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Blue Crane Route: Chief’s Log, Day 8

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Breakfast at Mountain View Inn is a festive affair, much like supper was.

Dafre, the owner joins us.

Her pharmacy is right around the corner.

She came earlier to say good morning, attentive to all our needs & comfort.

Conversation is easy.

Warm.

Authentic.

Leaving Mountain View Inn is slow.

Unhurried.

After breakfast we pack our bags & load the Chrysler Grand Voyager.

We’re off to ‘Die Lapa‘ at Skietfontein, later today.

But first we’re going to visit Festah & her family at ‘Die Kaia‘.

We want to see what she has on offer in terms of accommodation & activities.

Beautiful bush tents.

A huge caravan & camping site.

On the river’s edge.

The little Fish River.

What we discover is a beautiful woman with a love of nature & a deep creativity, explored amidst many other things.

Festah shows us where the eagles nest.

And the ducks.

She talks of how ‘Die Kaia‘ developed into a popular picnic spot for locals.

Of the camping site & bush tents & how she hopes they’ll be enjoyed by city dwellers who desperately desire to get away from the city bustle.

A tasty biltong ‘potjie’ is lunch.

We walk along the river’s edge.

Earlier we visited the Walter Battis Art Museum.

We learnt of this eccentric artist’s imaginary ‘Fook Island’ & the children beg Festah for empty pages they could fill with Fook-writing.

They’re inspired by his eccentricity.

His ability to retain his childhood deep into old age.

I’m impressed by Geritwyn.

She’s been with the Somerset East Museum for 23 years.

She takes the children from room, explaining every little detail with care & excitement.

She shows Pippin her rose-leaf jam.

She takes me to the ‘Slachtersnek Exhibition’, explaining the history of failed ‘Afrikaner Rebelion’ against the English.

Of hanging.

Perceived Devine intervention.

Death.

How filled our history is with strife, disappointment & battle.

How immense our future could be if we were to learn from it, embracing & enabling each other.

We say our goodbyes to Festah & her Kaia.

Make our way through stunning farmland to ‘Die Lapa‘.

The Karoo is wet & green from uncommon winter rains, each little river crossing flowing slowly, taking life to natural life not known in many places.

It would be a pitty if Fracking takes this away from us.

As the Chrysler Grand Voyager bring us over a rise & we start a slow decline a brightly colored ‘Windpomp’ (wind operated water pump) greets us in the distance.

And then a village, hidden amongst the mountains.

Little wooden cottages scattered around the ‘town centre’.

A large shed with a massive fire-place.

Smoke reach for the sky from chimneys.

The muddy obstacle course, paintball field & horses beckon our children & fill them with excitement for the next day’s adventure.

We find our rooms.

And then the fire-place in the middle of this village’s ‘city hall’.

Jannie & Wilna talk of how ‘Die Lapa’ came to life.

A caravan under a tree.

A first wooden cottage.

A handful of hunters seeking respite from the relentlessness of life in winter fires & warm black coffee poured from a blackened pot boiling in orange flames.

There are other guests as well.

Hunters from Cape Town & the Swartland.

Visitors from Gauteng who love the Karoo & desire to create something they do not understand yet.

Supper is simple & exquisite all at the same time.

Jannie & Wilna’s love for this part of the world translated into meat & salad & potato dish.

The children laugh from the room next to ours.

I hear them talk of what they’ll do tomorrow.

Paintball.

Obstacle course.

Horse ridding.

The excitement is contagious & throughout the night my dreams are filled with us, our weird Tribe, doing stuff together.

It is in the doing together that we become.

In the experiencing.

In the tasting of life.

Together.

And then it is morning.

Day 9 of our ten-day trip exploring the Blue Crane Route.

Wow!

What an experience.

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Blue Crane Route, Chief’s Log, Day 6

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Visiting places that carry your name.

I’ve not done that before.

In fact, I don’t think there are many places out there that carry our names.

Theunis & Zuko.

Today we visited two places, each carrying one of our names.

‘Theuns se Winkel’ (Theuns’ Shop) was the first.

We’ve driven past it many times.

Most recently, in December, on our way to the farm in the mountains between Cradock & Tarkastad.

We saw it come to life, after many years of standing empty.

