5 January 2019: A day to remember
We were woken to the sounds of lions roaring in the distance. The roars were quite far away and seeming to be moving off to the east, so by 5:30 when we were ready to leave for our morning drive, we decided to ignore the lions and head north up to Kij Kij
The road up north was just about void of anything with a heartbeat until about 2 kilometres before Kij Kij, we spotted a very sleepy Verreaux’s Eagle Owl trying to be as inconspicuous as possible in a tree.
We arrived at the kij Kij waterhole at 6:20am to find a cheetah quenching it’s thirst before the heat of the day. I was super excited, as cheetah are one of my most favourite predators and to see one close up is always special
She drank for a while before moving out of sight into the dunes at the back of the waterhole.
The drive to Melkvlei and back was uneventful, and on our return to Kij Kij I decided to take a short drive up onto the Dune road to see if the cheetah could be spotted.
We didn’t see it, but we were alerted to a leopard which we had just missed on the road, which was now parked off under a bush a bit further along
We did manage to briefly spot the cat moving further away, and after searching and peering into the bush for another sighting, we called it a day and decided to return back to camp to do some very necessary housekeeping around camp
It was mid afternoon by the time we had finished sorting out our life back at camp, and I decided that an early braai before an afternoon drive would be an excellent idea.
So I lit the fire.
Then Debbie says, "I just want to go up to the waterhole behind campsite no 5 to see if anything is there."
"Let’s take the bakkie ,"I said, and so we both climbed into the car, Debbie driving
She drove up towards the water tank in the opposite direction to what I had done the day before, and I started to worry.
The sand just near the crest of the hill behind no 5 was really soft and deep.
No, don’t worry; she’s a rally driver’s daughter I said to myself
Well like father, in this (and in this one and only case) not like daughter.
We got stuck in the sand
What followed after that is probably best left unsaid.
Needless to say, after much revving, digging, destroying bakkie floor mats, and a lot of gnashing of teeth we were both really stressed, covered in red sand and well and truly stuck
We had no option but to wait for help so someone could pull us out.
Hot and bothered we decided that while we were waiting, a shower would help calm the domestic tension, which is what we did, taking the car keys with us to the shower
We finished showering and Debbie, feeling a lot better said. “I got us into this mess, I’m going to carry on digging”
I wasn’t about to argue, so instead I decided to take a walk over to campsite no 3, where I could see a car parked to see if I could get any assistance.
By this time our braai fire was out anyway.
I was half way down the road when I looked up to see a
big, and I mean
big, male lion walking up the road heading straight for my wife, who had her head down and was digging frantically under the car.
I started running across the open field shouting
“Debbie, Debbie,Lion, Lion “
Luckily she heard me and looked up.
“Don’t run!’ she shouted in reply, knowing that cats like to chase running prey, before jumping into the car.
I ran to our tent, and Debbie was in the car
The lion went and laid down under the water tank, some 20m away from the bakkie, well and truly stuck in the sand
Great, guess how we are spending the night!
Unbeknown to me, our neighbours in no 1, a Danish couple, with two children had arrived home just as I was running across the field and had thought something was wrong so had come up to investigate
I jumped into their vehicle and told them what had just happened. After showing them the lion, now dozing in the shade, we needed to get Debbie out the bakkie.
After getting up behind our bakkie, we decided that the cat was really asleep and Debbie crept, (
Is that the word for moon walking) to the other car and quickly jumped in.
The expletives coming out of her mouth must have scarred the kids for life!
Ok now we were safe, life seemed a lot rosier.
Having nothing else that we could do, we took a drive up to have a look at Simba
Who, after a while, got up and went for a drink at the waterhole down the hill
We hoped that he would move off, but not today.
After quenching his thirst, he turned around and returned to his comfortable spot in the shade of the water tank
The Danes were not comfortable in trying to pull us out of the sand, given the situation, I don't blame them, so we both returned to our respective campsites
After a while, back at the tent, and waiting for the lion to move, and/or someone to return to camp to assist us,Johan and Johan , a father and son came into the camp.
They were just coming in to have a look at what the campsite looked like.
Normally, I curse these intruders, but today was different.
After eventually finding the keys, still in the shower, the boys from Bloem, who are made tough, had after two attempts ,(with the lion in very close proximity), pulled us out.
The relief that afternoon as I lit my braai fire for the third time was palpable
After relaxing, a bit, and having a bite to eat, we decided that an evening drive down to Leewdril and back would be the order of the day.
What we were blessed with, were three very far away honey badger sightings, and vistas of That Tree in evening sunlight
We were in bed early that night, thankful that we were ok and safe