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Tuesday, May 24, 2011KRUGER PARK PHOTO QUICKIE Sunset Footprints in the sand Croc (miming "come to me!") Extremely dark giraffe (L) Ma & Bub Indecisive Waterbuck Waterbuck actually in the water - first time I've seen that! Buffalo More buffalo - the HDD* in the car ploughed into the herd. Vulture - waiting for breakfast methinks.As always, it was wonderful to get away to the Park again. The last time we went - in April - we saw a total of 17 rhino, but this time we didn't see one, so it really is the luck of the draw. A couple of interesting things; we saw a few zebra actually climbing up a huge termite mound to nibble fresh sprigs of grass & the waterbuck in the photos actually went in the water, which we've never seen before. Anyone would think they were allergic to it though, as their hooves barely touched the surface & it was so comical to watch. For whatever reason, a small herd of elephant that were hovering around a particular area were extremely aggressive. The matriach wasn't a problem, but several young bulls had a right strop & mock charged anything (including us) within a 15m radius. Something had spooked them - no idea what - and they stayed spooked for several hours. We made it back to camp with about 3mins to spare! I know it takes all sorts to make the world turn, but I just wish the idiots would stay out of places like the Kruger National Park. One particular bunch of morons took it upon themselves to sit on the grass at dusk, underneath a bat box in the camp & yell "Ja, kom, kom!" up into the soon-to-be night sky. To the best of my knowledge, a bat isn't a domesticated animal, so it's hardly going to respond to someone calling to it like an owner to his/her pet dog. The same bunch of morons took it upon themselves to crush the tranquility of the camp, by shouting out the score - at regular intervals - of a rugby match being played elsewhere in the country. Just picture it............thatched roof rondavels set out in a semi-circle........couples & families cooking the evening meal on the braai........the sound of night insects & occasional 'barking' of hippos in the river nearby............all of that peace & tranquility absolutely shattered into a million fragments by a fucking idiot, who just had to yell out rugby scores. Blue Bull** supporters shouldn't be allowed to leave the greater Pretoria region for any reason! On that happy note, I'll get myself off, to start on the 2nd instalment (bitchfest) of Africa Bike Week. (The first part is on the other blog) *HDD - Historically Disadvantaged Dipshit **Blue Bulls - A local rugby team comprising mainly of boneheads. Labels: Blue Bulls Supporters Are Inbred, Kruger National Park  
Tuesday, November 02, 2010TIME TO CHILLHubs & I took off on Thursday for a bit of Chillin' Time. We spent Thursday night at Montecasino, which was most enjoyable - even if we didn't win anything - and on Friday morning, headed out to Mpumalanga, or more specifically, the Kruger National Park. There's just something about that place that makes you totally chill out & I gotta say, we enjoyed every minute! Here are a few of the photos we took - some 'up close & personal' & others from a distance. Enjoy :-) (The shots are still their original size, so if you click on them, you'll get the full shot)             These are a few of my favourite photos from the weekend. Labels: Kruger National Park
Monday, February 01, 2010QUICK PHOTO POSTThe all-new-straight-outa-the-box T2* was delivered to our doorstep recently. Since arriving in the Last Khaki Outpost 6mths ago, I've felt like I've aged at rapid rate of knots - due mainly to not being able to go out on a bike. Since T2's arrival, I can quite happily admit that my mindset has reverted back to being a rebel-without-a-clue & I am a very happy bunny. (To cut a long story short, the chances of me getting the TriGlide are about the same as me getting pregnant, thanks to HD USA farting around, so T2 became a necessity).  As much as living in the LKO pisses on my battery, I've gotta admit we've got some blinding riding roads & some awesome scenery. It was such a pleasure to get out & about. Within 12hrs of T2's arrival, we took a 180km round trip for a cuppa coffee.............sheer riding pleasure - yay gads it was wicked!  The all new T2 - a Harley ElectraGlide Ultra Classic Limited *contented sigh*  When we got back from the Kruger National Park last October, the first thing Hubs did was book another long weekend for the end of January. We set off on Thursday just after midday & just over 5hrs later, arrived at Letaba camp. We had one night there & the following 2 nights at Berg-en-dal. We didn't get to see the Big 5, but what we did see was awesome - cheetah in 3 different areas - a First for us in all the years we've been going to the Park. I've left one photo its original size, so for anyone interested, click on the photo of the cheetah LICKING the tree - something we've never seen before! We got 'up close & personal' with a very skittish rhino (jaysus, they're big bastards!) & the young male lion, with his female mate, walked alongside & then in front of our car for a couple of hundred metres.          Right, I hope you enjoyed the photos, but please excuse me, 'cos I've got a heap of washing to do................ *T2 - short for Tallulah 2 Labels: Berg-en-dal, Kruger National Park, Last Khaki Outpost, Letaba, T2
Sunday, November 08, 2009HIGH, LOW & STUFFED IF I KNOW............... I've had quite a week. I'm thinking it's not one I want to repeat in a hurry either. The trip to the Kruger National Park was all that we hoped it would be, apart from the French family who were staying in a neighbouring rondavel......................jaysus they made such a bloody racket there's no wondering we never saw certain animals. Anything within earshot of that lot would've fucked off well into the bush. We did however see lion - in the distance I admit - but we saw them - plus a huge herd of buffalo, heaps of giraffe, zebra, elephant, kudu, jackal, fish eagles, warthogs etc etc - you get the picture neh? And talking of pictures, I haven't had chance to download anything from my camera yet, sorry. If there's anything worthwhile, I'll load them up in the near future. Instead of coming back to the Last Khaki Outpost on the same road as we took to get to the Park, we decided to drive from Letaba, right up to Punda Maria, near the very top of the Park. All in all it took us around 8hrs driving to get home, but it was well worth