The sand dune area…
The sand dune area is huge, this is just a slice, and the color is true to life.
One each, more to come I hope!
The sand dune area is huge, this is just a slice, and the color is true to life.
A near sunset scene of zebras, warthogs (or are they bushpigs?), and some kind of antelope grazing together for fresh sprouts in a recently burned field.
There are grazers who go for the grasses and browsers who go for leaves and fruits. This is vocabulary I have learned and forgotten dozens of times.
For the evening I picked up a pre-made salad at the market, did pictures, and listened to NPR on the computer. Ahh, nice.
Car vs. Rhino.
I think he might be a black rhino and not the white one from yesterday? You can be 100% sure the car will wait and the rhino will decide the next move. I came upon the scene and was far enough away to be able to back up slowly and then get the heck out of there.
Should that rhino take it into his bitty brain to charge the car – goodbye car.
After our 5AM pickup from various guest houses we got this lovely sunrise more than an hour later.
Look! In the bush over there, White Rhinos!
From Ms Wiki: “The park is the birthplace of rhino-reservation, breeding the species back from extinction (less than 20 (white) rhinos world wide in 1900 to more than 10,000 today). As the home of Operation Rhino in the 1950s and 60s, the Park became world renowned for its white rhino conservation.
“The Rhino Capture Unit of the park can take credit for helping save the endangered White Rhino from the brink of extinction. Today the reserve has over 1600 white rhino in the reserve and has relocated hundreds of these magnificent animals to game reserves around the world.”
Warthogs. They do have wart-like protuberances and according to the guide they taste like delicious hogs.
Two wiki-facts: a group of warthogs is called a sounder; the warthog is the only pig species that has adapted to grazing.
Africa’s traditional Big Five, all found here: Elephant, Rhinoceros, Cape Buffalo, Lion, Leopard.
This is a Cape Buffalo. We never found an elephant or a leopard.
I’m not seeing these guys in the naming chart…I’ll have to ask someone.
I did see both a male and a female Nyala but their pictures are fuzzy, and some fuzzy Reedbucks too. No Impalas and no Elands though. According to the naming chart these are all variates of antelope.
Gnu. Of course everyone had to call out ‘who gnu?’. They are also called Wildebeest.
Our lion sighting.
It’s winter in South Africa now and the grasses have died back and the deciduous trees have lost their leaves making the animals easier to spot than in summer when the landscape is lush and beautiful.
Cheetah! This was exciting. Cheetahs are about half the size of leopards and as a matter of fact, cheetahs weigh less than I do.
I’m leaving the darkness so you can get a feel for what it looked like pre-photoshop.
I’d moved from the back of the truck to the front seat to warm up. Wet and warm was far more comfortable than wet and cold although I did lose the height of the back of the truck.
Check out the little birds with the red heads, four of them, grooming the giraffe.
July 9
Meet the team for the safari tour through the Hluhluwe-iMfolozi (pronounced Shlushluwee) National Park, the oldest National Park in Africa. The couple on the left are tourists from Durban and the four women on the right are volunteering for a few weeks at a health clinic in Saint Lucia.
You can see the vehicle in the background. Most of the time it was raining hard and the wind whipped through the plastic coverings and it was cold…yikes. But wow, everyone (even me mostly) kept up good cheer. Thankfully the rain stopped just in time for lunch.
Stop now, baboons crossing. Check out the mama with her baby on her back.
The rain stopped in time for our lunch which was a great delight – the first picture in this set is from our braai. Braaivleis is Afrikaans for grilled meat and a braai picnic, like a bbq, is hugely popular.
According to the guide that littlest one is less than one day old. It was such a surprising sight the guide got out his camera.
Bye Hluhluwe-iMfolozi, it’s been great!
I got back to my wonderful accommodation, fell into bed, and slept for several hours before tackling these pictures. Now it’s time for bed again!
It’s a pretty little town and very conveniently located between Jo’burg and the Drakensbergs to keep any one day’s drive under four hours. My goal.
July 7
According to my original plan I was going to spend this day in the capital of KwaZulu-Natal, Pietermaritzburg, but Heather, a guest with me at the Rosewood Corner in Clarens, suggested I visit Durban instead. (“Pietermaritzburg is boring.”)
And much to my delight she said ‘go to Durban and then stay the night at our place.’ She didn’t have to ask me twice!
