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Schotia, 18 th of August 2018 – We visit Addo Elephant Park with Karl from Schotia in his very luxurious white Landrover with leather seats. In the car with us, two girls, who work as temporary volunteers in an animal farm nearby. One is Swiss and a primary school teacher, the other works for the French multinational Alstom in Brasil. Yes, they look like you think they look! Two stereotypes! I ask Karl what the most silly question is a tourist ever asked him. He thinks for a moment and says: 'What do giraffes hunt?' In the thirties, there was a war between the farmers and the elephants, who ate or destroyed the crops. At some point, there were so few elephants left, that there was need for conservation. That was when Addo was created. Today about 600 elephants live here. As we are not in a self-drive, we get professional info from Karl. Close to one of the watering holes, a thirsty male appears from the fynbos and we enjoy the show. Slowly he fills his trunk, brings it to ...

Schotia, 18th of August 2018 – Kurt drove us to our tent in the middle of the park yesterday after dinner and closed the fence, promising he would be back at 7 a.m. We are the only ones sleeping in a tent in the park. Woohaa! Outside temperature minus 1° C, inside temperature plus 3°C. The night is full of strange sounds; we definitely hear the lions roar. The complimentary bottle of wine remains untouched.   I wake up at 5 a.m. and go outside for a pee. Flying from above the toilet hut, a yellow bird almost scalps me. At 7 a.m., we hear Kurt’s jeep. He is on time, must be his German genes! He helps me to light the small gas stove and I put on the kettle to make us some coffee. We slowly wake up to the sound of singing birds with the low sun in our faces. Now, our morning tour starts. This is the best part of the safari. The animals are in a state of slow motion, as if they are waiting for instructions. A giraffe slowly walks by and his cracking joints amaze us. Apparently, arthr...

Schotia, 17 th of August 2018 - From Wilderness, we drive along the N2 towards Port Elizabeth on the Garden Route. The weather is improving but the sun breaks through only when we get to our destination: Schotia Game Reserve. This private park is next to Addo Elephant Park and has the ‘big five’, the must for every tourist. Don’t know what the big five are? Lion, leopard, rhinoceros, elephant, and buffalo. Why those? They are the most difficult animals to hunt on foot. We are lucky because the four persons who had to be with us in the jeep, cancelled. Therefore, Karin and I have our own private ranger: Kurt von Maltitz. Where his ancestors came from is a no-brainer. On top of that, he has blond hair and blue eyes. We have to open and close a couple of gates and then Kurt skilfully manoeuvres his Landrover over the tracks. We spot warthogs (think of Pumba) everywhere, and kudus with impressive corkscrew horns. Not much later a couple of elephants. They do not seem to bother and do th...

Wilderness, 16 th of August 2018 – We leave Prince Albert, but first we have a wonderful breakfast in the elegant glasshouse of Dennehof. The sun is shining and tries to kill the morning chill, in the glasshouse there is a small heater. Fine white table linen, nice cutlery and a great selection of hot breakfast. The waitress is very friendly and speaks with a guttural ‘r’. ‘Arrrre you rrrready for brrrrreakfast?’ The soufflé is wonderful and so are the pancakes. Next to the glasshouse weaverbirds bring their nests to perfection, flying on and off and chirping extremely loud. We pay, cross the gate and drive towards the Garden Route. Almost at the coast, the sun makes way for rain clouds and soon the windscreen wipers are on maximum speed. Forced by the elements we immediately go to our hotel, the Dune Guest Lodge. It stands on a spit of dune between the Ocean and the Touwsrivier. ‘Some day it will be swallowed by the ocean, but those fools keep on building’, someone tells us later o...

Prince Albert, 15 th of August 2018 – We are heading to Prince Albert, a picturesque village in the Little Karoo. From Oudtshoorn it is only a stone’s throw but you have to get over the Swartberg Pass to get there. The 23km long pass is untarred and built by convicts about 140 years ago. ‘Can be driven in any vehicle’! Yes, but I would not recommend it in the rain. Towards the top the rocks and stones gently stroke our car chassis. A magnificent drive with many hairpins and great views. Here and there an isolated farm. We reach the tarred part and almost immediately drive into Prince Albert. In the tourist office, two bored girls give us a brief overview of this one-horse town. Wine and olive oil are the local export products. We go to the Soetkaroo wine estate in the Kerkstraat (less than one hectare) for a tasting. We go round the back and ring a bell. Nobody! We see the vines at the end of the garden. In this valley, the sun mercilessly radiates the grapes until they are thick wi...

Oudtshoorn, 14 th of August 2018 – ‘Ostrich Capital of the World’ is what you read in guidebooks about Oudtshoorn. Indeed, approaching the town we see more and more ostriches on each side of the road. There are show farms everywhere. Oudtshoorn used to supply most of the ostrich feathers to fashion houses all over the world. When the feather vogue was over, the farmers had to rethink their business. Today tourists watch these big birds in shows, their meat is low-cholesterol and from their eggshell they make beautiful things. Check out the African gift website of www.avoova.com . We decide not to go to a show farm and move to ‘Buffelsdrift’, a resort with tents around a pond in the middle of a private game reserve. ‘Thanks Romina and Wim for the tip’. From your luxurious tent, pitched high over a two-metre wall, you are virtually on the stage! In and around the pond it is teeming with wild animals. Antelope, elephants and hippos. By sundown, we see the hippos move out of the water ...

Montagu, 13 th of August 2018 – From Cape Agulhas it goes up straight north to the beautiful village of Montagu at the extreme West of the Kleine Karoo. On the A62, after a narrow passage through the Langeberg Mountains, lies the sleepy village in front of us. We check into the Mimosa Lodge, just around the corner of the tourist office where we inquired for accommodation. Colonial style, dating back to the mid 1800’s. In the garden in front of us, a sausage tree! I do not believe my eyes. Baboons like them, but unripe they are poisonous for humans. We walk the historic walk and have a glass of wine in a pub where we are the only visitors. On the TV we see our compatriot Thomas Pieters swing his golf club. Rather boring atmosphere. We pay and get a genuine A4-invoice for two drinks… In the room, the African winter evening takes over and gives everything an unpleasant chill. I discover a cast iron electric heating plate mounted on the wall. This is an area of zero insulation, single g...