My husband reminded me that after I posted about the 5 cheetah we saw in The Kruger, I never came back to tell you what a group of male cheetah are called. A “coalition.” A coalition of cheetah. When I first heard the word, I thought our heavily accented guide was saying “a collision of … More A Coalition of Cheetah and a Poesy of Parks’
Yesterday marked one year since we arrived in South Africa, and we have not had a single visitor. I do understand the travel distance and flight cost. It’s an epic vacation, for sure, even once-in-a-lifetime. We still ask ourselves how we ended up living here, and having these insane adventures, like this latest Kruger trip … More The Lion at Our Window
I am a rhinoceros. I realized that just a few hours ago, and I love it! Let’s settle one thing first. If you read that title and in any way think, “Aww, shame” or have any kind of pity that I would think of myself as a rhino, then you and I are different creatures … More I’m Proud to be a Rhinoceros!
I had a minor “Manuscript Monday” epiphany while in the Maldives. Okay, maybe not so much epiphany as another mini-insight. (I think epiphanies are for people who overlook all the minor revelations on a regular basis.) It was the last morning before catching our plane back to reality. I woke early to watch the sunrise … More What Kind of Hero(ine) Are You?
Though his death was no surprise, I was surprised by how much it hurt to read this morning. My heart has been tumbling over itself with emotion. I learned the news from my nephew in America. Here in South Africa I woke with Kurt around 4:45. The first thing I do each morning is check … More Mourning a Man Who is Not Mine to Grieve: Africa’s Mandela
“Tell the truth…” Kurt asked me, as we stood atop Table Mountain, looking down over the Atlantic Ocean and toward the Chapman’s Peak drive we would take later, “When did you want to quit?” I just smiled and turned back toward the view. It was a perfectly clear day. “Okay, I’ll go first.” He said, … More Up is Better Than Down
If you would have asked me 10 years ago where I would be today, the answer definitely would not have been South Africa. But once again I would like to thank my wonderful wife and BV for expanding my horizons to an amazing experience. Special thanks to Heather Salgot for many of the incredible veld … More Fighting a Veld Fire (by Kurt Druzgal)
This was a muffled phrase heard frequently in the early years of our marriage, as one or the other of us would sneak attack. It’s been a long time since either of us have had the energy or ambition for pouncing, and the best effort these days is generally crop-dusting or cup-caking, followed by a giggle. … More Quit Sitting on My Head!
If you ask my nephew, turtles are freakin’ creepy. I never saw them that way, until our recent trip to Kruger. South Africans call turtles “terrapins” which is also what the British call them, according to Wikitardia. Driving a back road from Olifants Rest Camp to the overlook, we stopped while crossing a little pond. … More Attack of the Terrapins
Shaggy was put to sleep last week. He developed a fast-growing cancer under his tongue, and the veterinarian pulled no punches in saying he shouldn’t be allowed to suffer with that type of cancer. Even when treated it’s a miserable treatment process, and the location of the tumor, which was already open and festering, makes … More I Don’t Know Much…But I Know I Love You
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