Durban is most well known I think for three things. 1) is the largest population of people of Indian decent in South Africa, the most in any city outside India according to Heather’s husband Martin.
It was a train ride from Durban to Pietermaritzburg that was one of the seminal moments in Gandhi’s political life, when he was not allowed to travel on the first class ticket bought for him by his employer.
2) Surfing. The water is warm all year and the waves are consistently large and well-formed.
3) Sports. This is the new soccer stadium built for the World Cup and you can ride up to the top of that arch…
Then I met up with Heather and her seemingly sane/urbane/yet tearing around on a motorcycle-maniac husband, Martin. We ate dinner at an Indian restaurant of which there are so very many because of point 1) above.
I got to have something I’d never had before and is one of the staples of Indian restaurants in South Africa. I ate a bunny. A bunny is either 1/4 or 1/2 or 1 whole loaf of dense white bread hollowed out with a curry poured in and a bit of the inside bread positioned on top I think, just guessing, to represent a little cottontail. It was, in fact, delicious.
The view from their back windows and garden.
The 8th has been a driving-getting settled-no-photo day but tomorrow, the 9th, finally – wild animals! at the Hluhluwe-iMfolozi Game Reserve. I’m getting picked up at FIVE AM. Yikes.
Their home is a huge rambling English Tudor Revival(?) on the top of one of the hills overlooking the sea. The house was built about one hundred years ago as a home for Standard Oil executives.
Heather’s office downstairs. She is both a painter and a photographer and get this, she makes money from her work. Weddings are the bread and butter of the business but she does a lot of other projects too.
I like how she adds painting to the wedding albums.
I heard so many interesting stories – about the kids, the business and household staff, Martin’s work, and generally how it is to live in South Africa. Lucky me or what.
July 6
Here are some views of the Rosewood Corner B&B in Clarnes.
At breakfast there was cold cereals out as well as toast, preserves, orange marmalade (yum) freshly cut fruit and a passion fruit yogurt that was so good I had to eat it twice. Then our host asked if we’d like a hot breakfast. Perfectly satisfied as I was I was not going to turn down scrambled eggs with herbs and cheese, broiled tomato, and stripy bacon (English style but cooked the way I like it). Oh yeah.
(internet pix)
I took one of the towels from my room to wrap around my neck when I went out at 6am for these pictures.
My room was only barely warm but they had a mountain of quilts and an electric blanket under the bottom sheet, so aside from wearing all my clothes all the time and not wanting to take a shower and using a towel for a scarf, I was perfectly fine.
You can see from the signs that the town focuses on galleries, B&Bs, and restaurants and cafes.
Here are a few views around Clarens this bright and Freezing Cold morning. It’s the central plaza and yes, it’s SNOW.
It didn’t look like that when I was there but it was lovely none the less and I could see the hints of the colors to come.
Leaving Clarens, and on the advice of my next hosts, I traveled through Golden Gate Highlands National Park. Here’s a fun Lonely Planet quote: ‘The jagged sandstone outcroppings fronting the foothills of the wild, maroon-hued Maluti Mountains glow golden in the dying light; lemon yellow rays silhouette a lone kudu standing still in a sea of mint green grasses before the sky explodes in a fiery collision of purple and red.’
Coming next into Royal Natal National Park to admire the postcard destination, the Amphitheatre. Royal Natal (btw every time you see Natal pronounce it naTAL) is a small park that is part of the UNESCO World Heritage uKhahlamba-Drakensberg Park. The Drakensbergs overall are supposed to be amazing to visit but I’m probably not going to devote another day to the area but rather move on to Durban.
What some of the National Park lodging looks like. It’s actually quite expensive to stay inside any of the parks and the hot tickets like Kruger in season you have to make reservations well in advance.
Helmeted Guineafowl. They are everywhere. I heard that they are particularly tasty stewed in a pot of red wine.
Tonight’s accommodation: Dalmore Guest Farm outside the town of Bergville and 6 kilometers down a dirt road. What an excellent choice I made randomly off the internet!
They have a lot of rondavels on this property for all kinds of uses which reminds me that I don’t have any pictures of the townships where you find rondavels and structures put together from every other type of building material. Every hour or two while driving along in the countryside out of nowhere, just there, will be a huge collection of very poor dwellings, as far as you can see. I was thinking how to manage a visit but a plan has not yet come to mind.
Around the property. There are farmers of many description and also livestock. Here they keep sheep and plenty of them.
