In some 40 visits to the Kalahari we’ve racked up about 400 days. And they’ve always been exhilarating. But on a recent trip around the Northern Cape’s arid parks, we had only 48 hours in the Kgalagadi Transfrontier Park. We were worried it wouldn’t be enough. We were wrong.
We sat quietly and although dad stayed on guard duty, the rest of the family gradually relaxed. The kids started to play and mom began tidying the entrance to the burrow, flinging sand behind her as she dug, not caring that dad was getting a face-full. The Littles popped up and down, in and out of the burrow, went on short adventures, wrestled each other and fell down, all catching the soft rays of the late afternoon sun.
Our last morning
So many snapshots to take with our minds, to remember and cherish when we were back in the city. A field of bright yellow devil’s thorn flowers; a huge herd of springbok silhouetted against the sun rising through clouds; the orange sun rising through the branches of a camel thorn tree.
We found two African wild cats in the lower branches of a camel thorn. One of them climbed down towards a fallen branch, stopping to look right at us. The other joined it on the horizontal branch and there was some hissing and fisticuffs before peace returned.
My name is Roxanne and I’m a Kgalagadi addict.
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