Day Three on Safari: Day of the Olifant

It was apparent early on that Day Three was going to be the Day of the Olifant.  We stayed at Olifants camp the night before, and the camp doesn’t get its name for nothing.  Olifant is Afrikaans for elephant.  We saw an absurd amount of elephants our third day.

Here are two of the coolest spottings from Day Three:

Thirsty Elephants

In the late morning, we pulled over to a lookout over a valley close to Olifants Camp. We saw movement off in the distance and watched as a herd of elephants made their way, single file, down to the river for a drink and bath. We watched the elephants for a good half an hour. It was really spectacular to see the elephants carry on their normal business in full view, without them having any idea they had spectators.

Elephants marching

A big elephant led the way, and tested the waters first.

He must have determined it was safe for the little guys.

The elephants waited patiently, but lined up along the water once they got the okay.

There were some really teeny baby elephants!

Another herd (or maybe another subset of this herd, who knows) had been waiting patiently but demanded their turn. The first group moved out and let the second herd come to the water.

Group two takes over.

Elephant Crossing

In the afternoon, we came across a roadblock: an elephant crossing.  We noticed elephants always travel in the same way: flanked on either side by the biggest elephants, with the tiniest elephants snug in the middle.

Day One and Day Two on Safari: Big Five

The Big Five: a term referring to the animals that are most notoriously difficult and dangerous to hunt. (Not to be confused with our Belgium Big Five).

We weren’t actually hunting any animals on our safari, of course, other than with our eyes and camera.

Hours of staring into the bush make your eyes play tricks on you. We stared at this rock for at least five minutes, debating whether or not it was some sort of cat, before we realized it was a rock.

It is every safari-goer’s goal to see The Big Five, and some don’t get to complete the task. You’d have to be blind to miss seeing elephants in Kruger, but the leopard and lion can be elusive, sneaky cats. We got lucky and spotted the Big Five by the end of our second day on safari.

1.  Elephant:

Elephants were the first member of the Big Five to cross our path and our second animal spotting. We saw an elephant within five minutes of entering the park. Here’s some of the best elephant spottings from Day One and Day Two:

2.  Buffalo:

We spotted the second member of the Big Five in the late afternoon of the first day. Their curved horns are pretty cool.

3.  Leopard:

Being crazy cat people, we were anxious to see some big old cats of any variety in person. In the waning hours of sunlight on our first day, we came across cars blocking the road. We came to the scene late, so we didn’t get the best viewing spot, but it soon became apparent what all of the commotion was about. A leopard, with all of its glorious spots, was lounging around on a branch up a tree. It turned out to be our only leopard spotting.

4.  Lion:

When we didn’t spot any lions on our first day, we were quite disappointed. On our second day, we happened upon a car stopped on the road with its engine off. We asked the young man inside what he was checking out. He pointed to a female lion, off in the distance, resting in the grass in the distance under a tree. Without binoculars, all we could see were her ears.

Later the same day, after driving around for hours without seeing ANYTHING, not even impala, and sometimes not even other cars, we came across a family parked on the side of the road intently staring off in the distance. We pulled up beside them and started chatting with the driver. He was from South Africa, and made outings to Kruger on a regular basis. He loaned us his binoculars to spy on lions far away who were protecting their kill from vultures overhead. Even once we knew where to look, the lions were too far away to see much once we gave the binoculars back. We debated leaving, but decided to hang out for a while in the hopes something would happen. We weren’t having much luck driving around, anyway. About 15 minutes or so later, we saw movement. One of the female lions decided she was thirsty and sauntered across the road within inches of one of the cars that had just pulled up to the scene.

5.  Rhino:

Who knew the rhinoceros was such an elusive animal, especially since they are the third most prevalent animal in Kruger? We only saw a group of rhinos once, at the very end of our second day. We didn’t see any again, but our Big Five sightings were complete.

Tips for a DIY Safari in Kruger National Park

Before I show you awesome pictures of animals, let me bore most of you a little bit with the logistics of our safari.  When we were planning our foray into Kruger National Park – at the last minute as per usual – reading about other people’s experiences and tips was immensely helpful.  Okay, I can’t help myself.  I’ll show you some impala, but be patient for the good stuff!

