Lions – Day 5

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We went to have dinner in the veld this evening and it was roaring – literally!

On our way we passed this guy (photographed above) and his brother – and little did we know that e would meet again…

We started the fire, put out our camping chairs and the gin and tonics were flowing. Its our last night here so we all left the lodge for a little quiet time.

Laughing and chatting – the elephants were drinking at the water merely 15metres away from us and the sun was setting. It was picturesque.

Then there was a roar.

My dad and his friend concluded that the raw was still miles away and we had at least 30 minutes or so until they even near us. So we continued dipping the most fantastic freshly baked bread into olive oil and balsamic vinegar. Laughing and joking about how the lions were close and we might land up just eating the bread in the car. So we put the meat on the fire, lamb chops and chicken kebabs and we pour more drinks.

Then there was a roar.

‘Ok, no, I’m getting into the car – that thing is close’ I said shaking my head and picked up my drink.

‘I’m coming with you’ my mom said hurriedly and followed me while the rest were laughing.

Not a minute later and the other three were in the car with us and the roars got louder and louder. We drove around a little – meat still on the fire – and stumbled across the two male lions that were wandering around, probably a mere kilometre from our dinner.

Holidaying with the folks – PART 14 – Day 1

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We just spent 12 hours in the car!

Driving from South Africa through Botswana and tomorrow we get to Namibia.

Tonight we staying at a lodge called ‘Guma Lagoon’ outside Gumar, in Botswana. Its on the Okavango delta and its absolutely magnificent.

I belong among the world’s wild flowers – Day 22

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Last night A and I went to watch the jungle book and it was incredible. As ridiculous as this may sound, I found myself wishing I was Mogli. It brought back so many memories of Israel. My tent, my boots, running out of water, climbing mountains and getting sunburnt.

I miss the nature and the wild and the freedom.

photo – blister plant, Ramon Maktesh, Mitzpe Ramon, Israel