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Life & Adventures in the South African Bush

By : Carolyn Devens
Trip Begins July 3, 2009
Trip Ends September 15, 2009

This was a blog to keep loved ones back in the states apprised of my time interning in Hoedspruit, South Africa. I started at the White Lion Protection Trust and ended at the African Dream Horse Safari program.
See my photos : Life & Adventures in the South African Bush
July 3, 2009
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Comedy of Errors: Travel Blunders Edition

I haven't seen any lions yet but I HAVE successfully made it to the Timbavati Mongoza Camp, which is actually a huge deal! It doesn’t sound like such a feat on paper with a flight from Pittsburgh to JFK, then to Johannesburg, South Africa and then to Hoedspruit, BUT unfortunately it wasn’t as uneventful as hoped. I feel like I have to share the ridiculousness of my last four days. Normally I would hesitate to bore others with travel woes but these past days have been an epic series of unforeseeable setbacks I think they will amuse everyone because honestly I can’t help but laugh, even if its only out of exasperation! You’ll notice that this blog is being posted on Friday July 3 (I got to camp a couple hours ago and given the night to rest)… well let me just begin by saying that I was originally supposed to leave Pittsburgh on Monday June 29th and arrive in Hoedspruit, S.A. on the 30th. That plan was quickly thwarted when I arrived at the airport at 4am on the morning of the 29th to find my flight to JFK canceled. As it turned out, due to one thing or another, the plane we were to be on never came in the night before leaving us few options. Trying to remain calm and find another means to get me to JFK for my connecting international flight leaving at 11:35am, my Mommy and I checked all the other airlines but conveniently no one else had any flights getting into JFK or even Laguardia in time for me to make my next flight! Sooooo… feeling rather defeated… we left for home (still in the dark). At this point, since I hadn’t felt the need to get any sleep that night, I crashed into bed and unfairly left the rebooking madness to my Mother dearest. Upon waking later that afternoon I found myself rebooked with the next best option, which was the same series of flights leaving on Wednesday. Suddenly with time to spare, all my affairs in order, all my goodbyes taken care of and bags still in my trunk, I did what any unemployed 22-year-old would do.. relaxed on the couch!

3am Wednesday morning rolled around and I was up, showered and ready to roll! This time I actually found myself seating on the flight to JFK and even on the flight to Johannesburg! I was on top of the world and feeling redeemed! Well that’s about where my luck ran out. After watching the luggage of 3 international jumbo jets circle the turnstile for 20 some minutes and the minutes before my connecting flight slipping away, I filed a missing baggage report. I was in Jo’burg and it was definitely still hanging out at JFK! Perfect! And of course by this time there was only about 10 minutes till my next flight took off so I kissed the idea of getting to Hoedspruit on time goodbye! By the time I left the baggage claim area my connecting flight had to have been in the air. Feeling no sense of urgency at this point.. I wandered out into the airport and was relieved to find the man waiting for me that was supposed to have guided me to my next gate (quickly I realized how much I needed him- Jo’burg airport may just be the largest and most confusing airport I have ever seen). Instead, we got me a cell phone, which quickly became invaluable in my efforts to reach this camp, and then went to the airline’s counter to see about getting on another flight. Only two flights go to Hoedspruit a day and the next was booked solid and about to start boarding so the woman printed out an oddly large piece of paper full of characters and airline language that was supposed to say I was on the 10:30 flight out the next morning. Feeling satisfied with the arrangement, my hero of the day, Dave, then helped me get a shuttle to a hotel that he knew well and I was off.

The hotel was very pleasant and one of the 8 or so channels actually provided some decent viewing options. Not that this was necessarily one of them, but after sleeping from 5pm to 2:30am I was awake and thoroughly entertained by none other than Baywatch: Hawaiian Wedding. Some guy seeking revenge on Mitch kidnapped most of the Baywatch babes/ his wedding party and put them in life threatening situations like being tied down on the beach with the tide coming in, handcuffed in an underwater chamber that in slowly flooding and being tied to a submerged rock by their ankles amidst active underwater volcanic vents (that was Carmen Electra and her love interest). Mitch and others of course find and save all three of the disgustingly attractive couples scattered across the Islands within minutes on the show and the evil plan of revenge is easily thwarted. Mitch’s son, Kobey?, was unconscious for a couple seconds but it was hardly a scare. Oh, I forgot to mention the brilliantly choreographed flight scene at the end between Mitch and his arch-nemesis... Mitch won.. just in case you were wondering! Did I mention there were only 8 channels? Yeah, don’t judge.

I jump on the airport shuttle the next morning feeling good.. go to check in.. umm yeeeeah, my name just happens to be missing from the computer and the guy keeps telling me that the funny looking print out says something about June 3 instead of July 3, which was today's date…. Perrrrrrrrfect! Needless to say, I got sent back to the rescheduling counter I know so well to find that there’s simply nothing they can do but put me on standby for the 12:15 flight. So, once again, with no place to hurry off to, I mosey back over to the check in counter to inform them that I need to be put on standby, which they do thankfully without an issue. I’m instructed to check back at 11:25 when they can inform me of my fate.. airborne or stranded for another day/ possibly busing my way to Hoedspruit?! I am back at that counter at 11:26 and ask the woman about my standby status. She looks at me and points down the counter to another woman, who immediately starts typing away.. typing typing typing.. phone call.. phone call.. waiting.. typing.. I’M IN LUCK! I HAVE MYSELF A SEAT: 5D! WOOHOO!

I navigate my way down a couple escalators and end up at gate E4. Boarding time came and went and we all held our breaths. By the time we were scheduled to take off we were still being boarded onto the bus shuttle that took us out to our plane. All of us eager to get in the air were then told we had to stay on the bus for another 10 minutes due to some problem with the plane! OH GREAT! Ten minutes came and went and we were eventually shuttled back to good old E4 where we were left to linger and wait with no real explanation of what was going on! At this point all I cared about was that I had a ticket stub in my hand, which meant I was on my way since that was huge progress for me. I just hung out and befriended some fellow Hoedspruit bound travelers. It wasn’t until I sat down with a group of older men, who my new friend and I had noticed talking with the airline people, did I learn that “they” didn’t even know that we had been returned to the gate! It wasn’t in the computer! Sadly, I’m pretty sure the only reason we got in the air later that afternoon at 2:30 was because of the initiative taken by these men! Ha.. ha.. haaaa that’s rather unsettling. What’s ironic about the situation was that the wheels of the plane later lifted off at EXACTLY 2:30pm.. go figure!! So, needless to say (well, at least at this point in the story) I made it to Hoedspruit and was met by one of the men from the White Lion Reintroduction Project!