Our curiosity triggered, we decided to visit it on our way to Kuzuko Lodge.

Incidently it is where you turn off from the N10, to make your way to Kuzuko.

Celeste & Alonzo welcomed us.

She took custody of ‘Theuns se Winkel’ in November.

She is married to a local farmer.

Drought had forced her to seek new ways of creating income.

At first she went to work in Somerset East, but being away from the farm & her family was hard.

Friends came alongside her.

They helped her raise the capital.

And new life came to this little stop along the N10.

There is a shop selling local produce.

A restaurant serving breakfast & lunch & supper, if required.

The place speaks of Celeste’s creativity & eclectic soul.

Baroque, Rock-‘n-Roll, old & new, as well as a dash of India & Africa mixed into a rich new personality.

As we breakfast, Quintin comes in, seats himself at the counter & orders breakfast.

He works for a truck-towing company.

A truck carrying sheep has fallen over.

He came to scout & is waiting for the tow-truck to make its way from Nelson Mandela Bay.

He says the shop used to be a shearing shed, where farmers from all over brought their sheep.

Then it was a shop.

And a liquor store.

It stood empty many times.

But it has always been a landmark.

The food is amazing.

Stuff you’d expect at an expensive restaurant in a big city.

The decor is stunning.

Something you’d not have seen before.

Celeste speaks of new beginnings.

Of taking risks.

Of never being able to make it on your own.

Rain is pouring down outside.

A friend sends a picture of a pure white Johannesburg.

Snow covering large parts of the country.

We say our goodbyes.

Certain that we’ll stop at’ Theuns se Winkel’, whenever we travel in this direction.

Hopeful that others would do the same.

Then we make our way to Kuzuko Lodge.

Zuko wasn’t born with this name.

Are any of us born with our name?

Perhaps we are, and our destiny is to discover its fulness.

One morning, a short while after we promised each other to spend our lives together, I woke up with this name in my heart.

And I started calling her it.

There was no ceremony.

No big fanfare.

It suited her.

Often our names are filled with something.

I see God renaming Abram.

I see Daniel & his friends re-named to become Sadrach, Mesag & Abednecho.

I see Josef carrying a new name as he becomes the Pharaoh’s right hand man.

Zuko.

‘Glory’, Ningi explains to me.

‘In Xhosa it means glory.’

‘In Xhosa-tradition, when a man marries a woman, he endows her with a new name.’

‘A name talking of what she has done for him.’

‘What she will be for him.’

‘What she has unlocked in him.’

‘She must be your glory’, Ningi says.

And she is.

For without her I was empty.

I did not know my being.

I was half.

Afraid to explore the deepest crevasses of my being.

My Zuko, my glory.

If I was to be grammatically correct, in Xhosa, I should’ve called her noZuko.  The feminine in Xhosa always takes ‘no’, but even Xhosa people seem to forgive me & understand that who she is & what the name describes is more important that grammar.

Kuzuko Lodge is ‘the place of glory’.

We arrive at reception after quite a drive.

The Chrysler Grand Voyager really impressing us with its ability to make its way across unfamiliar ground.

We’re welcomed in 5-star style.

Little warm napkins after the journey.

Our luggage taken to our rooms.

Our rooms fitted with every conceivable comfort & luxury.

We do high tea.

And when we return to our room, it is turned down for the evening.

Zuko enjoys a full body back massage & manicure.

I spend time with Maddi.

Precious time.

Theunsie, Wilhelmina & Sophia play Wii with two new friends who traveled thousands of miles from the UK to come to Kuzuko to make new friends.

Supper is a grand affair.

The duty manager caters for Zuko’s vegetarian needs.

African music fills the cold evening atmosphere.

Conversation is easy from the entrée to the desert.

Rain still pouring down we find our beds.

We talk late into the night.

About places that carry our names.

‘Theuns se Winkel’ is eclectic.

It is a mix of influences.

Free.

Still blooming into a flower.

Possibly a beautiful flower.

Only time will tell.

Kuzuko Lodge is well established.

An oppulent place of rest & nature & comfort.

My Zuko is all of that.

To me.

To everyone she meets.

And more.

Rich.

Surprising.

Magnificent.

Glory.

Always lifting others high.

Always adoring the wonder of being.

