South Africa
Lion's Head peeking up from Cape Town.
There are three main languages spoken in
Afrikaans is also a hodgepodge language put together mostly with bits of Dutch, some indigenous languages, and Malaysian. It’s easy to think that Afrikaans is spoken by whites and Xhosa by blacks, but almost everyone in
We were met at the
But when I got to the car I realized we were a bit worse off than I at first suspected. Jenni had somehow slammed not just one wheel, but the entire left side of the car into a protruding corner-curb. If this were at sea, it would have been the Exxon Valdese. Both left tires were blown and the wheels beneath them looked like they had been a chew toy for an enormous Doberman. This car was not driving anywhere. Most of us went on to the house, and Elisha went back with a couple people to wait for the people from Hertz. After everything was straightened out, Heather coined the phrase “Jenni-close.” A volleyball comes whizzing by your head and you’d say “That was close.” A plane flies into a mountainside, and you’d say “That was Jenni-close.” I’m sure it is not necessary for me to say that that phrase was used quite liberally throughout the week, and that it is less then likely Jenni will ever live the incident down. But no one was hurt, there were World Cup Finals to watch, and booze to be drank so everyone, including Jenni, soldiered on.
Our group was ten people and we stayed at an incredible place called The Hollywood Mansion in a small suburb of
The house even had its own butler, Elisha, who I mentioned earlier. Elisha lived in a small cottage off the back of the house with his wife who was the housekeeper and their young son. He was from
There was an armed response to any alarm tripped in the neighborhood and our first morning there Jenni had to explain to two officers who we were and that the alarm was simply one of us opening the patio door. Each room had a panic button that summoned the security guards which made me feel safe until that morning with the patio door, when it took them about one hour to get to the house after we tripped the alarm.
Our first full day there, a bunch of us hiked up one of the trails to the top of
I tried to make sure every time there was a camera aimed at me I shot the photographer the finger.
And pretty soon it was a trend.
The hike up was gorgeous. After the first half mile or so it was almost entirely straight up. There were steps carved into the trail and we scrambled up small boulders. At one point there was a section that involved ladders. After about two hours of climbing, when we were reaching what we though must be the top, we ran into a group of hikers who told us that it would be another three hours to the summit. Half the party wanted to go on and see if they could make it. But the rest of us, realizing that it was getting late and not wanting to get caught on the trail after dark, decided to head back down the way we’d come. The descent was a bitch. And it turns out that we were quite simply lied to about the time to the top. The ascending group made it to the top in about an hour, the same time it took us to get back down. So they got to ride the cable cars back down, but I didn’t feel too cheated. It was an incredible hike with expansive views of
Hooray! More fingers.
About ninety minutes drive Northeast of Cape Town is a game reserve called
When we arrived, we were served breakfast in a huge lodge heated by fireplaces and smelling of burnt wood and stew. One of the women in our group is a vegetarian, and apparently this concept does not exist in
We got lucky and saw every animal on the list. From our open air truck we saw hippos, springbok, giraffe, wildebeest, zebra (Did you know a group of zebras is called a “dazzle”?), rhinoceros, ostrich, and lions. The driver was able to pull up to within 20 yards of most of the animals, and in some cases even closer. At one point we all got down from the truck and our guide walked us up into some rocks and pointed out a painting put on one of the boulders by Bushmen thousands of years ago. It was a painting of a group of stick figures each about 12 inches high. Our guide told us they used animal blood and water and mud to make the reddish ink the figures were painted with.
It was a fairly cold day, and from time to time a strong wind would chill us to the bone, but they had blankets in the truck, and we were too excited to really notice anyway. The landscape was wide open plains, not quite desert, with a lot of scrub-brush and the occasional boulder formation or small hill. It was eerily quiet when the driver would stop near an animal or group of animals and turn off the engine.
Our guide was named Matthew, and he was incredibly knowledgeable and very passionate about his job and about wildlife in general. He asked many questions about the
When we got to the Lions, Matthew who had been riding on the running board of the truck climbed inside. He told us that the lions probably wouldn’t attack him if he were out there, but they were very curious, and being investigated by a pride of curious lions could be rather painful. They had their own section of the park cordoned off by electric fences, otherwise they’d eat all the other animals, and there wouldn’t be much left. Matthew said that occasionally some of the other animals would jump the fence and the lions got a free snack.
Within the larger enclosure was a smaller one containing three young males. They had to be kept separate from the rest of the pride until they were older because they were not the offspring of the dominant male and he’d kill them the first chance he got in order to keep them from usurping his throne. When the young ones were old enough to defend themselves, the plan was to let them in with the rest of the pride. As we approached this smaller enclosure we saw that the rest of the pride were all hanging around the fence to be close to the young ones, and when we came to a stop we were about 10 yards from the entire pride. It was impressive. None of them paid us much attention, and just lay around soaking up the sun but when a group of people rode nearby on horseback, all the lions stood up and didn’t take their eyes off of them until they had rounded the bend and gone out of sight.