Side story.. in case you didn’t realize how small this world really is: I was sitting amongst a group of American High School kids, who are traveling around South Africa for two weeks, and one of their group leaders was sitting in front of me and asked me where I was from.. long story short.. it turns out that he and the other group leader were both groomsmen in my old neighbor’s (from Canterbury Lane) wedding!! They all met at camp back in the day! This neighbor and his older brother even babysat for me on occasion way back when. CRAZY!! I said I was from Pittsburgh and the next thing I knew he was asking if I went to Sewickley Academy and if I knew my neighbor of 18 years! I haven’t seen this guy in years but I run into his father quite often at the Sewickley Starbucks! Hah true story!

Anyway.. I’m in the bush, everyone seems great, I’m one of 4 interns (one British and the other two French), and happy as a clam. Well I guess there is the minor detail that I’m still minus a bag and that I have been wearing this outfit since Wednesday morning, but I’d like to ignore that second part.. especially since it looks like I’ll be wearing this tomorrow! Haha! I guess it could be worse though.. I could be trying to walk to Hoedspruit right now! Fingers crossed that my bag has a better luck than me! Hopefully it will surface 30km away at the airport tomorrow at some point. Considering the airport consists of one runway and a very nice woman sitting behind one wooden desk, I figure I shouldn’t have much trouble once it arrives! Though at this point I wouldn’t be surprised if it was forgotten about out on the runway and ravaged by a troop of baboons.. it could happen!

July 5, 2009
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First days in the bush

Happy Belated 4th of July everyone! I actually had the wrong date on my watch and totally forgot yesterday! I only realized this morning when someone said it was the 5th that I was off by a day. It was actually my new British friend and fellow intern that then said.. "you didn't realize that yesterday was your 4th of July?".. yeah, that was a tad embarrassing! Oh well, as it turned out i celebrated last night without realizing because our whole crew went to a pub in town to watch the rugby match between South Africa and England/ Ireland and then continued drinking and hanging out into the night! P.S. I love rugby! I also learned last night at the pub that ostrich is really yummy and that dry alcoholic cider is soooo much better than drinking beer! Again I felt a little silly to learn from one of the guys working here from D.C.that we have cider in the States! Who knew..!?

Sunday is our official day off but everyone was just sitting around mid-day so we all piled into the Jeep and went to check on the "Royal Family" pride consisting of a male that was rescued from a canned hunting camp, rehabilitated and then released into our reserve and a female and their three 1 and 1/2 year old cubs (2 males and a female). There is also another pride in another enclosed piece of land consisting of 2 females and two brothers (I think!?). So, this afternoon was my introduction with the Royals and they are all magnificent healthy white lions. After watching them drag around a Giraffe leg (that had been left for them to find due to their natural hunting skills still being a little less developed than fully wild lions) we were ready to head back to camp when the dominant male decided to take a nap beside/ against our back right wheel thus trapping us between him and an acacia bush that was in front of our car. Some impatience from inside the Jeep eventually lead us to take out the bush in front of us and the male could not have cared any less!!! The cubs were a little more curious and galloped after us for a coupe seconds before stopping to watch us roll away! This afternoon check is done everyday as well as a nightly one so depending on my schedule around camp with research assigned to me, I will have plenty of face time with these gorgeous cats! I couldn't be happier about it!

July 7, 2009
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"Its gonna take a lot to drag me away from you"

I think I finally hit my stride today. I felt less like a guest being shown the ropes and more like someone that is settling in for the next 11 weeks. All the interns got up for the daily 6am check this morning, but still not really on a good waking schedule, I opted to stay beneath the covers. Though, I soon regretted the decision after hearing the distant roars of the Royals. I eventually rolled out of bed and headed for the main camp. Typically in the morning we all jump in the Jeep for a ride to the office, but today I was finally able to walk the road alone with my thoughts. Taking in the surroundings, I moseyed along the path listening to the birds and every so often to the rustling from the brush on either side of me. I reached the office in about ten minutes time and got to work whipping up a whopping bowl of frosted flakes topped with a banana, which I ate while doing some data entry on the computer. I hoped this would ease my personal guilt for being lazy and skipping morning check. I shortly gave up due to illegible handwriting!

Later, I jumped at the opportunity to go out with one of the bosses for the mid-day check on the other pride across the road. Upon entering the enclosure we discovered a fault in the electric fence and set off to locate the problem. Likely due to the lions chasing a wildebeest into the fence, we found a large segment that was partially down. I was given the duty of standing by the Truck with the telemetry GPS tracker, while the two men got to work. As I watched them make their way further and further down the fence focused on the job at hand I realized I was standing there listening to the faint but clear beep indicating the proximity of one of the dominant brothers of this feline foursome. We weren’t in any immediate danger, but I still got a surge of surreal excitement at the thought of me standing there inside the territory of the two Brothers and two Golden Girls (tawny females) listening carefully for any fluctuation in beeping pitch and watching the radio’s screen for a spike in bars indicating that we had company! The guys worked quickly and within ten minutes there were on their way back to the car. As they approached I was excited to report that an additional bar had popped up on the screen but other than that there was no desperate dash back to the truck or anything exciting to report (Don’t worry Mom!!). We eventually tracked down the Brothers resting in a thicket like a couple of very lazy and very content cats (one of them grooming away). I got the chance to try my hand at taking down the data on the boys, which was fairly gratifying after being on the other end earlier doing the tedious data entry and even more because this was the boss guilty of the challenging handwriting!

We left the boys to their napping and set out to see if we could catch a glimpse of the Golden Girls, who are a pair of completely wild sisters brought in to form a pride with the white Brothers. True to their wild background, they eluded us even with a full signal on the radio for quite a while until the guys spotted a butt through the thicket from probably 50m away. A few moments later after.. “see that tree (!?!?).. now look a bit to the left where there is that dark area.. now over.. down.. THERE!!” “Umm, yeah guys I see it” I lied initially. It took the female to stand up a few moments later for me (staring at the “there” location) to finally distinguish a hind leg! I guess that kind of vision comes with 30 years in the bush, which is precisely how long my boss has been doing this kind of thing. No sooner did I catch a glimpse of her did she, and her sister presumably, disappear into the brush! I took down what data I could and, content with seeing a leg and knowing that I had 11 more weeks to get acquainted with the Golden Girls, figured we were heading for home… but my boss was determined to provide me with a proper introduction to his ladies. Again, with a full taunting signal blaring at us over the radio, we had to make several loops around the vicinity. Our labors were not in vain and the next thing I knew we had rolled right up next to one of the females. We quickly realized that she and her sister were mid-hunt when we noticed a group of wildebeest ahead of us through the thicket about 45m. Her sister was undoubtedly positioned somewhere on the opposite side of the herd lying in wait. We sat there I silence hoping in some small way it would make up for the fact that we had just startled the stalking cat as well as blown her cover. A few minutes later the wildebeest took off and our girl slowly and fluidly rose from the grasses and silently pursued them into the thicket to reposition for an ambush. We left with the faith that on tomorrow’s check we would find some fat and happy cats.

