15th July Biyamiti to Home
Our final morning had arrived and as per normal everyone was quiet and very subdued. The car packing mission took place in silence and we were the first out the gate, which is always interesting at Biyamiti as one has to open and close the gate yourself.
The plan this morning was to head down the S25, take a detour past Gardenia Hide onto the S114 and down to Malelane.
The Cow had a major pelican because she wanted to do a roundabout route and exit the park at Croc Bridge, but I refused as it would mean a 10 hour trip home, so the mood wasn’t the best in the car and if I think about it, it never is on the day we leave and the Cow spends most part of it looking at me with a thunder face as if it’s my fault that we have to leave.
We found 3 of the big 5 before Gardenia Hide, but the pics aren’t the best as it was still very early.
The hide was quiet again, but around the corner we found our last giraffe of the trip.
Our vultures were still hanging out on the same tree as the previous day, so we approached slowly.
I then spotted that another car had stopped further up the road, so was halfway through telling everyone that there must be something up ahead when the Cow shrieked “Stop!”
A male lion was sleeping in the grass next to the road and we had nearly driven straight past him.
We spent about 5 minutes watching this chap, before another car approached us from the Berg-en-Dal side and the driver proceeded to tell us that there were another 3 males up ahead, but they were sleeping in the grass and only popped their heads up for a few seconds.
They had apparently killed something but the kill was deep in the bush.
My curiosity eventually got the better of me and I started up and drove to where the other car was, which again got me in trouble with the Cow “What can you see, only grass and now you gave up our other spot”
I ignored the Cow and switched off.
A few minutes later I spotted a movement in the grass and I can only image what it would have felt like if I was doing a morning walk, because this guy was checking us out with serious intent and seemed major grumpy.
A few minutes later a JJ arrived with a bunch of excited occupants and they caused grumpy to jump up and check them out with murderous intent, which shut the occupants up rather rapidly.
Grumpy eventually calmed down and wandered off, which allowed us to find his other two brothers that we sleeping deeper in the bush as he joined them, but we could only make out a bum and half a head.
Things were starting to get crowded and the time was ticking, so I made the announcement that it was time to go which caused the huff stare from the Cow, but I started up and headed for Malelane anyway.
We stopped at Malelane in silence and got out to pack cameras away.
Albert had a concerned look on her face after digging in the back of the bakkie for 5 minutes, so the Cow asked “What’s wrong” and Albert burst into tears “I can’t find my leopard or lion”
Albert carries a toy leopard and lion with her everywhere and now they were missing, so I knew that it was about to hit the fan.
Everything got emptied out of the bakkie and still no toys, so I asked “who picked them up off the veranda at Biyamiti”, which was the last place that I had seen them in the morning. All looked blankly back at me, so I said “Therefore they are still on the veranda”, which increased Albert’s howling.
The Cow phoned the duty manager at Biyamiti and informed him to please collect them from the staff and we would pick them up in October when we return and he assured her that he would.
Leaving the park is never a great feeling, but it was even worse for Albert that day.
The Cow checked in with the duty manager later and the staff didn’t find any toys, which I suppose we have to accept, but I definitely spotted them on the veranda, so they were either scooped by another guest or the staff. It taught Albert a hard lesson though.
Lastly, thanks to all of you guys that have shared our adventure with us and for allowing us the opportunity to relive our trip.
Bushcraft, the Cow and the Rats.