The pride consisted of one male and three females. After we’d been sitting watching them for about 15 minutes, one of the females got a little frisky with the male and in playing, he was chasing her around when she suddenly took a turn toward the truck and started to gallop straight for us. Matthew, who had been quite relaxed until that point, suddenly stood up in his seat and without taking his eyes off of her, he started nudging the driver and saying “Go, go, go…” in the way someone does when they are trying to emphasize the urgency of a situation without seeming like they’re panicked. She didn’t give chase, and we drove on.
Every time we stopped Matthew would give his speech about one animal or another and then ask if any of us had any questions. No matter what the animal was, hippo to beetle, Tuyen asked the same question every time: “How does it taste?” She said it with zeal. The previous night she’d had a shish kabob of mixed game. There was kudu, crocodile, springbok, and ostrich. Apparently the tastes had agreed with her because now she was riding around this game preserve as though she were in the butcher’s section of a giant supermarket. We saw a herd of springbok grazing on a hillside, and Tuyen saw a pack of hamburgers.
Yup. We're all holding chunks of rhino poo.
While I was petting the male cheetah he got a little frisky and decided to chew at my arm and paw at me (their claws don’t retract). What I was supposed to do, apparently, was to get my hand away from him and step back, but it didn’t hurt so I just grabbed his exposed belly and shook my hand around to egg him on. The rangers were quite nervous but I could tell he was just playing, and the cheetah and I had a great time.
The lands around
At the first vineyard Stephen gave us a little tasting lesson, and then took us up onto the roof top patio to drink. There were great views and great wine. The second place, Van Ryn, made brandy, and this absolutely DE-fucking-LICIOUS cream liqueur called Angels’ Share. The name comes from a phrase used in brandy making: When brandy ages in its barrels, it loses about 3% of its volume. The distillers call this lost brandy “The Angels’ Share”. This stuff was a bit like Bailey’s, but instead of a cream-whiskey, it’s a cream-brandy so it’s a much more crisp taste. There was no pretense involved in brandy tasting. The guy who worked there said something along the lines of ‘Don’t swirl your glass. Don’t spit it out. It’s brandy. Just drink it. If you like it, it’s good, if you don’t like it, it’s bad.’ I liked the ten year old stuff, but not the twelve and not the new stuff.
There was a stop for a nice lunch at a vineyard called Skilpadvlei (tortoise valley) and there was more wine over lamb stew. Their wine was called Skilpad Dop. Skilpad means tortoise, and Dop means “shell” but is also a slang term for going out to have a drink. The label has a cartoon of a drunken turtle on it who’s wearing a wine glass on his head.
The last place was on a huge farm with by far the best views of the day. It was called Seidelberg. The wine was good, but not spectacular. There were two big dogs loping around the lawn and they loved all the attention we brought with us and they seemed nice until one of the black workers would come near the shop. The dogs would chase the workers up to the edge of the lawn barking all the while. The manager told me she thought they were a “bit racist” but she didn't seem too concerned about it. I guess I wasn’t dark enough to stir them up, though because they had no problems with me, and one of them even came up to Heather and I and rolled onto his back and stayed there, belly up, for about ten minutes.
Stephen, Heather and I after a day of drinking.It was getting dark as we left and we went to our final stop of the evening. It was an amazing restaurant called Moyo. It was in a huge circus-sized tent with a buffet on one side and a stage in the center. By this time it was getting very, very cold out so we were glad to see there were gas heaters set up over the tables, and thick wool blankets on the chairs. Heather wore both her and my blankets. Upon each party’s arrival a woman came to their table and painted each persons face with a design. There was plenty of the Tasty to go around, and the desserts were unbelievable. Every half an hour or so a group would take the stage. They performed drumming, dancing, and singing. One of the numbers was a bit too much like performance art for my taste, but the rest were great. At the end of the night, when we were getting ready to leave they approached our table and sang an acapella, sort of doo-wop song. They told us it was a South African welcoming song. The chorus was something like “take of your jacket and stay a while.” I usually detest any sort of performances during my meals. I’m not sure if it was the wine or the Tasty, but I made an exception in this case, and had a great time.
It means “
But
The next day we left, and we were very sad to do so.
I think they've had enough.
This sign means "Check under your car for penguins before you drive away." I thought it was one of the funniest signs I've seen.
1 Comments:
I remember you saying as a young lad, say 13 years oldish, that you always wanted to go to South Africa.
Hell, this Blog of yours really has set me off to go! Sounds as though you will bring back TONS of great stories with you to the states...if you wanna come back that is. When ARE you comeing back?
Shua
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