We had been traversing the enclosure for a few hours and the sun was setting as we wound our way around the dirt roads in the direction of the gate to the main road that separates the two enclosures (our camp is located within the Royal’s enclosure). With the tangled thicket and acacia bushes creating walls of seemingly impenetrable thorns around us, I looked to the sky. Above the harsh horizon floated a smattering of flawlessly billowing clouds stained shades of pink, crimson, periwinkle and deep plum that seamlessly melted together. By the time we reached the camp gates a fiery pink full moon hung just above the horizon amidst a cloudless dull steel blue sky. Lets just say it warranted us stopping the truck and backing up beyond edge of the camp fence for another glance. The land and animals may be harsh and wild but the spirit of this place below such a sky will fill anyone’s heart with the warmth of home.

July 15, 2009
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Moholoholo, Kruger, HESC, Klaserie

Well the last few days have been busy! Many early mornings and even pre-sunrise alarm clocks. For the record I definitely prefer sunsets, but who am I kidding, that is no secret as my Aunt Kim so sarcastically noted. I’ve never pretended to be much of a morning person.. or even early afternoon person for that matter. In fact, for much of my life I have functioned on what I have been classifying as “college time” for the last 4 years. This means turning off the light/ TV/ music player or whatever sometime between 2 and 4am. Then of course, if there is no “legitimate” reason to wake up, I’ve been known to roll out of bed in time for a late lunch (I know what you are all thinking and don’t worry Mom and Dad, class was a “legitimate” reason.. for the most part). So okay, you get the picture and now that I’ve likely embarrassed myself with a little too much honesty you can understand and appreciate the general sarcasm used towards me by my family and friends on matters of the AM. We simply don’t get along. We actually have a needlepoint picture at home that has made its way onto my bedroom wall that depicts Snoopy lying on his back atop his red doghouse that says “I’m allergic to morning.” Who knows where this thing came from years and yeeears ago but it has ended up on the appropriate child’s wall and most mornings (aka up before noon) I empathize with poor old Snoopy. To add insult to injury, my Mother commented on how I looked exhaaausted while Skyping her the other night using my spiffy built in web camera. Wonderful.

Wednesday July 8 Moholoholo Rehabilitation Center

We rented a car for two days and set off with grand plans. I realize by this time I hadn’t been under the White Lion Protection Trust’s roof a week but the two French interns had been here two weeks and were getting cabin, or rather bush camp fever. I have to explain that ever since the Royal Pride was released from their small boma enclosure on the grounds into the open 700 ha enclosure a month ago, no one can freeing walk about outside of the fenced in office camp unless on lion monitoring check and even then you are confined to the trucks. And as already mentioned, we interns have no means of leaving the grounds on our own. So.. with that said, you can understand that it wasn’t me and the British intern Sophie, who arrived a day before me, that were ready to escape, but more that we woke up this morning and were told that the French girls were renting a car and that we had the opportunity to jump onboard. And even though it was only the day before that I said I was finally getting my feet wet around here, I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to check out the area. Honestly, I headed into town that day to rent a car with the girls not really clear on what destinations were in our future.

First stop was Moholoholo Rehabilitation Center about a half hour away. One of Moholoholo’s aims is to reintroduce rehabilitated wildlife to their natural environments. They also create homes for orphaned, poisoned or injured wildlife, which through their injuries will never be able to return to their natural environments. As we got closer to the center, the Drakensberg Escarpment loomed ever closer until we were on a road running adjacent to the majestic rocky barrier. We arrived at the gate before our designated tour booking and decided to head back down the road to grab a snack. We found a posh little tearoom along the main road complete with a guest book filled with many international signatures. After my hazelnut milkshake I helped Sophie sign the book for the four of us! Then we hopped back in our little blue rented Toyota Yaris and headed back down the road. The tour lasted a couple hours providing us the opportunity to get an up close and personal look at many native species of large birds (eagles, vultures, storks, etc), cats (Serval, Lions, Cheetahs), Spotted Hyena, Wild Dogs, Honey Badger (coolest animal ever.. YouTube it!!), and even two baby rhinos that were quite lovable. We all enjoyed the facility and learned more about the increasingly pressing human/ wildlife conflict issues of the region because many of their furry and feathery residents found themselves at Moholoholo after being poisoned, caught in a poachers snare (the lioness, her ankle destroyed) , rescued from illegal private ownership (Big Boy the male lion) or injured by human infrastructure like power lines. While it is sad that the majority of their animals will never see their wild natural habitat again, it is wonderful to tour a facility that extends the opportunity of survival to at least these few fortunate rescued animals.

While hanging out with the Rhinos a rather familiar accent caught my attention coming from the direction of the two Moholoholo interns watching our group hover around the rhinos. Sure enough, the two guys were from my continent. One was a college student from Maryland and the other was from Calgary and was definately also University age. Upon hearing that I was from Pittsburgh, the guy from Maryland quickly blurted out “are you a Steeler fan?!?!” To which I replied “um, of cooooourse.. AND a Penguin fan!” like it obviously went without saying haha! Then I was chatting with the guy from Calgary and mentioned that I had a friend that lived out there (Hi Colin!!) that I knew from Muskoka. I then asked an equally unnecessary question about whether he knew Muskoka... of course he did! Again.. it’s a small small world!

On our way back home with time before the grocery store closed, we made a stop for some fresh veggies. It isn’t everyday we have our own wheels here (actually we will NEVER have our own car and transportation freedom unless its rented under one of our names) so we thought we would take advantage before heading home to get locked inside our double electrical fence gate amidst white lions. As I was wandering the aisles I passed the typical school supplies type section complete with Hanna Montana and High School musical notebooks, pencils, markers, you name it. Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh…. Really, reeeeeally???? A few feet further down the aisle and I was looking at Hanna Montana and Brats dolls and High School Musical games. No words to explain the disgust and frustration I felt at that moment. All I could do was shake my head and continue walking.

Thursday July 9 Kruger National Park

I’m fairly certain that this morning was the first time my alarm was set to wake me up as early as 4am! I’m tempted to say that the morning I left for the Pittsburgh airport might have been the first, but then I remember that my strategy then was simply not to sleep that night (or both those nights for that matter since it took me a couple try’s). I must admit that as hard as it is to get up for morning lion checks at 5:50am, 4am is just plain miserable.. and dark!

I’ve been having trouble subconsciously accepting that I need to turn off my brain at 10:30pm every night in order to function enough to not fall out of the open backed safari Crusier on the drive to the main office in the mornings so telling my ever running brain to cut it out the night before a 4am wake up wasn’t easy. I thought reading might help to relax me but curse you Nicholas Sparks for your engrossing and heartwarming love story novels! The next thing I knew it was almost 1am. Sigh.

