There are days when nothing stirs, when it's overcast or windy and everything hides, when your Corolla is dominated by big people in big 4x4s, when the effort of travelling for a day on three planes to get there seems hardly worth it, when you eat a poor diet and drink too much wine to compensate.
There are days when there isn't much around bar a few impala and waterbuck, but it's a beautiful morning and the sun is rising over southern Africa, when the light is incomparable, and you come across a giraffe and you think what an incredible animal it is and you have to work out wether it's a male or female ( the tufts??).
And then there are days....
We set out from Shimuwini as the gate opened by a man swathed in overcoats braced against the one degree cold. After 5 days in the north of Kruger where we had seen loads of elephant and little else. We drove down the exit road with headlamps on full until we met the tar road. Right or left? Neither road with a great reputation for sightings. Ok right towards the Phalaborwa gate on the H14. By now enough light to turn the lights off. As we neared the Letaba river we both noticed a shape toward the left of the road. Leopard, leopard said Mrs J ( in a whispered scream) . As we neared it it moved into the scrub at the left and disappeared, no chance of photos. Suddenly something caught my eye on the right, another leopard dear me! Maybe a one year old. It sat on the road and starting coughing. Now hold the pose please look left, got you snap snap. It moved to the scrub at the right. An answering call came from the mother. Cough cough. The cub moved in front of us , crossed the road. For a brief moment we saw them together and then they quietly merged with the grey green morning.
A few months ago I asked if we would like Kruger. You said to go. Did we have a good time?