and what looks like high schoolers running the place so their info is not the most assuring or accurate. They rattled off a few camps but couldn’t tell me how to get there. They pulled out a map, circa 1800, covered in dead spiders. Um, I think I’ll wing it. Not to hard really there are markers. As I drive along I notice I’m, as far as I can see, the only self drive vehicle here. There are endless safari cars, even in the public camps. I’m the only solo act. This shall be interesting. I quickly check a handful of camps, all basic some a little less run down then the others and I call one home. And now off to see what we can find. As a rule I try not to follow safari vehicles. If I cross one on my path then sure I’ll see what’s up but I don’t chase after them. There’s no fun in that.

I like using the knowledge I’ve gathered from the WildEarth SafariLive crew over the years. If you don’t know check them out @ http://www.wildsafarilive.com or Wildearth.tv, twice a day everyday live game drives from the Sabi Sands. I’ve learned an immeasurable amount from these guys. And I’ve been able to put it into practice on this adventure to many rewarding sightings. See the behaviour of the other animals, birds, prey and deciphering where the predator is. Or plain dumb luck at times. All in all I love stumbling onto things. And that’s just what I did. I drove down the main road, or bounced I should say and turned off on a side road. Tsetse flags were up so maybe I may make it out of here unscathed. Safari cars zip by as I amble down the path slowly and then wait what’s that under the tree. And then within minutes we have a performance of sorts.

The stud muffin. Chicks dig scars.
It’s a tough job making lion cubs
You can see his anguish, he knows what’s to come
And a painful one too. He has a barbed penis, not so pleasant. The females often rear back and swat them or bite. Often the males will hold the female down by the neck until the quick copulation is over. And it goes on like this every 15 odd minutes for up to 3-5 days.

A few more herbivores and it was back to camp before sunset. What an awesome start. The night was filled with Hyena whoops, distant lion calls and the occasional belch of an Impala. Best night sounds ever.

Early start the next morning and back to see if our love birds are still around.

Sisters in the morning light. Listening to distant lion call. They were calling from both sides. And a little ways away the mating pair were still going strong.
Quick birding intervention…
Mouse for breakfast, yum.
You looking at me?!

After the mating pair I continue to wonder in this amazing place. Swatting the damn tsetse flies as I go. And then the next find followed by the next and next. I stopped counting lions at 30. And I’m on my own, I do not have the luxury of game radios like the safari vehicles and I stopped counting after 30 separate lions, I mean it was too much and if I’m perfectly honest I just lost track of what number I left off at. The prides of 8+. And all melting in the heat. There was a little bit of a breeze so no lions in a tree.

Too darn hot.
Lion pile
They hide so well
And yes the shade of a vehicle is fair game.
She’s so unimpressed with the heat.

And then I stumble into this find. Nice place to eat lunch I think.


Their back paws are touching. Too cute.


The serious twin and the goof.


Warthogs just scuttled by.
Too hot to hunt. Let’s just look amazing for our adoring fans. By now the safari vehicles gathered. Time to make my exit.

And then I stumbled upon a row of at least 15 safari vehicles staring into a field. Ok, this I cannot pass, what are you staring at. The binos come out and…

Prey – Grant’s Gazelle
The attempted stalk. Sadly this one failed. Poor dear wandered to the river to sulk.

And if that wasn’t amazing enough my day ended with an African Drama, the circle of life. A small herd of Cape Buffalo with a baby and two very hungry looking lioness with the sunset fast approaching. Let’s play it out.

The players, two hungry lioness. 4 adult Cape Buffalo and a baby that’s strayed a little too far.
Attempt number 1, note the lioness on the throat to suffocate the calf and the massive claws gripping around the neck.
I was certain this was it but Momma, I think, stepped in.
Attempt #2. The calf was injured after the first attempt and as the herd tried to move on the gap between them grew. The calf bellowed and mom and the group came charging in again.
They surrounded the calf but again as they started to move for shelter as the sun was slowly going down, the calf just couldn’t keep up. Mom would race back every time the lioness would get close.
The ladies stood their ground.
The tale as old as time. Everything needs to eat.
Can you see the other female. Look closely.
Attempt #3, this one was it, for sure. The calf was down. No way.
The power.
Somehow it managed to bellow again.
Mom came charging in. The calf took a couple of minutes to come out of this one.
They waited patiently. The sun was setting. If they didn’t get it before, once it set the advantage is theirs and the calf is barely able to walk. It’s a done deal, just a matter of time.
The look of fear.
The little one held its ground. The sun was setting and I cannot be out after sunset so I have no idea if they got it. I assume so. Night time is their forte and this little one was bleeding, limping and barely walking. I think it’s safe to assume in this case he was a late night snack.

What a day. I had a hard time cataloging it all in my head, there were just too many sightings. Tomorrow I head north, or that’s what the tour boys told me. Off to the tented camp.

How to get lost in the Serengeti.

  1. Book a new tented camp in the middle of nowhere.
  2. Get bad directions that lead you completely in the opposite direction.
  3. Get coordinates texted to a kind safari guides phone.
  4. Now try to get to said coordinates.
  5. Congratulations you are now thoroughly lost in the Serengeti.