I was on my feet at 4, pulling out of WLT’s main gate in our little Toyota at 5 and at the Kruger National Park gate at 6:05. The morning got off to a slow start with wildlife viewing but as we all gradually woke up enough to effectively scan our surroundings and made our way deeper into the park it seemed like the animals got the memo that we had arrived and were coming out to play. Even when there were lulls in the action, the Kruger landscape is just stunning and picturesque in the way that only the African bush can be. We also quickly learned how to navigate around the section of the park utilizing our map/ guide to find all the water holes, lookout points and picnic/ get out and stretch sites. While I’d love to sit here and dabble in poetic prose trying my best to illustrate the splendor and majesty of some of the areas and animals, I’ll do one better and show you! (pictures)

Over the course of the day I took more than 1,000 photos so those included above is just a taste really. So to rub it in a little further, here is a list of all the animals seen throughout the day.
Birds: Lappet-faced Vulture, Ground Hornbill, Southern Yellow-billed Hornbill (Lion King’s Zazu!), Glossy Starling, Lilac-breasted Roller, Ground Hornbill, American Fish Eagle, Tawny Eagle, Hammerkop and Marabou Stork amongst other tiny unidentifiable birds with our amateur birding knowledge.

Animals: Lions, Leopard (dead in tree unfortunately), Spotted Hyena, Elephant, Impala, Giraffe, Buffalo, Greater Kudu, Zebra, Waterbuck, Wildebeest, Hippo, Klipspringer, Duiker, Warthog, Baboon, Vervet Monkey, Dwarf Mongoose, Ostrich and Nile Crocodile.

While at one of the picnic sites that was more than overrun by Glossy Starling Birds I was actually pooped on. It was only a matter of time for literally a second earlier I had been thinking to myself how sitting at our chosen picnic table under a very large tree was probably unwise. Of course only once we were walking to the car did my fears become realized. Honestly I found it more comical than anything.. no biggie. A woman sitting nearby, who had witnessed the scene was really cute and brought me over a tissue that she had (the smallest tissue ever) and informed me of my good fortune and the luck that lay ahead in my future that comes from being pooped on. Haha sounds good to me! Luckily I was wearing a sleeveless shirt and the warm little gift that was left was perfectly aimed for the top of my shoulder maximizing splat surface area but still just missing my black shirt. Future good fortune while maintaining an unsoiled shirt.. can’t complain about that!

The lion and hyena sightings were actually just at the end when we were making our way to the exit gate. They were also the reason that we were a half hour late leaving Kruger and almost got fined at the gate. Sophie made a quick case for our lateness due to the traffic jam of cars haphazardly jamming a decent chunk of highway near the lions, which was only about 25km from the gate, appealing to the man’s more forgiving nature and we got out of there with a warning. Phew!

On the way home we caught a glimpse of South African driving etiquette.. or rather the lack there of! While trying to keep from being merged into going about 75mph we caught another phenomenal moon rising over the western horizon. The full moon had been a couple days earlier but this moon was equally brilliant with a burnt umber glow amidst a blackening sky. Two of the girls attempted to take a picture of the hovering moon but we all know that those pictures very rarely turn out but that didn’t stop them from giving it a shot. I know I have in the past and I think that’s why my camera stayed in its case at my feet on the way home!

We finally reached our main gate at 8pm but didn’t pull into our base camp gate until 8:30 or so because the Dominant male of the Royal Pride had a sense of humor upon our arrival. When our friend came to open the gate for us, the GPS picked up that the large cat was too close for comfort. As a result, we had to drive a little ways down the dirt road to the other main gate of the property to get let in but the big cat had decided to follow us and again the GPS was indicating that he was somewhere too close to open the gate according to our safety protocol. While we knew we’d laugh about it in the morning, we were tired and getting a bit frustrated with the little game of cat and mouse he was playing with us. So once again both cars headed back to the first gate and thankfully the big cat had had his fun and moved on in a different direction.

*I probably should have mentioned this in an earlier blog but I purposefully neglect to include names of roads, gates, base camps, cats and the people that are employed by WLT because of a confidentiality agreement that I signed. This also prevents us from publishing, posting or emailing pictures of the cats because the ever present threat against the WLT and our white lions from poachers, and canned hunting camps in the area (literally neighboring properties). While no one here necessarily shares the concerns over pictures with our CEO, I still need to respect the contract… though I’d looooove nothing more than to show everyone! I just wanted to let everyone know that we don’t call the dominant male the dominant male haha.. they all have very unique names. The dom. male of the Royal Pride actually has a price on his head because he was rescued from a canned hunting camp in the area so his name has even since been changed for his safety!

Friday July 10 Hoedspruit Endangered Species Centre: Cheetah Project
One thing that I have noticed and have come to love is the fact that no matter where you go in the Hoedspruit, Limpopo Region you can always see the Drakensberg Escarpment looming in the distance. It typically lies in such stark contrast with the flat horizon that it looks fake in all its muted purple and blue-ish hues in the extreme distance. It reminds me of the faithful presence of Mt. Meru no matter where I traveled in Arusha, Tanzania. This geologic giant like Mt. Meru fills me with a certain degree of comfort that I can’t readily explain. I guess it’s kind of like a feeling of familiarity, consistency and even security in a weird way. It doesn’t hurt that I never got sick of gazing up at Mt. Meru peaking through the clouds and I that I don’t foresee gazing wondrously at Drakensberg getting old either. Every time I notice Drakensberg in the distance its almost exciting for that initial moment like it was when I woke up to find Mt. Meru looking down at me on a clear morning.

The Hoedspruit Endangered Species Center (HESC) was great. The story of the place has a very Jane Goodall-esque story with the owner and founder being an older woman, who from an unassuming friendship with a cheetah cub as a young girl, grew love and want to help her beloved cat species. She eventually created HESC as a type of sanctuary and breeding program for these endangered felines. Today the center has also become a safe haven for some Wild Dogs, Kudu, two Caracal, two rescued Lions, a rescued retired circus tiger (left hunchbacked from jumping through hoops) and an orphaned Zebra, who was adopted by the female lamb and resident surrogate mother of the grounds! They also acquired a baby elephant a few years ago that they had attempted to reintroduce into a wild elephant pack in the Timbavati Game Reserve. Unfortunately after months of preparation, the baby elephant was rejected by the pack and spent the rest of his young life in the company of the HESC staff, who he apparently preferred anyway, before being given to another local elephant sanctuary. They also have a “vulture restaurant” that they keep stalked with the bones left over from the meat given to the carnivores at the center. We got the tour of the Center from an open backed Land Crusier and it was quite an enjoyable two-hour ride. I barely had time to switch off my camera before a Wild Dog cub did something irresistibly adorable or a cheetah looked straight at me with those innocent and lovable amber/hazel eyes.

