Er, I just re-read my title and realized it might sound like I was soliciting a box of Honeycomb. Finding our favorite American foods in South Africa, as I’ve told you in previous posts, can be difficult, and sometimes impossible. But it really hasn’t been a big problem for us. We’ve adapted pretty well, I … More Honeycomb, Won’t You Be My Baby? Wait…You Want HOW MUCH??
We saw our first wild cheetah on Saturday, at Pilanesberg.
At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear. – Norman Maclean Love, Marla
A story in pictures today, of a Southern Red-billed Hornbill eating a skink in Kruger National Park: Who’s hungry? Love, Marla
I thought you would enjoy a little folklore today, so I saved this photo, taken of the top of the aerial cable as it was being engulfed in clouds, because I thought it looked a deliciously creepy. (Those of you on mobile phones may not be able to get a large enough photo for the … More The Demon of Table Mountain
The best piece of advice we received before going to Cape Town was to leave our schedule flexible enough to grab the first beautiful day to climb Table Mountain. There are many days when visibility is limited due to cloud cover, and access is closed due to high wind. As you saw from last week’s … More Clouded Mountain
Our hike up Table Mountain was with an experienced guide company called Hike Table Mountain. I recommend this outfit for their communication, assessment of ability, and skills/knowledge. Today’s post is in two parts: WHY GET A GUIDE; WHY I CHOSE OUR GUIDE; WHAT WE WOULD HAVE DONE DIFFERENTLY TO MAKE IT A BETTER EXPERIENCE
“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
Tigers are not native to Africa, in case you didn’t know. I have to admit that before moving to South Africa, I did not know there were no African tigers. I mean, I knew from American zoos that there were “Bengal tigers” and “Siberian tigers” and when we used to play pool four days a … More Dear Africa, Stop Confusing Me with Tigers!
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