We were up at the crack of dawn to get to our first adventure. We took a game drive to Chobe National Park in Botswana the morning. Zambia, Botswana and Zimbabwe all share a common border. To get to Botswana we had to drive for one hour and then go through immigration. We then took a ferry to the other side of the river. This sounds simple; however, Zambia and Botswana are building a bridge across the river. This makes the crossing a construction zone. It also means that all the transport trucks must take ferries too. There were hundreds of semis waiting to cross and only 100 can be accommodated in any give day. It was a zoo of trucks and people. Sometimes the drivers are stuck at this crossing for a week waiting their turns.

We made it across the river only to have to go through Botswana’s immigration. That was simple but there were lots of people in line.  After getting our stamps, we were stopped again to have someone look at our passports as we left immigration. We are still figuring this one out. This let us get underway in our open jeep. It was another 20 minutes to the park gate and we briefly stopped so our guide could fill in forms that required our passport numbers. That is when I realized I didn’t have mine anymore. There is no feeling of freak out that I can describe than being in a foreign country without a passport. We looked through all my stuff and found nothing. Our guide was brilliant and immediately got one of his team to start the search for it. He was going to start at immigration and then follow our tracks on the road looking for it. I had no idea where it could be. The complicating factor was that the power was out at the immigration office so no one was answering the phones. There was nothing to do but continue the drive.

We saw incredible animals. There were all kinds of antelope/gazelle type beasts and we saw giraffes, lots of elephants and some incredible birds.

We came across a hippopotamus lying in the mud. She had a baby beside her. It was tiny compared to the mom, but about the size of a small pig. We realized that this baby was only minutes old. The mother still had not delivered the placenta. We watched as this little one took its first steps. It wobbled a few times and fell but was amazingly strong and was able to follow its mom as she moved onto deeper water. 

Unlike Tanzania, when it was time for a bathroom break, we headed for the bushes.  Axe, our guide, pointed out the girls bush and directed the boys to a different one. There aren’t as many big cats around, so it was fine to use the wilderness. I still did lots of checking out the bush for any wayward elephant before dropping my drawers. We got back to the Jeep to learn that my passport had been found. There was much joy and hugging that occurred. Axe was elated and told every driver we met about the drama. Most of our lunch break was used up going back to immigration to get my passport. The immigration officer would only give it to me, not to any guide. It was a fast, bumpy ride and a quick pick up and we were back on track. I was very grateful that I didn’t need to learn about temporary permits.

We had time for lunch, a nice buffet at the resort near our next adventure a river safari on the Chobe river. Our group was just finishing so I was happy that we hadn’t delayed them at all. The dinner was interesting. The main entre was warthog stew. It had to be tried. It was good, tasted a lot like roast beast in tomato sauce. They chop up meat bone and all here, so it was sort of like eating goat at an Indian restaurant back home.

The boat cruise was wonderfully relaxing. We got really close to some elephants swimming as they crossed the river and eating tasty grass on an island in the river. It is amazing how they just ignore us. We got a bit sleepy on boat, the swaying and warmth got to us and it was wonderful to snooze for a bit only to be awoken by the next hippo sighting.

We went through all the immigration pieces again. While waiting for our ferry back, Axe explained that if we stood on “this side” of the wall, we were technically in Zimbabwe. So, of course we all took the opportunity to visit another country. The drive back was uneventful, and we were happy to get back after our 11-hour tour and go for a swim. The pool was a refreshing response to a day of heat. We ate poolside afterwards and were in bed by 8:30. We are living the life!

I encountered technical difficulties regarding the pictures I took today. I used a 64 GB HDXC card. The fellow who sold it to me said to try it out with my “older” camera (it is 6 years old) to ensure it worked. I did and it worked. What I hadn’t tried was to use it with my card reader that I use to transfer pictures to the computer. The good news is I have other, less advanced cards to use for today’s activities. The pictures today, therefore, are courtesy of Dale.