it. We went on long game spotting drives, we chilled, we played Texas Hold'em, we talked, we read & we bought goodies for Chikkin, our granddaughter :-) .Then we had to come back. .Fukkit. .. Monday was a blur of unpacking, housework & other bollocks associated with getting away from it all for a few days. . Tuesday - got through on Skype to Dubs (my mum). Had a chat with her for a while, then Pup (me dad) came on. He asked me if I was sitting down - which I was - as he had something to tell me. The following few minutes were spent on him telling me that he & Dubs had sold their house, sold their furniture, sold his bakkie etc etc etfuckingcetera & they were going back to England, to live with my brother. This, after 35yrs of living in South Africa. . I threw my toys so fucking far that I think they're still in mid-air. I shouted. I swore. I cried.....................correction - I let out several heartbreaking sobs. The only sound in my house that afternoon was of my parents crying, trying to console me...............................trying to justify their actions. I calmed down enough to say I understood, but I didn't. . . Wednesday. I was a wreck. I spoke to Dubs & Pup again, but after a few minutes, I ended up spitting my dummy, shouted at them & then hung up. . . Thursday. Kept myself busy the whole day, sorted out the much needed sorting out spare bedroom & got Mikey's room ready for his visit in a coupla weeks. Opted not to have another emotionally draining talk with my parents. Took time out to think. Fukkit, my head was spinning. . . Friday. Sent Dubs an SMS & said I'd finished my tantrums & if they wanted to, would chat with them on Skype later that day. Got a positive response. Went to town, finally bought a table to put the computers on. Arranged for delivery Saturday morning. Bought a bookcase, bedside table & small stand for the printer. For once, I had a pretty good shopping experience in town. Had a sensible chat with the folks. Sorted out what they wanted me to have from their house. Talked about their plans. Felt guilty for being such a bitch of a daughter, when they love me unconditionally. . . Saturday. Fucking micro-convection oven died on me. It's not even 3mths old. Fucking door wouldn't open & then the plug tripped at the mains box. Bollocks. Now gotta take the bloody thing all the way back to Joburg, because the fucking fossils that live in the Last khaki Outpost didn't know a micro-convection oven from a space rocket, which meant I had to buy it in Joburg. I waited all bloody morning for the delivery of the new table, but by just after 12.30pm it hadn't arrived. I didn't have the phone number of the store where I bought it, so ended up having to SMS my friend Drienie in Joburg, for the number of Directory Enquiries, because I didn't even know that! Christ I'm hopeless. Eventually get the phone number for the store & called them. I explained that I was waiting for a delivery & seeing as their store would be closing within about 20 minutes, would like to know if I was going to actually get the delivery. I got "Eh, eh meddem, just spik to the manager" & I was swiftly transplanted*. I repeated my tale of woe to the alleged manager & the conversation then took a turn for the worse, when the obviously mentally challenged female that held the title of 'manager' asked me if I bought the table from her shop. I wanted to shout all manner of obscenities at her, but chose to be sarcastic instead & merely said no, I'd bought it from one of their competitor stores, which was why I was ringing her to find out where it was. For crying in a fucking bucket - really! 1pm (closing time for the majority of businesses here) came & went, so I thought that was that & I wouldn't get my table. A bit later, I got a call from a salesperson at the store, saying she would personally deliver my table. Fast forward >>>>>>>>>>> I got another call from the same lady saying she couldn't fit the table in her car but would organise for a delivery truck to bring it later in the afternoon. Just before ending her call, she asked me in a rather hesitant manner, if I'd sworn at her manager, because sed manager told her the table HAD to be delivered as the customer was very upset, had sworn & was rude. I think Hubs saw the hair on the back of my neck stand on edge. I informed the saleslady that I did NOT swear but that I was sarcastic & she should inform her manager that if she didn't know the difference, then perhaps she should go back to school! . Saturday afternoon, Hubs & myself did some rearranging in the living room. The desktop computers are now organised on the new table & my dining room table is now being used for its original purpose. . *sigh* . Sunday - today. Hubs has spent several hours trying to resolve a problem with my (desktop) computer. I vacuumed the Beemer, polished inside, then washed the outside. She's all clean & shiny, so I decided to treat Hubs & washed Eish! (his bike) with the pressure spray, so she too is all blingy now. Hubs cooked fajitas this evening, so right now, my tummy's full, I'm tired & ready for my perch. . . So, a high of the past week was precious time in the bush. The low was the drama with Dubs & Pup & the stuffed if I know award goes to the alleged manager of a local (national) furniture store. . . Please, someone, just tell me it gets better.......................................... . . . . * It's a commonly used 'joke' used by English speakers, when refering to people whose telephonic skills are severely hampered. Labels: alleged manager of national furniture store seriously needs to catch a wake up., Dubs and Pup, dummy spitting, Eish, Kruger National Park
Wednesday, October 28, 2009IT'S SPECIAL INNIT? Biltong
The inspiration to write a witty post for my blog has done a runner. It's the fun & excitement of living in Ellisras - it's too much to cope with sometimes..............she says, reaching for the razor blade..........................
So Hubs & I have decided to get away for a long weekend, to one of our favourite places - the Kruger National Park. No TV. No computers. No radio. No phones. Nothing more than a couple of good books & a few edible treats.
Just bush...............................heaps of it, containing heaps of aminals. Rest, relaxation, early morning drives & catching 40 winks in the afternoon. What a pleasure!
Be good while I'm away, but if you can't be good, at least be careful :-)
Toodle-pip chaps! Labels: escaping Ellisras, Kruger National Park
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