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Tales From The Giraffe Pan
25th June 2006
We should do this more often...
These weekends are a drag. Nothing to do. Not really. There are
no clubs around here, no favourite bar where all the cool and beautiful
people hang out, but here we are on what we are trying to sell to
holiday go-ers as the premier holiday destination in Southern Africa,
and I can't find anything to do? It just cannot be. And yet it is.
Until last weekend that is.
For two weeks previous a mate had been trying to convince me to
go on a camping trip to Okwa Valley. Why I kept asking myself? It's
just beyond my own valley; there is nothing there but cattle posts
and cattle thieves. And a mere fifty years ago my grandfather owned
it. He ended up swapping it for two better farms, because there
is nothing of any interest out there except may be to the last of
the bushmen still living the traditional lifestyle. (I believe it
is one family who although they do live in the settlement nearby
they are still very much in touch with the bush.) So why would I
want to go there and leave behind a fridge with cold drinks in it,
a warm bed and a comfy mattress.
Well in the three days I was there we saw gemsbok, steenbok, guinea
fowl, a dead scorpion ( which did not bode well, I mean if a scorpion
can die out there, and they do not need to eat for a year sometimes,
then really, what chance did we have in a double cab hilux with
a penchant for boiling over when the sand got too soft. But it was
worth it.
On the final morning we saw a young Cheetah with three cubs, are
they called cubs or kittens. Very touristy. And the two biologists
I was with got very excited. Even me and my fellow Ghanzi farmer,
who have lived here our whole lives and see cheetahs as pests inside
the farm block, very impressed. So after that Kodak moment we were
very happy, if a little hung over, when around the next bend, a
leopard also young, juvenile in fact so his mother could not be
far behind, but he was completely taken by surprise. We had the
wind on our side the sun in his eyes, so he really wasn't sure what
to do. He just stood there in mid pose like something from a glossy
mag. Then after he thought enough photos had been taken he disappeared
with a flick of his tail. Gone, vanished as if by magic.
We drove the hour back home very satisfied and all swearing we
should do this again. We will. After all people who live in Guildford
have to pay good money to get here, stay in very expensive hotels
go out on game drives every morning for ten days to see what we
saw. In what is really my back garden. Oh yeah the food was good
too.
Kahn/a.
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