Safaris Don’t Have to be Expensive.

From the beginning, Sean really wanted to go on a safari in Africa.  He really wanted to see the Great Migration (an annual event where thousands of wildebeest traverse the Serengeti and Masai Mara with predators in tow).  We did some research into costs of a 7 or 10 day safari, and even a no-frills safari with a safari operator would have cost us thousands of dollars each.  At some point, we nixed the idea, mostly because of cost and partly because we got distracted with planning the other 355 of this trip.  When we were planning our stay in South Africa, we realized it was possible to take a self-drive safari through Kruger National Park in South Africa.  Hooray for DIY, just like we like it.

If you have ever dreamed about seeing animals in the wild just like on the Discovery Channel, and cost is the only thing that is stopping you, time to start planning.  Self-drive safaris in the Kruger are not only amazing, they are also incredibly affordable.  The biggest expense will likely be your plane ticket to South Africa.  Overall, we spent $783.61 for a four day, three night self-drive safari in Kruger.  Extrapolated to 10 days, this was less than half the cost of even the most budget safari we checked out.  That figure includes lodging in the park’s en-suite bungalows; cold meals purchased in advance from Woolworth’s and Pick’n’Play grocery stores in Nelspruit; a dinner and a lunch in the park’s restaurants (which, by the way, are overpriced; we wished we bought more groceries, as even more pricey prepared meals from Woolworths would have been more cost-effective); extra snacks, drinks, and ice inside the park; a nylon cooler from Pick’n’Play; fees for a guided night-drive safari at the Shindgwedzi Camp; gas; and the rental fees for a step-up-from-budget 2-wheel drive car.  You can even do Kruger safaris for cheaper, if you are willing to camp or share a bathroom.

Now, you will not have a guide with you, but this also means that you can move around the park at your own pace.  We were worried we would have trouble spotting animals, particularly when we drove around for hours the first day and didn’t see anything.  The truth is, spotting animals is mostly luck and being in the right place at the right time.  There are ways to maximize your sighting potential, described below. Even though we didn’t always follow such tips, overall we didn’t have any trouble spotting animals.

Our sightings (we counted the number of times we saw one or more types of animals, not the total number we saw):

wildebeest (6); buffalo (10); baboons (7); elephants (30); giraffes (14); hippopotamus (1); impala (countless); kudu (4); leopard (1); lions (6); nyala (3); zebra (12); scrub hare (5); serval (1); steenbok (5); vervet monkey (4); warthog (4); waterbuck (5); white rhinoceros (1); turtle (1); crocodile (1); African-fish eagle (2).  The only animal we missed out on that we wanted to see were cheetahs – too fast for us, I guess.

Kruger Itinerary and Tips for Spotting Animals on Your Own

Here was our Kruger itinerary:

• Day before: We stayed in Nelspruit (at a great lodge not in the guide books, Khayalami Lodge) and stocked up on supplies.
• Day one: We left Nelspruit mid-morning, entered through the Malelane Gate, drove to Skuzkuza Camp, arrived mid-afternoon, and went back out for a couple of hours around close.
• Day two: We left around 7 a.m., drove from Skuzkuza Camp to Olifants Camp, got there mid-afternoon, went back out for a couple of hours around close, and went on the guided night drive.
• Day three: We slept in, left around 9 a.m., drove from Olifants Camp to Shingwedzi Camp, got there mid-afternoon, and went back out for a couple of hours around close.
• Day four: We left around 6 a.m., drove from Shingwedzi Camp to Phalaborwa Gate, exited, and drove to Graskop/Sabie in the afternoon.

If we had to do it over again, we would have still stayed three nights.  We felt that was a good amount of time to make sure we had an opportunity to see most of the animals we wanted to see, cover a good bit of the park without rushing, and not get bored.  However, we would have spent multiple nights at the same camp.  This allows you to dawdle in good areas, especially in the early morning and late afternoon, and rest mid-day.  We quickly learned that very early morning (about 6 to 8 a.m.) and very late afternoon (about 4 to 6 p.m.) is the best time to spot the most interesting animals and has the best lighting for pictures to boot.  It really is worth getting up to leave right at 6:00.  Even by 7:00 a.m., the animals that had been roaming around at night already have retreated deep into the bush.

