The phone rang.
I answered.
“Hi, Bert, it's Kel”
“Hello, Kel” I
said. “When do we leave?”
Peals of his sonorous
laughter.
“Same old Bert” he
said, “always ready for a new adventure”
“I can't leave
tomorrow”, I said. “Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and my family would
be most unhappy if I went on Safari on that day.”
“No, no! We are
planning a Safari in the Central Kalahari. In March of next year.”
“That's more like it'
I said. “I'm in! I'll check with John”
And so it happened.
Our friend and guide,
Ant, Kel, John and I were to meet in Harare on March 3 .
Mike was to come as
well, but had to cancel at the last minute.
John and I flew to
Harare, where Kel picked us up at the airport and took us to his
home. It was, to say the least, a joyful re-union. We had not seen
our Zim friends in over a year. Kel's lovely wife, Tina, had prepared
the usual delicious meal.
Beds called early,
since we were to leave first thing tomorrow morning.
With Ant at the wheel
of his Toyota Cruiser, ( He allowed no other driver ), which we
lovingly called TC, we completed the slightly over 1000 km to Maun
after 14 hours of driving.
“What's on the agenda
for tomorrow?” John asked.
“We'll head for the
NXAI Pan, and pay a visit to the “Baines Baobab Trees”
“What's a Baines
Baobab tree?” I asked.
Both Ant and Kel were
quick with an answer.
“Thomas Baines was a
British painter who created a painting of those trees, sometime in
the eighteen fifties or sixties. “ said Kel.
Ant added: “Baines
was a most meticulous painter. He showed every detail of these trees.
When a photograph was
taken almost 150 years later, there was virtually no difference .
The trees had not
changed a bit.”
“They are called
'Baines Baobabs' or 'The sleeping Sisters'! They are said to be 3,500
to 4,000 years old.”
Both, Ant and Kel, were
full of information and I used the perfect day for my photography.
'Baines Baobab Trees',
in the NXAI PAN
John let out a deep
sigh of relief:
“We made it” he
said, “we got to the 'Sunday Pan' camp site, all in one piece.
We'll put up our mosy-tents, grab a bite to eat, fall in the sack
and wait for tomorrow.”
“You're right” said
Ant, “and in this precise order. Maybe I'll also have a quick
shower.
I'm sweaty and I
probably stink to high heaven.”
“Haven' smelled you
yet” said Kel and laughed.
“A shower would be
wonderful!” I said. “Do we have enough water? “
“If we all make it
'short n' sweet” said Ant.
Grabbing a bar of soap,
he disappeared toward the shower enclosure.
Within seconds I heard
him shout:
“Bert, come quickly,
bring your camera! Hurry Up, Bert, bring your camera!”
I grabbed the D610
with the 24 to 300mm Zoom and rushed to the shower stall.
“Here! Look at this!
There is a rarity: A Golden Cobra.”
Ant held a dried branch
of the Acacia tree with which he attempted to coax the Cobra into her
'blown-up' neck position, without success.
This snake had made its
home under the shower stall and refused to come out.
*******
I am therefore not
apologizing for having slept in my tent without having had a shower.
*******
The following sounds as if I had made that up to get a good introduction to this
day in the Kalahari.
It
is, however, the unvarnished truth: I woke up because I could smell
the coffee which Ant had made for our breakfast. Only after having
smelled the coffee could I smell and hear the bacon sizzling on Ants
porta-stove.
“No
shower this morning” Ant announced. There's just enough water left
for washing face and brushing teeth.”
“As
long as I can rinse the sleep out of my eyes, I'll be okay.” I
said.
John
was already finished with his perfunctory ablution.
Kel
just draped himself out of his sleeping bag.
“We'll
take a lunch with us, as well as cool drinks.” Ant said.
The
“cool drinks” and the “fresh meat” were produced via a
Cooler-Box. The cooling system driven by a battery and the battery
loaded by two Solar Cells, which were strategically placed and
connected every chance we had.
“This
is truly the elegant way to enjoy the Safari life.” Kel said.
“Good, fresh food and every night a Gin and Tonic over cubes of
ice.”
“For
nothin' you want, if you Safari with Ant”... so Ant intoned.
It
did not rhyme too well, but it caused complete agreement from John
and Kel and me.
There
was a time when all of us feared that we might lose our precious
cooling system. An Elephant seemed to take great interest in our
solar panel. He tested it with his trunk, carefully, without moving
it, he seemed to smell it, taste it with a general air:
“What in hell is this?”
“What in hell is this?”
“It's
a solar panel” Ant shouted at the Ele. “We need it... you
don't... so go away, leave it alone”. The Ele refused to move and
continued his investigation of this thing he'd never before laid eyes
on. Finally, Ant had to use TC. He neared himself slowly, ever so
respectfully, to the Ele, who finally understood that this thing had
no food value nor any other use for him.
This
Ele clearly did not know how good Gin and Tonic over Ice tasted.
Only through the use of
TC could Ant convince this Ele
to leave our precious
solar panel in peace.
****************
Breakfast
had, Camera gear checked one more time, TC packed with food and
drink for lunch, and we were off for what we hoped would be another
exciting day.
The
'Central Kalahari', in all its 53,000 square kilometers,” is called
a 'desert' but, other than in a true desert, a variety of grasses and
bushes and, in some areas, tall acacias grow on the thin layer of
humus spread over the prevalent sand.
“Let's
go to 'Deception Valley' said Ant.
