Join us this week and share this experience; the day we first discovered South Africa’s most famous and oldest nature reserve...
|Bridge over the Crocodile River into the Park|
Although M and I have spent a lot of time in the bush, much of it in Timbavati, bordering the Kruger Park, where M’s family had farms; we had never actually been into the Kruger (as locals know it). We were living near Nelspruit, Mpumalanga in 2002 (when this happened) and were about to leave for a doctor’s appointment in Johannesburg when his (the doc's) office called to cancel – there had been some emergency… Suddenly, on this beautiful, early August morning, there was a whole day in front of us and giddy with the prospect, we decided to play hooky!
|Kruger Park Grassland|
|Very Big, Very Ugly|
It wasn’t the best time for game, according to the people at the gate, as the summer rains had not yet begun and the veld was very dry; but the dry winter season is the best time to visit this region for various reasons. Daytime temperatures are milder and although Malaria isn’t prevalent this far south, it is even less of a threat in the dry. Viewing wildlife in the lush, thick growth of summer is difficult; animals are easier to spot in thinner vegetation and tend to frequent rivers and waterholes.
|White Rhino in Kruger|
Join me tomorrow for Part II...