Always radiant & resplendent as she sees the beauty in those fortunate enough to share life with her.

Expectant of what we’ll discover at Kuzuko the following day.

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Addo Afrique

Location: 72 kilometers from Nelson Mandela Bay.  Take N2 in direction of Grahamstown, proceed to N10 towards Craddock/Paterson, at the town of Paterson, turn left onto the R342 towards Addo, Addo Afrique will be visible on the left after 5km’s.

Date Visited: 25 – 27 May 2012 (Fall)

Accommodation: We stayed in a beautifully appointed 4-bedroom 5-star lodge with a kitchen,  lounge & four bathrooms.  The lodge is exquisitely furnished with magnificent art on the walls & every possible creature comfort catered for.  The main bathroom has a jacuzi-bath & outside shower.  The lodge also has an outside lapa & swimming pool. Eight adults are comfortably accommodated.

What we Drove: The Jeep Patriot from Maritime Motors

What we did: We lounged, talked, cooked together, went for a long walk, did a game drive, read, made the most of the jacuzi-bath & outside shower & savoured time in each others company.

Recommendation: Addo Afrique is exceptionally positioned as upmarket accommodation from which to explore the Addo Elephant National Park & surrounding areas.  It provides exceptional private, serviced & luxury accommodation for the traveler expecting a bit more.

Website: Addo Afrique

Tribe Special: Mention the ‘Traveling Tribe’ & claim 40% off on a mid-week stay and 30% off on a weekend stay, until the end of August 2012.

Time.

It is our most precious commodity.

It passes unnoticed as we work & struggle & strive.

A decade goes by without us realizing it is slipping away from us.

We assume we will grow old.

We assume our children will bury us.

We assume too much.

We should savour every moment.

We should embrace every opportunity.

To embrace & be embraced.

To be.

Together.

To talk.

Experience.

Discover.

As we travel, we create the opportunity to step out of the ordinary.

It was Africa Day, this Friday as we left Nelson Mandela Bay.

It was a particularly long week with a lot of work and business consuming my time and energy.

I neglected my family by spending twelve & fourteen hour days at the office.

I was hoping to catch up some.

Although we cannot catch up.

Time which has passed is gone, never to be had again.

We should keep this top of mind.

We should write it on our doorposts & our mirrors.

It should be our screensaver & gravatar image.

Lest we turn sixty or eighty, only to be overwhelmed by the bitter realization that we spent everything afforded us on something we do not value that much.

What do you value?

If it is relationship, then you should consider spending more of the time at your disposal on relationship.

Nobody who loves Jeep, goes out & spend their money on Ford.

Why would we who love our partner & children, our family, spend the bulk of our time on something other than them?

Africa Day.

We celebrated the day in-style with music & poems & dreams of hope from all over the continent.

It seemed fitting that we would spend this weekend at Addo Afrique.

At twelve I picked up the Jeep Patriot from Vaughan at Maritime Motors.

A beautiful vehicle.

A somewhat smaller engine than the Cherokee, but at 2.4 litres still powerful & an easy drive.

Zuko loves the comfortable heated seats which seem to be standard in every Jeep.

I love the smooth gearbox.  The easy handling.  The silent interior, allowing us to talk & laugh & discuss as if we’re in our lounge.

The load space was enough to fit the Tribe’s weekend luggage, including Maddi’s baby-stuff & our supplies.

We left Nelson Mandela Bay at just before five.

We arrived at Addo Afrique at just before six.

It was dusk.

The lodge’s butler had already lit a fire for us; just in-case we wanted to braai.

We unloaded & discovered that we’d forgotten our drinks.

Not a problem.

Moses quickly produced every drink our hearts desired.

He is from Zimbabwe.

He’s been in the hospitality industry for a long time.

He understands service.

And privacy.

As well as people.

The children explore every inch of the lodge, running to us at the fire, every now and then to report on something exquisite they’ve discovered.

Eventually they get comfortable on the leather couches with some TV.

Zuko and I talk.

Of Africa.

Of our dreams.

Our hope for this continent & this country.

We talk of finding a new way.

A way in which our time-spend will reflect what we truly value.

This weekend a good start.

It isn’t filled to the brim with activities.

It has space for us just to be.