March 25

Our trip almost ended before it began. The fog in Edmonton on Saturday morning grounded all the flights. Our flight got postponed and initially would have us missing our flight to Amsterdam. Because it was also spring break, all flights out were overbooked, and we would either have a two-day delay in getting out of Edmonton or pay $6000 each for the rebooked flights. However, at the last minute, WestJet pulled a rabbit out of a hat and got us to Calgary with little time to spare. The rest of the journey was uneventful.  8 hours of flying got us to Amsterdam. We had enough time for a quick latte, and we were off on our 11.5-hour flight to Johannesburg. My seatmates were delightful. One was an environmental activist who shared about the changing environment in South Africa and the other was a retired medical social worker who was a dual citizen of both the US and South Africa. We know about her citizenship because she misplaced her passports in the myriad of bags and coats she carried, and things were a little stressed until she found everything. She was a chatty character who had come with too much stuff, including a frying pan!

We spent the night at a hotel near the airport in Johannesburg and almost missed our flight because of the way the waiting room worked. We were sitting by our gate, our flight with lots of time to spare, or so we thought. There were no helpful announcements, just some guy yelling “Livingstone”. I thought to ask, and he informed me that there was a bus waiting to take us to our plane. We got on the bus and it left quite quickly afterwards. From then on, we were fine.

Arrival in Livingstone Zambia was interesting.  The landscape is flat with lots of scraggly bush, it reminds me of the prairies in many ways. In the distance we could see what looked like smoke on the horizon. It was the mist from Victoria Falls. We landed and stood in line for an hour to get a visa that would allow us to travel to Zimbabwe and Botswana should we choose. Then our cab driver, Ali took us into town. This community was much more European (read lots of strip malls on the main road) than Tanzania. We reached our hotel, which is in a protected park. The families of giraffe and zebra we passed as we entered the grounds ignored us. these guys greeted us with song and dance. After settling in, we set out to explore. The first thing we noticed was that our building was next to a small lake with a beware of crocodile sign by the path. A small herd of zebra were eating the well-watered grass on either side of the path we had to walk on. They were amazingly calm and beautiful close up. They reminded me of the Elk in Jasper hanging out in the townsite.

We booked all our adventures for the week and decided to take a walk to the falls. Our hotel allows us unlimited access to the park the falls are in. So, we set out. We started to follow the sign “this way to the best view of the falls” and chose to postpone taking the hike down to the basin where the rivers meet (10-minute hike down, according to the sign, 20 minutes back up). A young man stopped us and asked us if we were going to the falls. He said the gate guide noticed we were going the wrong way. We thanked him for getting us on the right path and expected him to leave us on our corrected way. However, Elvis, as he later introduced himself, was from the village and decided to become our tour guide to the falls. We realized after he continued to walk with us that this was his job, informal guide for tips. We have always loved local guided tours, so we went with the plan. He was great! He was able to share a lot of details about the geology of the falls and the meaning of the falls to the local communities.

The falls are 1.7 kilometers wide. Despite this being the time of year when the falls should be at their peak, the drought conditions were evident. We should not have been able to see the rocks at all but, as he pointed out, the rainy season hadn’t come as far inland as it needed to. The falls were breathtaking. We had been warned about the mist and the desk gave us plastic ponchos. I had left my camera in the hotel to be on the safe side. I was glad I had! The “mist” was like walking through a warm rain. We got soaked. Elvis was great at taking panorama pictures on iPhones and so, gave us free photography lessons too. As you can see from the pictures, the falls were amazing. The rainbows were circular at some points. We thought lovingly about my sisters (because they love heights sooo much!) as we walked across the Knife Edge bridge over the river.  The bridge was slimy from moss thriving in the misty conditions and bouncy as we walked over the gorge. The view of the falls changed with every turn of the path. Elvis told us we just missed the full moon over the falls and the ceremonies that occurred. He spoke of about Nyami Nyami, the spirit of the river. The spirit is usually seen as a snake and is considered a God by the local people and controls life in and around the river. The building of a hydroelectric dam in the 1960’s changed the way of life for the Zambian communities who had always lived close to the river. Elvis described some of the changes that had occurred.

Our journey to the falls took more than an hour and we were ready for refreshments. A live band was playing by the pool and we relaxed while we had supper. The Zebras joined us. I am writing this at 3:30 am here because jet lag is real! I tried writing this earlier this evening but kept falling asleep at the keyboard. We went to bed early because our safari to Botswana leaves bright and early tomorrow morning. I had a good three hours sleep before my brain decided it was time to be awake (its 7:30 pm back home). I am now going to try to get another nap in before morning.