The way we did it was fine, but it required us to drive many hours during the boring mid-day to get to the next camp, when the animal sightings are few and far between because most of them are sleeping.  Everyone makes safaris sound so exciting, but the truth is you can easily spent hours driving where you see absolutely no animals except for countless impala, a type of antelope that is no longer exciting to see after the second or third time.  (Although we did see our first good lion sighting in the smack dab middle of the day, so you never know…)

Me, out loud on Safari: Damn it, impala, why aren't the lions chasing you and eating you? And I call myself an animal lover. For shame. What can I say, the call of the wild gets to you.

Run like an antelope, out of control...runrunrunrun...

Satara is a good camp at which to base yourselves, because it is situated in an area where there are a lot of Big Five sightings.  If Satara is booked, like it was for us, Olifants is a good alternative that isn’t too far away and near good sightings.  Some people complain that the area around Satara is too crowded, and that you can feel more “one with nature” in other areas, but we never were distracted by other people, and we were there during one of the high seasons (August, during winter, when you the brush is not as dense).  Plus, we didn’t have binoculars, so sometimes a group of cars helped us spot a really good sighting we wouldn’t have noticed otherwise.

We also found it helpful to check out the sightings board at each of the camp, so we would know more about the activity in the area.

We didn’t hesitate to ask people in nearby cars what they were looking at, and we reciprocated by passing along information to people driving by.  Finally, if you find a good animal, or have a clear view, make sure you hang out for a while.  You will often see some action if you are patient.

Hungry Hippos

While we were staying St. Lucia, the town near the St. Lucia estuary, we heard tales of Vincent the Hippopotamus, who was often seen wandering the streets of the town.  Vincent got his name because he only had one ear, like Vincent van Gogh.  We didn’t see Vincent or any of his hippo friends on the streets of St. Lucia.  But we did see lots of hippos and crocodiles in the waters of the estuary on a boat cruise.  My goal was to get a photograph of a hippo in action with a big yawn, but that turned out to be harder than I thought since most of them were just big sleepy lumps in the water.  Really big lumps.

Lazy hippos

Hippos in full moon

Hippo giving us the side eye

Did you know that hippos don't swim? When they need to cross deep water, they just sink to the bottom, hold their breath, and walk across the bottom.

Another side eye from a hippo.

Finally, a giant hippo yawn in action.

As a prelude to our safari to come, our eagle eyed guide spotted a leopard on the shore.  Sean and I both learned we have horrible eyesight, because it was hard for us to see the dot even after our guide pointed it out.  Luckily, the wildlife in Kruger would be easy to spot….more on that tomorrow!

I must need new glasses.

Bulungula, Part Three and The End

While we were at Bulungula, we opted to go on a tour of the village.  The tour was led by one of the girls who lived in the village.  (For the life of me, I cannot remember her name, so I will just have to refer to her as our tour guide.  I have a bad habit of hearing someone’s name, and promptly forgetting it two seconds later.  This bad habit is exacerbated by any names that are extra foreign to my ears).  We were joined on the tour by Abraham and Josephine, two Americans who were practically our neighbors.  They are from Columbus, Ohio, and are also traveling around the world.  (By the way, Abraham and Jo – if you are reading this, send me an email.  We lost your contact information!)

The village is made up of Xhosa people.  The language that they speak is also called Xhosa.  When I read that the language features clicking sounds prior to coming to Bulungula, I naively assumed that everyone spoke with just clicks, which I thought would be impossible to understand.  As usual, my idiotic assumptions were proved wrong once again.  When speaking Xhosa, certain letters are accentuated with a click of the tongue.