When we get up on Saturday morning, our butler had cleaned everything & tidied the lodge to perfection.

We make breakfast together.

Without a rush.

Then we take a walk.

The children often running out in front, hoping to spot the giraffe first.

We don’t see them on our walk.

We see Njala & bushbuck, as well as a very tame Ostrich.

Late that afternoon, as we took the Jeep Patriot on a game drive, we did spot the Giraffe & some Gemsbuck.

The walk is enjoyable.

We laugh.

Theunsie plays comedian.

Pippa explorer & Sophia tour-guide.

It is almost twelve as we return to our lodging.

Moses had made the rooms.

He’d sorted the breakfast dishes & made sure there is enough ice in the fridge.

The kids brave the swimingpool despite winter’s chill cooling the water.

Then we start working on lunch.

Cooking together is something we enjoy as a family.

It is as if our thoughts & joy is unleashed with knives slicing & food roasting.

We enjoy lunch outside.

Moses appears from nowhere, assuring us that we shouldn’t bother with taking the dishes inside.

‘You’re here to relax.  I’m here to help you.  I do this, because I enjoy it.  Go rest or read.’

And we do exactly that.

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I finish my book about ‘contentment’ not agreeing with the author that contentment is always such a virtue.

We should be discontent if we spend the majority of our time on stuff we do not value most.

And this discontent should motivate us to find a new way.

We should be discontent with injustice.

With mediocre education & failing healthcare.

With millions of children living in poverty & hundreds of thousands of adults satisfied with receiving hand-outs & perpetuating the cycle of contentment.

Zuko remind me that not everyone share my thoughts & heart.

I graciously accept her reminder, but forge ahead with dreams of hope.

For our dreams determine our future.

And if we do not dream of a tomorrow in which we spend our time on relationships, tomorrow will turn into yesterday & we’ll still be working 14 hour days & be absent fathers & incompetent partners.

Yes.

My thoughts, Zuko, I know.

Late afternoon, as we return from our game drive, the fire is burning warmly with drinks chilled & a table beautifully laid for supper.

Everything is clean & tidy.

We cook our meal on the open fire.

We express gratitude before we eat.

To each other.

To the Creator whose grace is a good kind of grace to be at.

As we eat, we speak.

Of responsibility which comes with blessing.

Of the opportunity to be different in a world which desperately desires to force everyone into its mold.

Pippin serves desert.

Theunsie serves coffee.

A perfect day ends with a perfect meal.

Sunday morning isn’t as slow as we had hoped.

We looked forward to tasting Addo Afrique till late afternoon.

On Friday, just before we left Nelson Mandela Bay, we received an invitation to attend a function in Kirkwood.

The MEC of Human Settlements invited us to be part of the launch of a Youth Build-project.

We couldn’t resist.

Moses helps us to get all our stuff together & load the Jeep Patriot.

We make our way to Kirkwood, which is an easy 40 kilometer drive from Addo Afrique.

The lodge is really perfectly positioned for anyone who would like to explore the area from a comfortable base.

We meet MEC Helen Sauls-August.

She speaks passionately about a country in which people take responsibility.

A country in which parents raise children who will be eager to build.

We meet some young volunteers.

In ‘Youth Build 2012’, 120 unemployed volunteers build 100 homes for families who live in shacks.

Along the way they’re taught skills.

It is a joint venture between government & the private sector.

As we wait for the official program to start, I talk to Mark from Makhana Bricks.  They donated the bricks for the first home to be built.  The children play on the grass.  The dignitaries explore the site where most of the work will be done.

The atmosphere is excited.

There is a feeling of hope in the air.

Perhaps, just perhaps, something wonderful is yet to come.

As lunch approaches, we start our journey home.

An easy drive.

A good weekend.

We stop at Zuko’s parents as we drive into Nelson Mandela Bay.

Her father admires the Jeep Patriot.

Her Mom magically makes lunch appear.

We spend time with them.

For they too are precious to us.

Then we make our way home.

To unload our weekend stuff.

To look back on time spent together.

To dream of hope.

For Africa.

And South Africa.

For our little bit of world.

And our family.

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Addo Elephant National Park

Location:  41 kilometers from Port Elizabeth, Nelson Mandela Bay towards Port Alfred.

