Heading back to camp, we did not spend too much time searching for an African wild cat. We had decided if we were going to see one- we would see one. It seemed we were having a day for big birds. We did stop for a short period of time to watch these two interwact with each other. At least they were not arguing and squabbling.
We had every intention of enjoying our last night in the park. We were treated to, possibly, the most beautiful sunset of our stay.
It was almost as if we were watching a painting being created in it's various stages. Not letting sad thoughts about leaving get to us - we sat around our fire- watching Mr Fox at his nightly ritual.
One topic of our conversation was various trips we had been on. We were both in agreement, that in the past, way too much time had been spent getting up at the crack of dawn and spending the days chasing from one place to another looking for animals. It is always a wonderful experience to have a good sighting and the uglier side of human nature is we all want to see something unique and exciting that possible no one else has experienced so we would have bragging rights once we get home.
How often did we forget we were on holiday and bowed down to the pressure of driving around instead of rejuvenating our souls by doing nothing but enjoying camp life?
How often did we forget the pleasure of just sitting out in the bush with stars the only illumination?
Do we travel and kill ourselves just for the privilege of seeing animals or do we rather take the time to absorb the beauty of nature?
We both agreed we had been blessed with this trip - but at the same time our most amazing time was the meteorite streaking across the sky. The sitting relaxing far away from people, listening to a crackling fire and the night sounds was priceless. This is what makes a trip to the bush special. These are the moments when you are filled with peace and the worries and cares of your life do not enter your mind.
Deciding we had done enough philosophizing for one night - we were soon back to being kids in adults bodies.
With the visit by PeeWee and Herman and , we assume PeeWee, ducking under the tables, we had changed tactics with our "table barrier". Time for a last bit of fun before we got some sleep. We wanted to be packed and on the road the minute the gates opened.
We woke up bright and early and, honestly, the Kgalagadi did not play fair. With the magnificent sunset set of the previous night - she tried to outdo herself with the sunrise the next morning!
Fortunately it only takes about 30 minutes at the most to be packed and ready to go, so we were on the road to the gates as early as we had planned. On the way we saw three honey badger motoring towards the dunes. We did not stop as getting a picture was not highly likely.
At the gate we bumped into a couple we had seen at the previous evenings cheetah sighting. We started chatting and they said the cheetah did kill - but they were the only car left there. It happened behind the trees at the waterhole - they did say they battled to get pictures as most of the action was too far from were they were sitting and obscured by the trees. At least the cheetah had full bellies for the night.
We chatted to the Botswana guys with a couple of queries and concerns we had regarding people driving off road after dark and a few other things. This procrastination did not delay us all that long and all too soon we were on solid roads heading home.
So my story - like my trip is done and dusted.
(but a repeat trip is currently in the planning stages for next year

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