People in the village lived in rondavels, not unlike the ones in which we were staying.  The floors are made up of cow dung, which is periodically reapplied to keep the dust down.  The roofs are thatched together from natural materials.  I only took a few pictures on the tour.  Even though I knew the whole community is part of the Lodge and is a willing participant on the tour, it still felt odd to intrude and ogle at people’s lives anymore than we already were.

A woman in the village thatching together a roof

Rondavels in Nqileni Village

Our first stop on the tour was to visit the healer, an elderly woman whose hut was in a prime location with seaside views, demonstrating her important role in the community.  I wasn’t quite following what she did, exactly, but got the gist that she has dreams, which helps her to heal people.  We sat on the ground with her next to the chicken coop, trying to avoid sitting directly in the chicken poop, and had as much back and forth conversation as one can have between people who speak English and people who speak Xhosa.  Our guide occasionally translated, but didn’t facilitate a lot of back and forth, which made for a lot of awkward smiling.

The healer next to the chicken coop from a distance

Next, we went to visit a family in a hut.  Josephine and I were promptly directed to join the women sitting on a mat on the cow dung floor, while Sean and Abraham got chairs on the other side of the room.  Apparently once a woman marries, she can no longer sit on the same side of the room as men.  One of the women showed Josephine and I how to grind corn on the giant stone that they use to prepare their meals.  I, at least, failed miserably.  I ended up just sort of chucking the little stone towards the big one, instead of making graceful swipes.  We asked some questions which our tour guide relayed, and learned that about 11 people lived in the hut, from newborn to adult.  They all slept on mats on the floor.  On one side, they had shelving with some staples for food – corn, rice, etc. – and on the other side, three chairs, but that was it.

After visiting for about twenty minutes, our tour guide told us it was time to move on.  We said good-bye and left the hut.  On our way out, we paused outside to look at their dinner cooking on the fire.  The people in the village typically eat various forms of pap, which is a thick porridge like dish with spinach or cabbage.

Pap

All four of us were under the impression from our tour guide that we were moving on to another place in the village, but she turned and went back into the rondavel, motioning for us to follow her.  Sean and Abraham were once again directed to the chairs, and Josephine and I were once again directed to the floor.  I thought we were leaving? I heard Abraham say in a half-whisper to Sean.  It didn’t take long for the realization to set in that we were now joining them for dinner.  I’m not sure how that happened.  Did something get lost in translation?  Did we unknowingly agree to this?  One of the woman brought in the pot of pap that had been cooking outside.  She dished out some of the pap into one bowl, and handed it to Sean, Abraham, and a teenage boy, along with three forks.  Oh, I guess we’re staying for dinner, Abraham said.  Guess so, said Sean.

As soon as a woman brought over a dish of brownish looking water, I started to suspect what was going to happen next.  The women passed the dish of water around, using it to clean their hands.  I’m not sure what was worse; using that water to “wash,” or just eating without washing even though we just had been sitting outside next to the chicken coop.  Josephine and I accepted the water and gingerly stuck our hands in for a brief moment before smiling awkwardly and passing it on.  Meanwhile, from their elevated position across the room, Sean and Abraham were eyeing up the water and wondering what was going on.   Why do they get water and we don’t? Sean wondered out loud as a woman dumped a pile of the pap into a large bowl.  As it was set in front of the group of women on the floor, Abraham chuckled and said with a smirk, Because we get forks and they don’t!

As the boys shared amusement, the group of women started digging into the communal bowl of pap with their hands and eating it.  Josephine and I exchanged looks and reluctantly grabbed as small of portions as we could without looking rude and put it in our mouths.  Abraham, counting on the inability of everyone in the room except us to speak English, was spot on when he said out loud, Wow, this tastes just like sand.  The pap was gritty and mushy at the same time.  Other than a taste of boiled spinach, it was near flavorless.  I concentrated on sticking to a portion of the bowl closest to me that I was pretty sure was untouched by anyone else, but as the pap dwindled, so did any hopes of sticking to one segment.