“Great
suggestion” said John, “since I have no idea what and where
Deception Valley might be.”
“It's
called that for a reason. You'll see for yourself when we get there”
Ant smiled his secret smile.
Immediately
outside our camp, there was tall grass, almost as far as the eye
could see, interspersed with bushes. There were trees in the
distance.
********
“How
soon will we'll see our first wildlife?” Ken challenged.
“Ten
Minutes” I said.
“Fifteen
Minutes” John offered.
“You
both loose! Look over there.” said Ant, pointing slightly to the
left.
There
were two Duikers. The two almost disappeared in the grass.
“Isn't
it a bit funny, the male has two little horns. What's he gonna use
'em for?”
“It
tells everybody that he's the boss around here” Ant laughed.
There
is the male! Despite his horns, he's not a frightening fellow.'
right next, also hiding in the tall grass, a female Duiker
This smart companion, the female of the species,
knows well that at their
size and power,
it is clear that flight is the best answer for
survival.
And then there is the noble, straight horned Oryx.
His horns point to the blue sky above and when he uses them in combat, they can be a formidable weapon.
“I
wonder” Kel asked.
“Does this little Duiker really think he's an
Oryx?“
“Seems
so” said Ant. “He's been sticking around with the big guys for a
while now.”
The also ever present Springbok
“Do
those clouds threaten rain?” I asked, concerned that I had not
brought rain covers for my cameras.
“No,
they don't threaten. They don't even promise. They're just teasing us
a little.
They'll
be gone before noon.”
And
so it was.
The
day got to be very hot and humid.
A
light, very light cloud cover and a very gentle breeze, however, made it all
bearable.
“You'd
think that this level land, level as far as you can see, would be a
bit boring.”
John
was contemplative. “But it isn't boring at all. It's fascinating
and beautiful."
“Over
there is an Acacia. A 'Camelthorn tree' to be precise. Said Ant.
“Oh
yeah! Let's be precise” said Kel with a smile.
“Yeah,
less than precise would be sloppy and that simply wouldn't be our
Ant.”
Slightly
jealous of his thorough knowledge, the rest of them gave him a
banteringly hard time. The three also knew, however, that without
Ants knowledge of the area, its Flora and Fauna, this Safari would not have been half the fun.
There
was this little, almost imperceptible rise in the land.
Ant
said: “You'd never notice it, until you got to the top.”
“There's
a line of black, off in the distance” John looked through his
binoculars.
“They
are Ostriches” he said. “A whole bunch of them.”
Ant
turned our vehicle and used this berm to stay out of sight of these
flightless birds for as long as possible. Only after we had come out
from behind our cover were we close enough for some photography.
Grandfather Ostrich had called a meeting of the Clan
They came in droves:
There were the brown colored daughters
and the black feathered Sons.
********************
The
Kalahari is the only place to view and admire the unique
'Black
Maned Lion'
We
had reached a dense stand of Camelthorn Acacia trees and Hoodia
Cactus plants.
You
don't really think that I knew these names? Of course not!
But
Ant did. Ant, so John and I decided, knows everything. At least
'everything' which has to do with 'Africa'.
“Let's
stop here, for a good, strong cup of coffee and a sandwich”
“I'd
rather have something cold, like that lemon juice we had yesterday”
I said.
“Hot
Coffee and Cold lemon juice coming up” Ant produced, like magic,
two thermos bottles and four cups.
Ant,
John and Kel opted for Coffee, while I stayed with the juice.
We
munched on lavishly prepared sandwiches and enjoyed the little rest
in the shade.
Ant
and Kel scanned the surroundings with their binos, when Ant called
out:
“Lions
at one O'clock,” pointing in this direction at the same time.
“Beautiful
black maned Kalahari Lions!” There was admiration in Kel's voice.
I
scrambled to unpack my 800 mm lens, snapping it on the D700 and
putting this combination on my sturdy Manfreto tripod.
“That
oughta do it” said Kel. “You could almost use this as a weapon”
I
took image after image, slightly changing the settings after each set
of five images.
I
was truly lucky. Even though it was a hot day, there was little, if
any, haze in the air.
The
Lions, there was one male and four females, came ever closer, until
they slipped under the low hanging branches of a thorn bush near by.
I
had long since changed to shorter lenses an hand-held camera.
We
remained in this location, observing these beautiful animals for a
long time.
“We
won't make it to 'Deception Pan' “ Ant said. “But this is much
better” Kel added.
“Now
you can tell us what this 'Deception thing' is all about. Since we
won't get there it can't be a surprise.” John spoke quietly, so as
not to disturb the Lions.
“Well,
when you get there,” Ant began his explanation, “ 'Deception'
lies just below a little rise in the countryside. You look down and
'yippy' there's a lovely blue lake. More like a pond, of course, but,
nevertheless a light to dark blue body of water. So you rush down,
because it is the Dry Season and you are in the Kalahari.
There
cannot be such a lovely blue pond.
Not
now and not in the desert, which is the Kalahari.
This dried out reddish-blue soil, in the sunlight looks like the ripples of a blue lake.
This dried out reddish-blue soil, in the sunlight looks like the ripples of a blue lake.
“So
there, that's the story” said Kel, who had heard it before, who in
fact, had been there some years ago.
“Now
we have something much better” I said and tripped the shutter one
more time.
*********************
Tomorrow we have the privilege of visiting the "San"
The what? I asked.
It's not "the what" Ant said. "It's the Who?
It's not "the what" Ant said. "It's the Who?
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