Later in the day we finally returned the little Toyota that we had come to love! It may have been returned a little more worn than when we first hoped inside on Wednesday but that’s the nature of bush roads! Saturday was like any other day but Sunday was to be another early morning!

Sunday July 12 Klaserie Game Reserve bush walk: Tracks, Trees and Poop

Again, the alarm sounded at 4:30.. we were at our main gate by 5:15 and waited in the dark to be picked up on the road until 6:05. Our boss arranged for us to go on a bush walk at the neighboring Klaserie Game Reserve that is actually open to the Kruger NP. To our initial dismay, the car that came to retrieve us was an open backed tourist safari car. One thing I guess I haven’t mentioned is that it is freeeezing cold here in the mornings. Don’t let the whole African continent thing fool you. We are in winter (dry season) over here and while it can get up to a comfortable 75 degrees or so in the sun midday, it is freezing when the sun goes down. No really, 3 blankets on my bed, sleeping in sweatpants freezing (another reason it hurts to pull back the covers in the morning for early lion check). Thankfully the safari car was equipped with blankets that we all wrapped diligently around ourselves for the 45min drive over to Klaserie. All of our ears and toes were numb upon arriving. I’m not complaining here.. just trying to paint a picture haha! Once the sun way a decent distance into the sky we were all shedding layers and it was quite a pleasant time. As previously mentioned.. there isn’t much space around our bush camp to stretch our legs so this 2 hour walk was definitely just what the doctor ordered for all our sanities! We didn’t see any wildlife other than a distant Warthog, some Impala and Kudu but we all learned a lot from our guide about how to identify the common trees in the area, animal tracks and of course the plentiful scat.

Right now it is the morning of the 15th and we are all waiting around for our boss to take us into town for the weekly grocery shopping trip. Tuna fish and cottage cheese is getting a little old! The French girls are still on a mission to see the region and are setting out this weekend with the two young guys that work with us to Blyde Canyon on Saturday and a different section of Kruger on Sunday. Figuring we can’t exhaust all of our sightseeing options in the first 3 weeks of our 12 week stay, Sophie and I are going to save Blyde Canyon for another weekend. Though we are actually going to get the opportunity to visit Kruger again and meet up with them thanks to the son of my other boss. He is my age and we all had the chance to hang out with him the night that we were in town for the rugby game and then ran into him again at the HESC. He works for one of the neighboring five star safari lodge/ game reserves and had driven a handful of guests over to HESC for the same 11 o’clock tour. He has this weekend off and was nice enough to invite Sophie and me to join him for the day. Should be a good time!

That’s all for now! I hope everyone is having a fantastic summer thus far… I suppose little has changed in the 13 days that I have been gone, but I keep catching myself asking friends for updates from home like I have been gone for months. Honestly, it feel like I have been here for ages, in a good way (most days), but it makes me wonder whether I’ll still be enthusiastic with the otherwise mundane day to day routine here at WLT in a month! Time will tell.

August 28, 2009
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The last couple weeks at White Lion Reintroduction Project

As the relationship between the two bosses and EVERYONE ELSE continued to deteriorate, we all found joy in our last few excursions. Sophie and I found ourselves back in Kruger, this time taken by the son of our OTHER two loved bosses and our friend Tehri. To make it gate by 6am we had to leave by 5 so, to make the whole thing that much better, we were allowed (by the bad bosses) to spend the night at the good bosses house on the grounds. Their son and Tehri stayed as well to make the morning departure run smoothly. Of course, the situation called for a braai (bbq), so we spent the night around the fire pit eating, drinking, laughing and carrying on… well at least till a whopping 9:30 when we all figured it was time to call it a night. My faithful alarm sounded at 4:30am and people could be heard bustling around the dark house. We all piled in the truck complete with food and a cooler and were off. Well, we were on a roll for about 150m until the Royals decided to playfully ambush the cars (my boss was in his truck ahead of us to let us out of the gate). The mother was ahead of us on the road and as we slowed to a stop her ghostly white cubs came out of nowhere to our left and surrounded us. I’d been within arms reach of these cats for weeks now but their behavior towards our car were slightly alarming at 5am. The car we were driving was one of my bosses but was not typical driven around the property because it had been the feed car while the cats had been bottled up in their little boma before release into the 700ha area. As a result, we believe the cats may recognized the truck and from what I saw that morning I now believe it. The cubs grew increasingly curious of us and starting almost mock charging us while bobbing and weaving. I’m not going to lie, I was a bit nervous. Then the big guy popped out of the thicket walking meaningfully towards us. We really shouldn’t have, but bean backing up the car to maintain a 5m distance between us. This of course sparked all the cats curiosity and they stalked after us. Eventually our boss signaled for us to get ahead of his car and we slowly carried on making sure we weren’t being followed while the other car stayed behind to calm the kitties down. Both vehicles eventually made it to the gate and soon we were on our way. The pre-sunrise sky was absolutely indescribable but I’ll try! The horizon was completely black and right above it was a fiery orange strip then a hot pink layer and then yellow, above which floated long thin horizontal clouds. The bottom of each cloud was painted a deep plum to soft lilac and the top was a glowing orange. The ends of all of the clouds in the distance seemed to be aiming at the perfectly crescent moon above in the black sky high above. Behind the clouds was a soft light blue sky that became a darker until a black starry night hovered directly overhead. The moon’s band of sky was so clear that even the blackened segment of the moon was visible. My eyes remained fixed on the horizon as we drove and I watched the sky and clouds morph as the sun rose and the sky and landscape was flooded with a warm yellow hue.

The rest of the day was fantastic like the first outing to Kruger. This time we traveled from the same starting gate (Orpen) north and the landscape was noticeably different with more of a rocky savannah feel in many areas.

Acornhoek

Another day we drove about 45 minutes away to Acornhoek. There we visited the Mapusa Weavers, which is composed of a dozen grandmothers of this tiny community. After the missionaries left the region about a generation ago, they left many large wooden looms but as the years passed they knowledge was not passed on and the art was temporarily lost. I don’t really remember the series of events leading up to the event but an American woman got the interest in weaving going again and began organizing tourists to visit and commissioned pieces. The women of the community quickly realized that they could make more money in one day selling their tapestries and rugs to tourists than they would normally make in a month. Today, this group of women run the community and there work is spectacular. They showed us around where the spinning and weaving takes place and there was a 90 something woman standing on a wooden table is front of a 17’ x 30’ rug of every color. These women are incredible and before we left they all got together and sang us 3 songs including the South African national anthem! We also visited the local preschool and Shangan medicine woman, who told my friend that her first child will be a boy someday! We shall see..