While everyone was eating, the room was silent, except for a few comments exchanged back and forth between Sean and Abraham.  I stole a glance at Josephine, and was relieved to see that she, too, was eating tiny bites spaced out from each other as much as possible.  Meanwhile, the other women were scooping up much larger bites much more quickly.  I felt awful eating their dinner, when they have so little to eat and when we had a big, delicious dinner waiting for us back at the lodge.  I felt awful for hating the food, when this is what they eat for all of their meals every single day.

My reverie was interrupted by one of the women speaking to Josephine in Xhosa.  Josephine, likely unsure what she was saying, just smiled and tried to pantomime that the temperature of the pap was hot.  One of the women got up, got a smaller bowl, and scooped some pap into it.  She handed it to Josephine and motioned for her to go outside.  Unsure about what was going on, Josephine stood up and said, okay, I guess I’ll take this outside.  She was gone for about a minute, and then returned and set it back down.  Thanks, now this is cooler, she said to the women, but looking at me with a what-in-the-hell type expression.  She then said, why don’t you help me eat out of this bowl, since it is cooler and all.  I nodded.  How much of this do you think we have to eat? I muttered out of the corner of my mouth.  I have no idea, she muttered back.  I felt relief to only have to share a communal bowl with Josephine.  Meanwhile, this made no sense, considering I had just met her about an hour before.

At some point, we decided we had ate an acceptable amount and offered our bowl to the other women sitting around us.  Our tour guide then told us it was time for us to move on.  We thanked the family for sharing their dinner, and then said goodbye for what we hoped was the last time.

We then toured the classrooms in the village.  The schools are funded by Woolworths, a large department and grocery chain throughout South Africa.  In contrast to the rondavels, the classrooms were bright and sunny.

Inside one of the school rondavels

Art projects

After our classroom tour, we went to visit the headman of the village.  We joined him outside, where he was sitting with his children.  With the help of the translator, we learned a little bit about his role in solving village disputes.  After the visit with the headmen, we went to one of the village’s shabeen.  Like many villages, the locals brew their own beer.  They weren’t brewing on this particular day, so we didn’t get to try any.  Which probably isn’t that disappointing, based on what I have read.  I was expecting the shabeen to be a like a bar, just in a rondavel, with people sitting around on mats or chairs.  The one we visited looked to be someone’s house.  The hut was much more chaotic and messier than the one in which we tried the pap.  There were people everywhere – women, small children, really small children, and the only adult man we saw in the village other than the headman.  The babies in the village don’t wear diapers, and the one in this hut crawled around the dung floor with only a shirt on.  There are also animals everywhere.  Like the baby, cats and chickens crawled around the rondavel.  In one “corner” (there are no actual corners, since the rondavels are round) we saw the pot where they normally brewed the beer.  The local corner dive bar at home, this is not.

Most of our visits with the villagers, who were all black, were focused upon Josephine.  The people in the village were fascinated by her.  She is American, but her family’s national origin is Taiwanese.  This caused much confusion with the villagers.  They want to know where you are from, our guide related.  We’re all from the United States, one of us would answer.  Our guide relayed the information, and always came back to Josephine with another question: But where are YOU from? A steady stream of white Americans and Europeans must go through the village as part of the tours, but people who are Asian in appearance must be less common.   Apparently an Asian woman had traveled to Bulungula some time back.  You look like her, our guide translated to Josephine.  You are so beautiful.

When we returned to the lodge, suddenly the compost toilets, rocket showers, and beds with mildewy pillows started to look like luxuries.  The people in the Nqileni Village have no toilets at all, no running water, no electricity, no clean drinking water, no access to healthcare.  Because a municipal access road has never been built, the nearest health clinic is hours away on foot or by 4×4 vehicle (which, of course, few people have).  Over half of the approximately 750 people in the village are children.  The vast majority of the people in the village do not have basic literacy or numeracy skills.  Other than working for the lodge or with a business supported by the lodge, their only source if income is to send an adult male to work in the mines in Johannesburg, over 12 hours away.  It is sobering to encounter such poverty close up.  I am glad for a place like Bulungula, which at least provides some income and attention to people ignored by government.  They also have started the Bulungula Incabator, a non-profit organization to try and address some of the problems in the Nqileni Village.