Land cruising in Africa


We dreamed about the iconic wildlife we’d have the chance to see in South Africa. But when we sketched out our plans to sail across the Indian Ocean, seeing them for ourselves in the vast parklands of South Africa felt dubious. Safari prices, at first blush, were well out of our reach. We’d be there in peak season, where choice lodging in choice parks are booked many, many months in advance. I wondered if we’d experience this facet of Africa.

Happily, I was mistaken about the cost and accessibility. Thanks to helpful insights from our friend Sue (of Ocelot fame- there’s a pile of info on their site) and a cockpit briefing from the Delos crew of places they’d visited, and within days of our arrival we were road-tripping our way to unforgettable encounters with wildlife.

Ty, our irrepressible crew, and his wife Nita rented a VW van to fit all seven of us and we took off on a two-day loop to parks/reserves within easy reach of where Totem lay in Richards Bay. The chance to see wildlife up-close was so exciting, I think I spent half of the time levitating. I might have squealed when we saw a clutch of hippos in the river on the way to meet up with our guide for a boat tour up the lower reaches of the iSimangaliso Wetlands Park. HIPPOS. Some kids like dinosaurs, some like elephants, this big kid has a thing for hippos.

From there we went inland to the Emdoneni Lodge; their cheetah rehab center cares for not just cheetahs, but servals, caracal (lynx),  and African wildcats that have been injured or orphaned. It releases them to their habitat when possible, and acts as a home for cats that can’t be returned to the wild. It can be difficult to see these cats in the parks, so this gave us a chance for a close encounter accompanied with great information from our guide.

Our guide was well into his dialogue on servals when one decided it was in love with Jamie’s feet. A minor complication: as he discovered, if you try to extricate your foot, the claws come out. Playful, but ouch!

DSC_8694Another serval in the pen was less amused. DSC_8707 These two brothers were raised in captivity. No hope of rehabilitation. We were told that we could only approach one of them- the other was “in a bad mood.” Thanks to Ty & Nita for getting pics of us! We RARELY are all in the frame.

family pic Economical accommodation in South Africa is in places called “backpackers” – they’re kind of like hostels, but better than what I remember from hosteling in my 20s. Some are suburban homes, others are farms, or rondavels; there’s even one right next door to Jamie’s aunt and uncle in their posh Johannesburg neighborhood. Most seem to have self-catering kitchens where you can prepare meals, which is nice for economy but sometimes a necessity in the rural reaches of the country. We stayed at a backpackers just outside a main gate to Hluhluwe-iMfolozi park, our first big game park destination, an easy way to get in when the gates opened at dawn… one of the best times to spot wildlife before they hide from the heat of the day.

DSC_8821 We spent almost an entire day there. Wide vistas of open savanna, golden grass punctuated by the thorny scrub of acacia trees. Soft, old hills dipped down to valleys where rivers should run, but the long drought has dried up all but the deepest – and those aren’t much more than  muddy holes now.

zebras at watering hole Hluhluwe-iMfolozi simply blew us away: even before we entered the park, while waiting to get our tickets a family of warthogs ran by the car, a bunch of baboons took over a nearby tree, and in the distance we could hear….something.

Cape buffaloIf there’s an upside to the dry conditions, it’s for the game park visitor’s viewing opportunities. Animals congregate to drink from the few places water can be found, making them easier to spot. Other times we’d turn off the car and just sit on the roadside when we saw a particularly interesting bunch; staying quietly in the car instead of trying to bring ourselves closer, the animals sometimes came to us.


Under Ty’s land-yacht captaincy we drove the roads of Hluhluwe-iMfolozi until the need to get back to Richards Bay in daylight pushed us along. One after another, the iconic big game of Africa sauntered by, or crested a hill in front of us, or flew past. It truly felt surreal.


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Ty demonstrated a gift for manifesting. “I hope we can see a rhino,” he said, and BAM- trotting across the road in front of us, and right by the VW: a stunning (and terribly endangered) southern white rhino. We asked him if he’d take requests. There are nice lodges inside the park; they have security, and fences, but are still very much open to wildlife. Breaking for a meal at one of the lodges inside the park, we learned that a lion had taken down a wildebeest on their lawn just a few nights before. Sorry kids- no running around on the lodge’s soccer field! In the afternoon we picked up a couple of hitchhikers, two guys backpacking in Africa. Nate & Earl added great energy and sharp spotting eyes to our crew. DSC_8932

My lack of 12-month-advance planning to snag access to the big-name parks didn’t matter much at all, as it turns out. Self-driving into the parks was affordable and enjoyable; we could travel at our own pace, based on our own whims, instead of those of a larger group. Lodging was easy to get and affordable, since November is still a relatively slow month. We just had to get our brains unwrapped from the classic image of the glamping safari, get behind the wheel, and head into the savannah.

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9 Responses

  1. These pictures are AMAZING!!! Such a great idea to do it yourself and self-drive. While I had the chance to go on safari in Kenya years ago, my hubby has never been on one. I would love to go back there one day with him.

    1. I would say “this makes the Indian Ocean passages worthwhile!” – except that the IO was so full of unforgettable stops, and this is a glorious capper.

  2. The kids MUST stop growing!

    Although wonderful to see your posts, the photos of the kids that were too small for T-shirts just yesterday in Mexico make me realize how old I’m getting…OR have become.

    I think to be fair, we should be allowed to grow younger as they grow older. Whataya think?

  3. I love this so deeply on so many levels. Thank you for sharing in your always postive and humble style, how you made this work on a budget. With the right attitude, the coconut telegraph, and a sense of adventure anything is possible.

    1. thank you Cindy! I worried about safari options more than I should have, but you nailed it. positivity, friends, and willingness to just go for it!

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