Horse Safari

They day after this rural outing we had our Sunday off and all decided to go on a horseback riding safari with our friend Tehri, who is the co-owner of Hoedspruit’s African Dream Horse Safaris. I have never been on a horse aside of a day lesson once in Sewickley Heights when I was in lower school. Though it was just a trail ride through the big three (buffalo, leopard and rhino) Wildlife Estate that borders the stables. The trail horses are trained to simply follow the lead horse so all we had to do was basically sit and mind our heads while the horses wound through the knob thorn and acacia trees. I felt like a good ole cowboy. At one point we even rode up on three giraffe and were probably within 200m of them. They have gotten accustomed to the horses and the trail horses couldn’t care less so we simply sat there for a few moments just watching each other before we moved on. We also saw plenty of warthogs and impala. It was an amazing day in the bush from a total new perspective and my riding.. or balancing rather.. wasn’t half bad! I was on a total high when I jumped off my horse.

We all got back to the stables and chatted with Tehri and Traci, the other owner. Because we already friends with Tehri, all of our accumulated issues with the white lion group poured out and we next found ourselves in Tehri’s car heading for the bush camp where the students/ volunteers of their African Dreams program stay. We sat around the open bush kitchen table chatting about their horse safari student program and how we (three remaining white lion interns.. we had already lost the British Sophie after 3 weeks) were all looking for a place to go to get away from our current situation. An hour and a few ciders later we were all sold on the idea and went back to the white lion place with a plan to leave and join the African Dream team the following week (Wed). We had all been scanning the web and making calls to local volunteer programs like Moholoholo and the Cheetah Project for over a week and were relieved to find salvation with Tehri and Traci, two of the most amazing people I have had the privilege of meeting on my travels. I began drafting my “early departure letter” to my lion bosses that night. After a few drafts sealed with approval from my parents and a pep talk from other interns, my email was sent and the waiting game began for the inevitable meeting with the bosses. I don’t really want to go into it on this blog because it is not appropriate, but I will just say that the internship turned out to be something very different from what we all had anticipated due to what their website had lead us to believe and that when our concerns and issues were taken to the bosses they were rarely received with understanding and little change ever followed. The change that did result was too little too late and was only ever surface deep after they had already sufficiently torched the personal bridge between them and us. Wednesday finally came as the awkwardness with our bosses peaked and they drove us into town to eventually get picked up (secretly) by Tehri.

We actually gave the bosses two different and equally fake stories about what we were up to and where we were off to. The French girls were only leaving 5 days early from the project while I was leaving a whopping 8 weeks early so the situations were a bit different. The French girls were able to explain that they wanted to travel and see more of the country in their last days and that they were off to travel. I didn’t get off that easy seeing as leaving 5 days early and 8 weeks early are weighed a bit differently. I held back from giving them any specifics about my future endeavors just in town with the horses and lead them to believe that I was on my way out of town to pursue another research opportunity. This actually isn’t totally a lie for when I am done at African Dream I will be heading down into the mountains outside of Cape Town to be a research assistant for a month. I kept my plans from them for many reasons but ultimately with the town being so small I just didn’t want to put Tehri and Traci in a weird/ tough spot with my bosses in the future. Unfortunately the secrecy didn’t last long because 5 days later we ran into one of my boss’s at the one runway airport as we were dropping off the remaining French girl and he was picking up a new intern. It was just miiiiildly uncomfortable as Tehri, Lucy (British intern that arrived at African Dream the same day that I escaped from the white lion group) and I sat on the curb with Tehri’s kitten in my arms and her Jack Russel in Lucy’s lap watching my boss circled past us in the parking lot looking for a spot….and THEN somehow ended up standing just behind him as we all waited for our new students. Oh well, after I accepted that I had already been spotted and could no longer hide (I honestly think my old boss was more uncomfortable than me) I just had to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. That afternoon we gained Charlie, another British addition to the African Dream family.

September 5, 2009
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African Dream

We all hit the ground running with Tehri, Traci and Glen, Traci’s husband and spent our first night sleeping out in the bush in a small wooden hide set beside a dam on Jejane. Jejane is a big five 5,000ha nature reserve ten minutes outside the center of town. We (the volunteers) are lucky enough to stay at Jejane’s bush camp because Glen is the manager of the reserve. Traci and Glen also live on Jejane about 20 minutes away. The night we slept out at the dam was unfortunately before Charlie’s arrival but it was a wonderful time spent around a small fire with old friends and new.

The next day we were at the stables and briefed on our new lives. I have already had quite a few adventures since arriving at African Dreams on July 29th. Realize that I have never been around horses or even really cared too much about horses before this experience but I am holding my own and learning the best I can.

Our basic weekly schedule is Mondays Wednesdays and Fridays all day at the stables doing trail rides with guests, getting lessons (lets just say that I was less than graceful on a horse the first few days but I’d like to think that my style and technique are coming along haha), helping give lessons to young children, and going on “out rides” in the bush without guests. The stables are within the Hoedspruit’s Wilderness Estate, which is a “big 3” (buffalo, rhino, leopard) property of a little more than 2,000 ha. Tuesdays and Thursdays we spend with Glen on Jejane doing whatever bush work is on the agenda. This has ranged from driving along the roads looking for oddly green grass indicating a pipe leak and then digging a trench to repair the leak.. to walking along the electric fences looking for shorts.. to clearing land and doing maintenance on infrastructure. After lunch we then head to the stables for the rest of the day. I have really enjoyed the bush work because we basically get to be out on foot on a big 5 reserve, getting dirty and also enjoying the presence of all the animals as we wander the dirt roads between job sites. One thing that is definitely a change from the white lion group is the fact that we are busy all day long at the stables and when we are doing bush work. There is always something to be doing, a horse that needs to be worked, a child’s lesson that we can help with, etc. The days that I am in my horsey zone it is awesome.. days that I am not I can hang out in the stable office and play with the stable cat that arrived just after me. While I realize that stray cats and dogs are actually a huge problem over here, I kind of wish I could just collect and save stray animals back in PA or wherever I eventually end up. Though, I know for a fact that my parents are mighty relieved that I can’t!

I have also met a great guy during my time with African Dreams and we spend quite a bit of time together!! His name is Dave and he is quite tall and absolutely handsome with the most beautiful brown eyes. He is a man of few words but is super supportive and looks out for me. I’m unfortunately getting pretty attached and already know that it is going to be hard for me to leave him behind in a month or so when I continue my African adventure elsewhere. I guess I should mention that Dave is a big beautiful mottled white and gray horse!! He was the first horse I rode that first trail ride and is the only horse I ride if I can help it. For instance I only have my lessons on Dave, which isn’t necessarily good for my riding but I figure I won’t do much or any riding when I get home so it doesn’t matter!