Date Visited: 24 -26  February 2012 (Summer)

Where we Stayed: Main Camp inside the Addo Elephant National Park

What we did: We had scrumptious food at the Tiger’s Eye Restaurant, viewed game, went on a night game drive, swam, walked & enjoyed a horseback safari.

Recommendation: This is a weekend you should do with your family.  It is so close to Nelson Mandela Bay, you cannot live or stay there & not make the trip.  The accommodation is excellent, the restaurant is wonderful, the staff & rangers are extremely professional & knowledgeable and you are guaranteed to see lots of wildlife in this breathtaking conservation area.

Website: Addo Elephant National Park

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Why do we travel?

This tribe of obscure Pienaar-people who try to find meaning in days giving way to months and moments becoming lives?

To be, perhaps.

In each others company.

To experience.

Alongside one another.

To become.

As we see and taste and discover.

Our trip to Addo Elephant National Park was a quality time.

We experienced, became & were.

Alongside each other.

Addo Elephant Park is a short 45 minute drive from Nelson Mandela Bay.  If you use the Colchester-entrance as we did on this Friday afternoon.

You could travel the almost 80 kilometers to the town of Addo & enter the Park almost at the main camp.

Using the Colchester-entrance, however, affords you the opportunity to enjoy the southern region of the Park, on your way to the main camp, instead of traveling through industrialized and urbanized areas.

On this particular Friday, ten minutes into the Park we came upon a whole herd of elephant.

Probably thirty of them, big and small, leisurely grazing on a huge open grass plain.

A small distance further on our way a herd of Zebra surprised us, before Red Hartebeest and some Ostrich tried to steal our attention.

By the time we reached the main camp, it felt as if we had been on holiday for a while.

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The staff & rangers at this National Park on this weekend was exceptionally well trained, helpful & knowledgeable.

All of them extremely friendly.

Relaxed.

Comfortable in their surroundings & confident about their purpose.

The Park offers various accommodation options from camping through tented-camps to rondavels, chalets & 4-star guest houses.

We opted for the comfortable chalet with its self-catering option, but with Zuko 8 1/2 months pregnant, the only thing we self-catered was coffee early in the morning and a cup of tea or milo before bedtime.  For the rest we took our meals at the very nice Tiger’s Eye restaurant from their extensive menu offering everything from standard bacon & eggs to Springbok and Kudu.

Their fish of the day on Saturday was Angel fish – if you can have only one meal at the Tiger’s Eye, take the Angel fish.

Delicious.

Exquisite.

The kids loved their chicken nuggets & chocolate mouse with ice-cream.

Their medium-rare fillet was grilled to perfection & their calamari prepared with delicate care.

Whether you’re staying at Addo Elephant Park for the weekend or visiting for the day – the Tiger’s Eye Restaurant deserves a visit.

The junior tribe-members rate their milkshake a 5/5 on taste and 4/5 for thickness.

We didn’t just eat at Addo Elephant National Park, although the meals were a great part of our weekend – a time to talk, to think, to discuss, to laugh and learn new things about each other.

Self-driving through this Park is easy.

You’ll see more game than you could imagine.

Especially if you go to the trouble of taking an early morning or late afternoon drive.

The park also offer hop-on guides, allowing you to take a guide with you as you view game in the different sections with your own vehicle.

Saturday morning we had coffee as the sun was rising & did our own drive to Gwarrie Pan, Rooidam and Lendlovu Pan.

Along with more elephant and Zebra we also spotted Eland, Kudu, Warthog and a very shy porcupine, Pippa ticking off the ones we have spotted on the handy informational map we received on entering the park.

By the time we left Addo Elephant Park on Sunday afternoon, it was only the Aardvark, the Aardwolf, the puff Adder and the illusive Honey Badger which we hadn’t seen.

Breakfast brought more conversation & then a visit to the Ulwazi Interpretive Centre, booking a night game drive for that evening & a horse safari for Sunday morning, before immersing ourselves in the history of this Park & this region’s origin.

Theunsie loved the story of Hapoor.

The elephant who refused to live by anything but his own rules.

Pippin loved playing archaeologist & Sophia loved the animal-sounds display.

By the time we’d done the tracking game outside the sun was high & warm and the swimming pool was calling our names.