No lions or leopards yet, but we’ve got lambs!
Rome – which of these two pictures do you like better? This one?
Another of the rondevals in the background with the traditional straw roofing. They are doing some building projects here in the local style and when I get a chance I’ll add some pictures.
The kids ate first. This is five of the seven children under the age of 9.
All the other guests were local people. I stayed up later than usual and had to at least try the local beverages (don’t forget to ask Lill about…is it glog?). It was a most lively and entertaining evening.
kids: Thomas, Gareth, Ella, Graham, Hayley
adults: Pippa, Trevor, Andrew, Missy, Joyce, Denise, Jacqui
July 5
My two ten hour flights (LA-Amsterdam-Johannesburg) were, seen together, a singular miracle. I can’t imagine how the outcome could have been anything but a miracle. I did wear my high tight wool socks which I think might have made for happy legs and warm feet, not a miracle there. The miracle was my seatmates. On both flights my seatmates kept their entire body in their own seat and stayed on their own side of the arm rest. We took little elbow turns but not by hanging over the whole arm rest, no, no. They didn’t play loud music, or jiggle around, or talk excessively or loudly, they were perfect. Twenty hours in the air in coach, packed to the rafters with every seat taken, and at the end I wasn’t even agitated, I threatened no violence, I was ok. WOW, a MIRACLE!
Then I walked directly to the in-airport City Lodge Hotel where you pay a premium for the convenience but it was quite nice and well worth it. I went immediately into the bed and woke up 13 hours later. Not what I had intended but I was certainly refreshed!
I walked back into the totally modern airport to get cash (easy-peasy), rent a phone (that I haven’t tried yet), get a thing for my computer to connect to the internet (that isn’t working), get a gps (that isn’t charging properly and could quit at any moment), and rent the car. This whole process took a couple of hours plus the late start meant that I was going to be driving most of the way to Clarens in the dark. It’s the thing I always say I never want to do – drive in the dark. But as all my dear friends know when they tell me what they are never going to do, I also always say never say never. It was ok, not my favorite.
During the two hours of daylight that I did have the scenery was entirely Big Sky, that 360 degree view of the horizon. A problem when driving yourself is getting the shot. It seems you can get any shot you want, just stop and get it but you can’t stop on the big roads because of all the traffic and you can’t stop on the small roads because there isn’t any shoulder. I did grab a couple shots out the window, this being one.
Clarens ‘The Jewel of the Free State’ is a sweet little town and I’ll tell about it tomorrow when I have some daylight pictures. I knew they had guest houses all up and down the main street and had a couple in mind so when I came upon my number one choice, the Rosewood Corner Guesthouse, they had a room and I took it. It’s perfect AND they are across the street from a perfect restaurant.
I must mention the stars since I’m always on about them. NOW we’re talkin’ STARS…the sky so dark the Milky Way so bright. I gasped!
The restaurant’s name is 278 on Main and it was perfect for me, warm and lively inside, great staff, delicious food. My first meal in South Africa turned out to be a total pleasure.
The vegetables were fresh and perfectly done. The green beans were lightly steamed, the beets were baked, the butternut squash was pan fried in butter for a nice crusty bite. The main dish is called bobotie (pronounced ba-boor-tea). a ground beef dish with condiments. I got it because it was their South African specialty. I got a glass of the local wine too (tasty!) so the staff were all anxious to hear my report.
I’m anxious to get out and look around so I’ll probably leave the hassle with the internet card and the gps for later. Guess I’m going to buy a map!
June 26
Some previews of the Botswana portion of my time in Africa.
This is the route of the safari – on the move on the move. We meet in Maun (at 7:30am…) and the basic itinerary is as follows. We move a time or two at each location:
5 nights Central Kalahari Game Reserve
1 night in Maun
2 nights Okavango Delta
1 night in Maun
3 nights Moremi Game Reserve
3 nights Chobe National Park
1 night at Victoria Fall
May 24
My last day in Israel, then tomorrow – Roma!
I had an adventure in Public Transportation today, getting to this place, The Wohl Rose Park of Jerusalem, and Bird Watching station, and in the end it was entirely worth it. The local buses are not so easy to manage because there is no map that shows the routes. You can find the bus numbers online but you have to know what route you want to take which I gave up on, not finding an English version. So I just went out and started asking.