We managed the 11.5 hour flight from Cape Town to Amsterdam with all of us getting some sleep. We had a 4 hour layover that turned into 5 because, although the flight was ready to push back from the gate on time, the cue for a runway was lengthy. The 8 hour flight into Edmonton was long but unremarkable. We were met with the snow and rain that made us wonder about why we left the warmth of Tanzania. We laughed a little hysterically as Dale and I found our furnace not working. Rather than attempt a fix with jet lagged brains, we just went to bed under a pile of blankets.

We had such a great holiday with brilliant companions. Now all that is left is to sort the hundreds of photos that we can then subject our family and friends to viewing.

We went walking in Cape Town for our final day. Our flight left at 11 pm so we took advantage of the day to walk. We were warned that it was not safe to walk in many parts of the city. The impact of colonialism, apartheid and poverty make it unsafe for unwary travellers. We started at the green square market near the District 6 museum and strolled through hundreds of stalls selling all sorts of souvenirs.

We then walked by the square where Mandela first spoke to the crowds after his release from prison.Then we sought coffee in the world’s best steampunk cafe

We felt a bit uneasy as we walked through the transit centre and downtown. Our lack of street smarts actually attracted the attention of a street ambassador who counselled us on navigating the city safely and then sent us in the right direction to our goal of the waterfront.

We had a great lunch at a Scottish waterfront pub and finished our shopping. We then took a leisurely stroll along the beach road back to our hotel.

There was impressive street art all along the shore. The glasses were powerful. These giant 👓 looked toward Robben Island where Mandela was captive for decades.

We walked approximately 9 miles before returning to the hotel for a last glass of wine before our flights home

We managed to stop at 4 very different wineries. Rarely do we start drinking wine at 9:30 in the morning, but it was a great exception 😎. We started at Kanonkop where we sampled six amazing wines. We then moved onto the Fairview vineyard where we had a wine and cheese paring. This vineyard is the creator of one of our favourite “house wines” in Edmonton called Goats do Roam. It came complete with live goats outside. Our third stop was the Rickety Bridge vineyard where we had lunch. The vineyard was one of the older ones around and was very good. Our final stop was a new vineyard, just 20 years old where we had a wine and chocolate pairing.

We went to the waterfront for dinner at a restaurant specializing in seafood. We drank wine we had purchased during the day with our dinner.

We arrived at the gardens in time for the 10:45 am guided tour. Our guide, Erica, took us on a two hour stroll through the gardens. We gradually climbed up the paths, through a variety of flowers, shrubs and trees that showcased the unique flora of South Africa. The flowers were amazing as were the birds. We enjoyed the treetop walk and ended our visit in the garden restaurant.

The first actual rain we experienced on our trip occurred while we were in the garden gift shop. We had a lazy evening picnic in our hotel. We had a cozy living room space near our hotel room. Ken and Denise had a patio that had comfy seating for 6 as part of their room. We were well cared for.

We set out once again on an adventure driving around the peninsula down to the Cape of Good Hope. We drove along the coast and experienced some beautiful vistas before stopping to see a penguin colony. These were great fun to watch them waddle, swim, meets and mind their young before doing more waddling.

We broke into serious souvenir shopping and were serenaded by a group of South African singers. I even got in on some dancing.

Our stop at Cape point gave us the opportunity to take a 7 minute funicular ride to the lighthouse. The view was amazing.

We had planned a long uphill climb but, since the weather was nice, we wanted to get back to Cape Town in time for Anne to see Table Mountain. She had missed it yesterday due to illness. We had the right meds to get her back in her feet quickly. Dale and Anne went up while the rest of us took it easy by the pool. Their view was significantly different due to different time of day and a significant weather change.

