Crisp, pleasant mornings, cloudless days under a life-giving sun, softening towards dusk and colouring the vast skies in a haze of blue and pink, or, cumulus clouds billowing in the late afternoon in anticipation of an African thunderstorm. First only big drops plop down in the soft sand, followed later by raging torrents, purging Africa from the ever-present dust, but only until tomorrow, when the warm sun will once again drink up the earth's heart's-blood.
This is the Kruger National Park - endangered Africa - where a diversity of life forms co-exist in an intricate web of relationships, of give and take, of hunt and being hunted. The sheer ecstasy of a high-speed chase: the sleek body of the hunter focused on its prey, the hunted, in reflex-like flight. The harsh reality of Africa where the law of nature, which guarantees the survival of the fittest, rules supreme.
Your cloak of sophistication falls away. There is little use for it here. Every manmade mod-con seems merely incidental: your eyes and ears, your heartbeat, your whole being, become attuned to the pulse of nature, to the ebb and flow of life.
Here, where life is revealed at its most fundamental, there is a chance to observe the natural order of things, where both the quick and the dead help to restore sustenance to the earth - the process which has supported life through the millenia.
Welcome to the heart of Africa. Let us rekindle your adventurous spirit. Let Kruger replenish your soul.
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