I’ve taken taxis only a very few times because every trip is a negotiation and I’m not good at that, At All. I’ve also used the sheroot(sp?) system a lot – like a shared van, on and off, down one street or to a specific destination. Once you get the knack of them it works out well. The trains and long distance buses are my favorites because you know the price, you know where to get on, and where it will take you.
You can imagine how fab this would be during blooming season! There were acres of these all in various plantings. Formal gardens, English gardens, climbing arcades, and More.
There was also a bird watching station which was a small cabin with long windows at view level from the bench seats. It was a nice cool rest from the day but during my visit, not so much for birds however…
People have told me these are crows and they look everything like crows we are used to, maybe even bigger, but instead of being all black they have gray patterns on their bodies.
Back from my outing I took the bus that would drop me off at the Jaffa Gate and snaked my way through the Old City.
I saw a small door in a high wall, ajar, so I peered inside and saw that window and then I saw…
…this guy. So I asked him, ‘excuse me sir, is there any way to see that beautiful window from the inside?’
He gave that little ‘follow me’ head toss and I was in! Down some halls, around some corners, through some doors.
And what a lovely glow it cast throughout the church. And in the spirit of There Is No Free Lunch I did hear allll about it.
This is a slightly strange transition to my next adventure…
…this synagogue, also in the Old City and probably no more than two-three blocks away as the crow flies, but a world away here. ((ooops, fix the corner…)
Jonathan is a bit of a celebrity here having been in the first group of seven to come to the altar on the first Friday that the rebuilt synagogue was opened in early 2010.
Here’s a shortened version of the story from a plaque on the wall:
“In 1700 a large group of immigrants … arrived in Jerusalem. They settled in the Ashkenazi Courtyard in the Old city just as a synagogue reconstruction had been completed, sinking the community into debt. In 1720, when they could not repay the loans, Arab creditors burned down the synagogue and its courtyard. For over a century, the synagogue lay desolate. …
“In 1808 hundreds of the Vilna Gaon’s disciples immigrated to the Land of Israel. In 1836 they secured a permit to rebuild the destroyed courtyard, and in 1864 they dedicated the great Beit Yaakov Synagogue. …
“Shortly before the fall of the Jewish Quarter, during the 1948 War of Independence, soldiers of the Jordanian Legion blew up the synagogue. The synagogue stood in its state of destruction for 19 years until the liberation of Jerusalem’s Old City during the Six Day War. …
“In 2005, construction and restoration of the synagogue began and it was gloriously dedicated on the first day of the month of Nissan, 5770 (2010).”
I copied this all in so you could get a feel for the language.
Check out those guys sitting toward the front on the left…
…standing up on tippy-toes in the women’s balcony with my camera hung over the top of the window’s barrier. Judy thought that guy on the phone might be her brother.
Jonathan’s description of his experience: ‘I had the 7th aliyah to the torah on the first shabbat since 1948. This was the shabbat before my wedding. My aliyah to the torah is called my aufruf.’
…and Jonathan’s legit now too, a dual citizen.
And on that note I bid to Israel, Shalom!
Jonathan, Judy, and I met in the plaza of this synagogue for dinner and Something was about to happen. There were about a hundred of these boys.
If you guessed they were sword fighting with those things, which they were, you would be only one-quarter right.
Actually, what they are doing is playing with fire! One hundred young boys with flaming torches. Yup. I didn’t hear any ambulances either.
A Torah, inside that decorated vehicle, was being moved from one place to another and when that happens there is always a big event with music, dancing, singing, and Fire…
We ate dinner at a kosher shawarma place on the plaza so we could keep an eye on the haps.
Judy and Jonathan in front of the plaque I copied with a rendering of the whole synagogue…
May 23
I went back into the Old City today. Check in the circle – you can see the small tire attached to the cart. When the cart gets going too fast the guy drags on the tire with his foot, or jumps on in the worst case, to slow it down.
This is another one of the stops in the Stations of the Cross on the Via Dolorosa. Christians these days don’t seem to be making too much of a fuss over Jerusalem but not to forget the Crusader occupation of a hundred years or so. And not to forget the recent calls for a New Crusade, or plans for the Second Coming.
I just got an email from Roger and he says this: “I once heard a Muslim leader in L.A. address an interfaith gathering this way: “Thank God,” he said and paused, “that Buddha and Krishna did not also go to Jerusalem!””