The rest of the day was spent in and out of the water.

Our children easily made friends with other children as we struck up conversations with tourists from France, Germany and the United States who also sought respite from the heat in the cool blue of the pool.

‘We love South Africa,’ they say.

‘We’ve been here for a month & we dread going home.’

‘We will be back.’

‘This is an amazing country.’

‘Not only the Parks & conservation areas.’

‘The people as well.’

‘You have no idea how fortunate you are.’

We don’t.

Supper brought us to game drive time as the sun was setting on this magnificent Saturday.

Someone was smiling upon us.

The weather was perfect.

‘Hi, I’m Siya and I will be your guide this evening.  This is not a zoo, it is a conservation area.  I cannot guarantee that we will see animals.  I can guarantee that we will experience something wonderful.’

And so we did.

We saw a buffalo.

And a spotted Hyena.

A spotted leopard owl.

Lots of Kudu.

Lots of Elephant.

Up close.

Personal.

Siya answered all the tribe’s questions & with Pippa as tribe-member they are many.

He answered patiently.

He knew what he was talking about.

I could see he loves what he does.

Not only the animals and conservation.

The people & the sharing as well.

As we found our resting place at the end of this Saturday our children were excitedly talking about the day’s experiences.

And little lump was making his presence known as if he could hear the elephant’s trumpet and fish eagle’s call right there in the womb where he was being prepared for life on this earth.

It can be harsh.

Hard.

Relentless.

I closed my eyes, listened for the call of the Black-backed Jackal & expressed gratitude for these moments of wonder and togetherness.

They make it bearable.

Amidst the rush & try of every day.

Sunday morning brought new excitement.

Theunsie woke us with the smell of freshly brewed coffee.

He was already dressed.

His chaps tightly tied around his legs.

He was ready to go riding.

We’ve been seriously riding horses for the past twelve years.

Each child has his own – grooming the horses, feeding them & taking care of them is part of the daily routine in our little bit of world.

We ride often, but since the children joined us we’ve not had the opportunity to ride in a place like this.

Once, a decade ago, Zuko and I spent a day in the Kalahari, on horse-back, following a massive herd of Blue Wildebeest.

It was magical.

Enchanting.

I did not think we’ll have the opportunity to share something like this so soon again.

We spotted Kudu.

Buffalo.

Warthog.

Scrubhare and Elephant.

Fantastic.

Breathtaking.

As we walked from the stables to our chalet the children were bubbling.

‘This, Pappa!  This is the highlight of our weekend.  Thank you!  Wow!’

Wow, indeed.

We refreshed in the swimming pool, before loading the Landy & taking a late breakfast.

Omelettes were in order and Tiger’s Eye Restaurant did not disappoint.

‘We should come here more often’, Zuko was saying as we took our last drive for this weekend through the southern region of the Park, making our way home.

The Black-Headed Heron and Secretary Bird greeted us as we entered the game viewing area.

A yellow mongoose crossed the road as red billed oxpeckers made a fly by, as if saluting us on our final departure.

We turned off on every possible loop we could.

We had time.

It was still early.

We took the Gorah Loop to Carol’s Rest.

We took Mpunzi Loop and Harvey’s Loop.

On Vukani Loop we encountered our last herd of Elephant.

They were playing at a watering hole covering themselves in mud, blowing water on each other.

A few meters away, in the shade of a small tree, two male lions were watching.

They weren’t disinterested as lion can so often be.

They’re ears pricked, they’re eyes focused on elephant babies.

‘This is better than Discovery Channel’, Sophia chirps.  ‘We just need a deep voice giving us commentary.’

And I oblige with a smile in my mock documentary voice.

And we laugh.

It is late afternoon as the Landy comes to rest at our little wooden house on the not so little hill.

I am astounded at the quality of our National Parks.

I am delighted that we have such conservation areas.

Such showcase to the world of not only our love for Africa, but our love for each other.

I come home, filled with new hope.

Perhaps because we rested.

Perhaps because we spent time together & there is nothing like togetherness to help us become.

But, this time, definitely because we discovered.

Or re-discovered.

Our country is a fantastical world.

With awesome people.

This we hang on too.

As we face another day & week.

This we use as weapon to slay the negativity which so often threatens to overwhelm us.

And we smile.

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