Yup, I could see the camp North of me, South of me, East of me and West of me but I’ll be damned if I couldn’t find the road that led me to camp. And there is no off-roading without a permit. Grrr! Nice sighting along the way though.

Fischer’s Lovebird
Jackson’s Hornbill
Mom and baby.
The calf is pretty young, mom gave a reassuring nudge.

I finally found camp after driving around for 2 hours. Turns out the herd of safari vehicles around one of the kopje’s or rock outcrops were inadvertently hiding the road. Once one moved I finally saw it. Nothing wrong with driving around the Serengeti Plains, but base camp is always good to find. The next morning was to be my ultimate day starting with a Hot Air Balloon ride.

The Balloon ride almost didn’t happen, but that’s not relevant. It did and what a start. I had to drive myself to the launch site and then one of their people would drive my car to the breakfast place where I would be free to wonder about the place. The camp was so remote they could pick me up but not drop me off. The self drive back to camp was a great compromise. So a driver, who was to pick up another client at the other camp near by, would lead and I was to follow. He was early, like 30 minutes early, before 5 early. Good thing I heard him coming I was ready and going within minutes. The camp even had a boxed lunch for me. How kind. We drive for a few minutes and he leaves me at a junction to pick up the other clients. There I am, in the middle of the Serengeti at night. Engine off, lights off, the night dark all around filled with endless stars and oh that milky way. How magical. We drive for about 30+ minutes to the launch site. The balloon ride by far, apart from the Gorillas, is the best thing I have done. Yes its expensive but it was the greatest thing ever. If I had to recommend one thing to do, this is it. No questions, no doubts, no hesitation.

I was off with the Serengeti Balloon Safaris, the oldest and mobile company, they head north for the migration too. And I had the best captain, Cpt Frank, who happened to be Canadian which made my day and the rest of the group was mainly Canadian too. How awesome. We start from the sitting position and then they heat the cold filled balloon for a gentle rise. I have yet to experience anything so breath-taking. We flew for about an hour, high and low, above hippos, hyenas and even lions. Yes, lions with cubs on a kill. Cpt Frank maneuvered us so close overhead the pics are wonderful. The views from above, I can understand why he’s stayed at this job for over 7 years. I’d do the same! And the breakfast that followed was a treat, champagne and all. Frank thanks for an epic ride, I’ll have to come back in the wet season to see the green view.

Sunrise from the air.


The lions.


All those hungry cubs.
Cape Buffalo running below.

This I will remember for a long time. As will the day that followed. This self drive was by far the best I’ve had in the 3+ months on the road. More Cheetah and Lions but then a few surprises too.

Let’s start with this Cheetah hunt, it is from a distance but hopefully you’ll get the idea. It was spotted on the way from the landing site to the breakfast spot.

Momma warthog and baby and two very well hidden cheetah. That’s one on the right and then on the far left you can just see the head of the other.
They split and one goes to the flank while the other goes to the front.
The warthogs had not idea even as they took off.
Mom and baby finally realize somethings up.
They split the pair up in the panicked run.
It’s all over.

This lovely beast was next as I made my way slowly back to camp and to check on the surprise.

How you doin’?
For my dental friends, see Alex he flosses too!

The Kopje’s are scattered around the south-eastern aspect. I spent most of my day wandering around these massive rock outcrops just awed at their presence. This handsome fella happened to be a nice find.

Sleepy kitty, too hot and that rock must be nice and cool.
Fine, fine, let me just spruce up a bit if you insist on taking my photo at least let me be put together.
Pose #1 – Brooding
Pose #2 – Come hither, his best Zoolander impersonation.
Pose #3 – Deep and pensive.
I’m to sexy it hurts. He laid back asleep for about 20 minutes and all the safari vehicles left. And then he came out to pose on his stoop. I mean I had a private showing. Patience, just a little patience.
Just for scale, he’s a brute.
Finally after posing for a good half hour he had enough. A quick stretch and back inside to cool off and ponder his next debut.

Leopard sightings are always exceptional. But my little (hint) surprise is even better. Remember when all those safari vehicles hid the road to camp, turns out they were all waiting to spot (hint) something special. I ventured to the same Kopje as it was the way to camp and found a huge overland vehicle taking up the space. I parked and sat and sat and sat. Once everyone had left and there was quiet the surprise showed up.

LEOPARD CUBS!!!!! Two cubs, this one was the ring leader. So precious.
Please don’t tell mum, I’m supposed to be hiding but it’s boring and sis just sleeps all day. Wanna play? Just don’t tell mom. Unfortunately mom never showed up but I know she was near.
Can you see cub two peeping through at the bottom. That’s as good as I could get of that one. Way too shy.


And that ended my last night in the Serengeti. I went back the next morning in the hopes of seeing them again but no luck and I had to be out of the park by noon. What did I tell you, EPIC! I will come back, without a doubt. I was devastated, honestly, to leave but it was time. Now I was supposed to stay in Ngorongoro but that didn’t happen as the camp didn’t arrange anything as previously planned. That’s ok, serendipity had a hand to play but that’s for next time.