Despite arriving late last night, we were up bright and early this morning for a tour of Cape Town. We had a private guide booked and he took us first to the District Six Museum. This museum detailed the forced eviction of the Black and Coloured people from District Six, a part of Cape Town. The local government forced the evacuation of thousands of people, declared the land they lived on as “white only” and then bulldozed their homes. It stuck me that this occurred in 1966, when I was 5. The parallels with what happened in Canada with Indigenous people were striking. It was a brutal but powerful museum. It told the story of the forced resettlement from the perspective of the resettled people and focused on how their lives changed with the stroke of a white man’s pen. They made this sculpture out of the street signs from the demolished areas

We were then toured through a township outside of Cape Town. It was a cold look at reality. The people living in the township fell into two categories, people with permanent housing built primarily of cinder blocks and people “squatting” while waiting for housing. Those people cobbled together whatever shelter they could find, often corrugated sheet metal. The poverty of the township is staggering. 50% of people living there are unemployed and have little to no hope of change. It is a rough existence. Our guide was clear that we were able to drive through the township with a “local” but that we would not likely find our way out on our own. The reality of the environment was clear as we left the township and noticed that immediately adjacent to it was an American school in a fenced area where only privileged white youth can attend. The reality was black and white. Our guide and others have described that because some of the people who implemented Apartheid are still alive and attitudes and resentments don’t change quickly, it will take a few generations for true healing to begin.

We then drove through a colourful district of Cape Town where all the houses are painted bright colours that celebrate the owner’s freedom.

Our tour continued to Signal Hill where we got to witness the daily firing of the canon that signals it is noon. The view from the hill was wonderful and the canon firing was authentic (but updated with a modern firing mechanism). It was much louder than we expected.

Our final stop for the day was Table Mountain. We took a cable car up to the top of this nature reserve and had a perfect day to take in the view.

The flowers were fantastic. Table mountain is a unique region in the world and has vegetation that is only found in the area.

We ended our day with a fantastic meal and an early night.

We woke up this morning to the sight of elephants outside of camp and hot air balloons drifting above the tree tops. We had our morning coffee and breakfast in the dining tent. I am happy with this idea of camping. We had a king sized bed, indoor commode that flushed and a bucket shower. Our wake up call was the arrival of the hot water for the “bucket”.

Our morning drive to the river confirmed how dangerous it is for the wildebeests to cross. We saw dozens of crocodiles lazing on the shores of the river. We also witnessed vultures and Maribu stocks clean the bones of a wildebeest that didn’t make it.

The word safari is Arabic for “going on a journey”. We have covered a lot of ground in our Jeep. We have also spent hours driving on bumpy trails. Typically we have hit the road at 8am and returned to our lodging between 5 and 6 pm with a lunch stop at a designated tourist stop. The Tanzanians do great bathrooms in the wilderness. Even my sister Brenda could be comfy😂.

While waiting to see if the wildebeests were going to cross the river we had the opportunity to watch a herd of elephants swim across. The elephants were dominant. The crocodiles and hippos moved off and gave them lots of space. The little ones frolicked surrounded by the big ones.

After 4 hours of driving around we went for a bathroom break at the airport, the only place around. While we were gone we missed the crossing. So we will have to see it next time. We were privileged to see two zebra make that crossing. We spent the afternoon encountering another elephant, another hippo…. we are content with all the animals we encountered on this trip. It has truly been a privilege. Tomorrow we transition from Tanzania 🇹🇿 to South Africa 🇿🇦 . We leave the northern Serengeti by a small plane and will travel all day to Cape Town.

We are now waiting to experience the migration of the wildebeests. We crossed into the northern Serengeti along with thousands of wildebeests (aka gnus) and zebras. These two animals travel north together in a symbiotic relationship. The zebras are smart and great memories. The Gnus aren’t too smart so the zebra’s let them go into the water first.

On our way we got to see more giraffes – they are amazingly graceful!

Then we got to witness a Secretary Bird in action. This bird stomps its prey first, then swallows it whole. 

The diversity of life as we started our journey was impressive. We loved all the animals, even the unlovable ones like a hyena who was covered in gore and flies. . We went out to see the migration and saw anything but, the wildebeests gathered on the bank but refused to cross. After we started back to our camp we were rewarded with a second sighting of a pair of black rhinos. We had wondered how such big beasts were so hard to see in the wild. We figured it out. It was really hard to see her clearly.

Tomorrow we will try to view the migration again!