The start of the drive from Balule to Mopani follows the Olifants river and has some of the most iconic scenery in the Park. Water birds are in abundance, antelope are grazing on the grass covered islands created by the low water, and I have a goofy smile on my face. I could have spent an excessive amount of time there, but in the back of my mind I knew that I still had a campsite to erect at Tsendze and I definitely don't have a pop up tent.
It dries up spectacularly once you cross the Letaba river, but before you get there, you need to take the opportunity to stretch your legs in the demarcated area on the High Level Bridge. It's a very surreal, but a rather awesome, feeling of standing there, small in the wild.
By now we were cooking in the car, the windows obviously open to let all of nature in. This buffalo we found panting in the minimal shade of a roadside tree, looked how we felt.
Saw quite a few ground hornbills en-route. I definitely feel like their numbers are increasing slightly as I see more of them these days. I find them quite tough to take a picture of though as they seem to hobble off as soon as I lift the camera.
At this point I felt like I was breaking new personal ground. I was told that I had been caravanning with Dutch friends in Shingwedzi when I was around 3 years old, but I don't recall the thrill. My only memory of this trip was sleeping the hammock and on the floor of an old Jurgens caravan. We were travelling north and it was getting exciting.
The air-conditioning in the reception at Mopani was very welcome, and once we had completed the check-in, we enjoyed the 7km drive back to Tsendze with an ice cold 'tea' from the shop fridge.
Camp site 3 was unanimously recommended by the people of the internet and it never disappointed. I do want to progress to a rooftop tent or a 4x4 trailer with tent at a later stage, but for now i'm still loving my Tentco canvas dome. It was given to me by my sister when she moved to Australia. She kept it when she split with her long time boyfriend, and I became the ultimate beneficiary. *Evil laughs*. It's from the time when they still used that old military grade canvas, which makes it exceptionally heavy, but super strong. When we embarked on an unforgettable trip to the Richtersveld and Kgalagadi about 4 years ago, we bought an extension for the tent which gave our simple 4 man bow, a 'luxurious' edge. My father-in-law and uncle would be sleeping in an old 3 man nylon tent that I bought in Australia, when I went over for my sisters wedding.
I often find it easier to erect the tent on my own as I have done it so many times. You cannot have too many chiefs, and everyone definitely needs to be on the same page. I used all my diplomacy with my father-in-law that day. His preferred location for his tent was behind where you see the table below, directly in the middle of our site, which I had to calmly explain to him was a very impractical idea. It got a little tense
It was not the most beautiful site I've ever erected, but it was done. The extra tarp I brought, I tied between the branches of the tree, and it gave us priceless shade which we would need in this relentless heat over the next 3 days.