I came back to the Old City because I hadn’t yet visited the Temple Mount/Dome of the Rock. For the Jews it’s the Number One holiest place, and for the Muslims it’s Number Three so I was thinking… maybe one could trump three? HA.
Oh boy, talk about a long story.
This huge rectangle of land is operated by an Islamic Wakf who has “managed the Temple Mount continuously since the Muslim reconquest of the Kingdom of Jerusalem in 1187”.
To get in you have to go through a separate security check and through this long ramp.
See those two guys on chairs. When I went up to look for signs they shooed me away. What is this building, I asked. ALL, one guy replied, ALL this, (taking my map and drawing a line around the whole huge Temple Mount area) ALL this is Al Aqsa Mosque. ALL this. They were certainly making a point.
On the map btw, that building here is called Al Aqsa Mosque and the other buildings have their own names.
“During the 1967 Six-Day War Israel captured the Temple Mount together with all of East Jerusalem and the West Bank from Jordan, who had controlled it since 1948. …
“A few days after the war was over 200,000 Jews flocked to the Temple Mount and Western Wall in the first mass Jewish pilgrimage since the destruction of the Temple in 69 CE. However, the Israeli government subsequently left the Islamic Wakf in control of the site, although it remains under Israeli sovereignty.
“Because of this set-up, the site has become a flash-point between Israel and the Muslim world, especially when violent acts are perpetrated at the site. Today Jews are generally banned from praying on the Mount or doing anything that could disturb Muslims.”
There are four paragraps in the wiki article about the Temple Mount as to whether Jews are or are not permitted (by their own religious authorities) to enter the Temple Mount.
The Dome of the Rock. You can see this glowing dome from virtually any elevation in Jerusalem. It’s a most dramatic looking building, standing as it does in the huge open space, entirely symmetrical…
It’s a huge site (I think 36 acres, but that might not be right) with the structures on a built-up area and gardens surrounding.
…excellent tile work – this is from the pavillion you can see in the picture above.
“Due to (Jewish) religious restrictions on entering the most sacred areas of the Temple Mount (see following section (that’s the wiki article I mentioned)), the Western Wall, a retaining wall (of) the Temple Mount and remnant of the Second Temple structure, is considered by some rabbinical authorities the holiest accessible site for Jews to pray.”
“Jewish texts record that the Mount will be the site of the Third Temple, which will be rebuilt with the coming of the Jewish Messiah.”
When the Messiah does come he’s going to get his temple built no matter who’s running the place, I would think.
Then there are the Christians who are encouraging the building of the Third Temple now because that will mean the Second Coming of the Messiah (the Jews having missed the first one…), the resurrection of the dead, the Rapture etc. and hellfire and damnation for all the rest of all y’all.
(yes I Know, there’s more to it than this..plenty more…The Millenium; The Tribulation; Armageddon; The Rapture…Plenty more.)
Past the southern wall of the Temple Mount, I’m now walking to visit an archaeological site of the City of David.
What you can see here are four piles of backpacks. There are fourteen more. And you know, the boys roughhousing and the girls squealing – tweens, it’s the same in any language.
So I move on…
…to The Sifting Project.
I am going to extract from an article in The Jerusalem Post.
“In 1999, the Wakf Islamic trust, … requested permission from the government to construct emergency exits (from some tunnels under the Temple Mount) … Upon receiving permission, … During the exits’ construction, the Wakf removed some 10,000 tons, or 400 truckloads, of ancient debris, which was then dumped … some of it lost forever among the trash and other rubble.
“Enter Gabriel Barkay of Bar-Ilan University, who applied for and eventually received a license from the Israel Antiquities Authority to sort through the discarded piles in search of antiquities. Joined by his former student Zachi Zweig (Jonathan’s wife Judy’s brother), Barkay now oversees the sorting. … the efforts have turned up a rich bounty of First and Second Temple-era artifacts.
” … Other MKs echoed Ben-Ari’s observations, expressing the importance of the site’s offerings for “all Israelis, and all of the Jewish people. “This is a clear sign that Jerusalem is ours – that its beginnings belong to the Jewish people, and the basis of its holiness is rooted in Judaism,” said Kadima MK Otniel Schneller, who was also in attendance.”
One volunteer who also volunteered for a photo and Then, not five minutes later…
…he found the treasure of the day, an old coin. Karma?!
(I do have some shots from my next stop – a view point on the Mount of Olives which I’ll get to soon.)