We have had some good times! At the beginning of August we (Traci, the remaining French girl, Lucy, Charlie and I) were on an out ride and rode into the water at one of the dams in the Wildlife Estate and before I knew it Dave had rolled and disappeared beneath me into the water. Traci had JUST finished telling us what to do if our horse tries to start swimming and I failed on all accounts to stop him haha. Luckily the water was only a meter or so deep and Dave simply rolled on his side. I just found myself standing there thigh deep in the dam still holding the reigns in total disbelief. It couldn’t have been funnier and I know if Tehri had been on the ride with us she would have fallen off her horse crying with laughter because it was definitely the highlight of everyone’s ride and the story of the week to all of our other friends. “Did you hear about how Dave took Carolyn for a swim in the dam the other day…” haha! It was hilarious.. what was a tiny bit annoying though as that my sneakers are gore-tex waterproof so my feet sloshed around in my shoes the whole ride home haha.

The very next day was my first afternoon of cantering, again on Dave. The first canter was short and sweet with not too much trouble other than me probably looking like I was about to bounce out of the saddle. Lucy of course wasn’t paying attention so she requested another small canter, which I again preformed with little grace but no issue. Running on a cantering high I figured I was on a roll and decide to try my hand again, but the third time was not a charm. I was behind Charlie following in a canter but caught up a little faster than I had anticipated and that’s went it all went down hill. I managed to steer around Charlie without incident but was not equipped to multitask in a canter. When I say multitask I mean hold on, look where I am going and avoid moving obstacles (other people on horses) in my path. My first two canters were me simply holding on for ride but this time I bit off a little more than I could chew and, in an effort to lead Dave in a direction other than straight, somehow lost my left stirrup. I also now realize that my reigns were way too long, which is why I decided to hold onto Dave’s mane.. and then neck.. which inevitably lead me to sliding off Dave’s right shoulder into a backward summersault in the arena sand. Thank god I was unscathed and was able to quickly pop onto my feet because there was quite an audience of all the other volunteers, Tehri, Traci and also 3 or 4 little girls riding their horses around. Thankfully Lucy wasn’t riding at that moment and collected Dave, who had run in her direction after shedding the extra American weight. Apparently I stayed on several moments longer than everyone witnessing the event was anticipating and that my slide off the side was quite graceful! Ha.. I do what I can! I called it a day at that point and lead Dave (on foot) up the drive from the jumping arena to the stables. Traci later informed me that I am in debt to everyone one chocolate cake for falling off a horse! One of their stable traditions haha.
Honestly, I feel badly for Dave.. he has been very patient with me haha. I have come to realize that I am very bad at taking control of the ride and the horse, something that I am now realizing has translated into my riding from my life and personality. It is actually amazing how aspects of one’s personality with strengths, weaknesses, emotions, insecurities, etc comes through in how one rides and responds to challenges on a horse. According to Traci (our resident Horse Whisperer as far as we are all concerned), she could tell certain things about me from observing me the first couple times on Dave. Something that I struggle with is taking and keeping control of my ride for I tend to let Dave be naughty and call the shots. It is the pushover in me showing through and it is a pretty significant problem for me as I learn this new sport (is horseback riding called a sport?). The other thing that I we have realized about my riding is that sometimes I lack the confidence to control the ride. For instance yesterday it took me a few laps in a trot to have the confidence to take control and tell Dave to Canter. It not a fear thing, I mean hell I have already fallen off once, but it more uncertainty in my ability to handle what I ask of Dave. For instance I ask for him to canter but I’m pretty sure my body language is telling him otherwise. I’m not going to go into it and I am getting better and more confident everyday but I still find it really interesting how certain personal things can become amplified through one’s riding. In a way it is kind of like golf.. how you perform and your mindset going into it can very easily determine the outcome of your play. For instance, if you doubt your 3 wood or psyche yourself out because of the water trap to the left of the green then you aren’t going to necessarily hit the ball with the tenacity needed to make the green. Not the best example, considering my situation involves a 500kg animal, but maybe that helps.
Another thing that has become clear is that while I am enjoying learning how to ride and being around horses and people that are brilliant rides like Tehri and Traci, I cannot say that I am a “horsey person.” After four weeks of being at the stables Monday through Saturday I can say, to Traci’s dismay, that I am more than content riding only once a day and even taking a day off from being in the saddle. The joke is that they will turn me into a proper horse person yet, but I don’t know. Maybe. I’ll let you know!

Swaziland

I actually got 5 days off from horseback riding between Aug 12 and 16 because we all piled into the truck and headed off to Swaziland for a horseshow where Tehri and Traci’s daughter were competing in the 100cm and 90cm jumping classes. Swaziland was beautiful. It still baffles me how it is its own country considering its size and position as a little island within South Africa. The show was at a stud farm nestled at the base of a small mountain range that seemed to surround Swaziland in all directions. The property was situated just high enough in elevation that we were above the city and development. It was green as far as the eye could see all around us until the mountains. Our only complaints were that it was cold and expensive, but other than that is was a stunning area and we had a great time. We enjoyed meeting all of Tehri and Traci’s riding competition friends. The equestrian circle is pretty small in northeastern South Africa/ Swaziland so all of these people travel to the same shows and also take turns hosting shows. I never thought that I’d end up at a horse show and in Swaziland no less but I really enjoyed watching all of the techniques and different horses. The highest jumping class was 1 meter 30 cm and it was only Tehri’s instructor! It was a smaller show was no more than 5 individuals per class. I also had a lot of fun working on my action photography technique. I’m not half bad and after Traci looked through my shots she informed me that photographers sell the same shots to rides for maybe a few hundred Rand each (maybe $30 or $40).

