Being in the bush can be slightly terrifying. There was an awful moment on our third game drive when I knew I was going to have to request a loo stop. It turns out everybody bursting and we all took turns to have a wild wee. Even though we had been desperate to see a leopard, were very much hoping, for those few moments at least, that we didn’t come across one.
There was another incident where, as Pickle ran toward me in nothing but swimming shorts and sandals, I spotted a skinny snake and shoved my surprised boy into our room mid stride. It was most likely a harmless garden variety one, but we couldn’t identify it from the guide’s snake manual, so we’ll never know.
Despite these terrors, we loved every minute of our bush break.
There was the gorgeous scenery. There was the fact that we were fed – fed often and fed well. There was a lovely moment in the early evening when a mobile mini bar popped out of the safari truck ready for sundowners with biltong and other treats.
…and of course there were all the magical animal, bug and bird sightings. So let me very quickly finish telling you about those….