Trail rides

It has become quite the joke that if there is a thorn tree or bush, I will find it. I think there has only been one trail ride out of probably a dozen in total that I have come back totally unscathed. Its actually kind of tragic haha. But there is just something about being able to ride through the bush to a dam and watch a family of warthogs mud bath and then rub themselves on their favorite trees and logs before scampering off with tails erect. The wildlife on the Wildlife Estate has become very comfortable with the horses’ presence and we are therefore able to watch the game carry on with their day from an intimate distance without disrespecting the animal’s space. Sometimes after the 200th impala sighting from the safari Land Crusier you get a little jaded but from the back of a horse you feel like you are part of the bush as you walk past within reach of these beautiful antelope. And every time we go out on a trail ride I cross my fingers that we will have the chance to ride into a family of giraffe like I did on my very first ride as a guest. The only thing we have to worry about is the buffalo. They can be very curious and aggressive so it is important that we remain vigilant and don’t ride into a herd of them. The other day on our way to one of the dams to let the horses drink a bit, since it has gotten blooooody hott (!!!mid high 90’s!!!), we came upon the whole herd of what looked like maybe 30 some buffalo just hanging out by the pool looking like they weren’t planning on going anywhere fast!
At the end of the day at the stables my finger nails are black as can be, I’m likely nursing a sore shoulder from tearing through a knob thorn tree, I’m sore from my lesson when I was made to trot for twenty minutes, I’m covered in white hair and horse drool from loving Dave a bit too much, there is a layer of dust on every exposed part of my body no matter how many times I wash my face in the sink, I’m absolutely exhausted but I love life and sleep like the dead. Funny enough, horses often pop up in my dreams here and there.
I do need a massage though!! haha

Bush Work

Working in the bush the other day was another day in paradise. Driving the four row open roofed safari Land Cruiser through the bush with zebra and wildebeest along the road to our right and warthog dashing through the bush with tails high on our left, it was just another afternoon on Jejane. I love taking photos and it is to the point that I see all sorts of game and don’t even make a move for my camera (which I still take along in case) because I can simply enjoy the games’ presence as we pass. I’d also like to mention that by the time I get home I will be a pro at driving a stick shift!! Charlie and I now take turns driving the monster safari car the days that we are in the bush. Charlie of course has a bit of an advantage since they seem to all drive manual in England so my turn at the wheel provides endless entertainment. I’ve decided I am fine until I’m under pressure and the brake clutch and gas just look like a blur of pedals. For instance, the other day Charlie Glenn and I were adjusting pieces of the electrical fence that are taller enough for the vehicles to drive under so I was put behind the wheel to reverse a bit to pull up to the pole on the left side of for them to tighten and then reverse and pull up to the right side.. well having another truck coming down the one lane road was not part of the plan. Long story short, as I tried to reverse backwards off the road into the bush I got a little flustered with having to release the clutch and break to keep the car moving slowly but I wasn’t giving any gas so I kept staling as the other car is sitting in front waiting and I ended up helplessly yelling for Charlie to rescue me.. haha.. oh well! I prefer putting the car in 3rd and leaving it until absolutely necessary to switch gear!

This past Tuesday in the bush after we were done messing with the electrical fence, we called it a day and headed to the shooting range on the property with a .22 gun. Charlie and I went head to head for the number of shots initially on the paper target and then within and inner box in the middle and I’d just like to inform everyone that I won!! We are going to do it again with Traci next time and make a day of it. I forgot how much I enjoyed hanging out at a rifle range. It brought back the memories of kicking butt on the rifle range at Camp Allegheny down in Virginia when I was 8. Thinking back, it is kind of odd that I spent most of my afternoons trying to excel through all the shooting levels as an 8-year-old down there with my Huey Lewis & the News and Neil Diamond cassette tapes!?!?! Hmm.. oh well.. all I know is that I was daaaamn proud of myself when I got the rifle achievement patch at the awards ceremony at the end of the three weeks at camp!!

Then this past thursday after digging new drainage trenches for three hours along the main road, we (Charlie, Glen and I) decided it was way waaaaay too hott for manual labor and headed over to the Jejane pool for a dip, nap and tan! Ain't life tough!

Cantering success and then failure

I would just like everyone to know that on Wednesday August 26th I successfully cantered four times during a lesson without falling off!!! Haha.. Actually what is the most frustrating thing is that it really isn’t terrible challenging at all once you have the feel for it. I’m not entirely sure why but I have no problem cantering when we are out on trail and then get in the arena and have trouble getting going. Maybe it’s a space thing when I’m trying to not canter or even trot head long into one of five other horses flying around the big arena. These ten-year-olds put me to shame! Haha. The worst is when I watch this tiny tiny little girl (her heel comes to the middle of his side if that) ride Dave during her lessons and all she has to do is practically whisper canter in his ear and they are gracefully flying around the arena. Sigh.. ugh.. humpf! And now Tehri and Traci are telling me that I am jumping in the horse show that they are hosting at the end of September.. granted the poles will likely just be on the ground but oh yikes!! I tried jumping the course the other day with them and not only could I not sustain a decent canter the while way are the course but I couldn’t remember the order of the jumps. If I do compete (for fun) in the show it is going to be quite a spectacle! Who would have ever thought I’d be competing in a horse show.. NOT ME!! We’ll just have to make sure that the bush hasn’t claimed me by that point!

Well, I wrote the last paragraph before falling off Dave again yesterday (Sept 4th)! I wish I could say that the fall was as graceful as my last but sadly it wasn’t even close. I was having a fabulous lesson with my rising trot but that stupid transition from trot to canter got me again. As I went from rising trot to a sitting trot waiting for Dave to pick it up and take off, I tensed my body and again lost my left stirrup. This caused me to panic enough that I lost my balance and bailed to the right landing on my lower right hip/ back. I landed hard and there were no cutesy summersault of anything. I also properly got the wind knocked out of me and that’s not exactly a feeling I care to repeat but like the good old saying goes about getting back on the horse.. I actually got back on the horse (after I started to breath again) and trotted a bit. I almost cantered again but decided to save it for another day! I spent the next 4 hours hobbling around the stable yard like I had a wooden right leg. There was actually a kid’s birthday party at the stable and they all went on a scavenger hunt of sorts on the horses out in the bush so needless to say I stayed behind. To make myself feel useful while they were out looking for goodie baskets in the bush, I actually screwed back together our wooden couch in the office that had needed its fabric lining to be taken off and stitched. Savannah, our beautiful gray stable cat that arrived at the stable shortly after I did kept me company haha.

September 7, 2009
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Just a little game viewing during dinner

Just a couple hours ago tonight while Tehri, Charlie and I were eating dinner around the fire outside of the bush kitchen, we watched 5 male buffalo bulls drinking at the tiny water hole about 10m away. The fireplace area is surrounded merely by a row of rotted vertical posts but it provides a wonderful false sense of security. The three of us did an army crawl through the sand (I had Tehri’s Jack Russell Baxter in my arms) so that we were lying with our heads just above the fence. It was absolutely incredible to watch them. There is a spotlight aimed at and situated about 7m from the edge of the water hole for our viewing pleasure so as our eyes adjusted from the fire to the black night it was absolutely unreal. As we sat silently we then watched a Civet (looks like a Genet but with more of a raccoon face) silently wander in front of us in the direction of the water but then disappeared into the tall grass when the buffalo failed to indicate that they were in a sharing mood. Spotting buffalo on a day or night game drive has almost lost its thrill but as we lay there watching these old bulls drink and even fight (and then realizing that these guys could tear right through us if they felt the desire) it was amazingly exhilarating. The chorus of jackal and lions calls in the near distance just made it all that much better. Who needs a TV when you have the cinema of the bush!!


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