Travel

So I’ve spent a while looking for work and to no avail. The course I was doing hasn’t as many contacts within the game guiding industry as presented on their web site. I suppose that’s not a big surprise in a lot of ways. It’s essentially a money making scheme like any other except that the people who leave the courses seem to have been cast adrift in the majority of cases and are left to pick up their own pieces.

It hasn’t worked out too badly regardless as I’ve had an opportunity to see how to run a lodge the right way. I stayed in the Timbavati lodge for a couple of weeks and surprisingly it is run by an old Irish ex pat. He lets his son do the steering now but it’s a well run lodge and it caters for the middle of the road type of guest. It’s relatively cheap and cheerful and it’s got a killer location. It’s right on the Orpen road into the Kruger National Park. I got to know the owner and his sons and a few of his friends and it was good to make some new acquaintances. Paddy’s night was good craic obviously considering I’m in the middle of the bush and there isn’t much of a hullaballoo about it here. We made a good night of it. Marie a lady from Dublin and me gave it a lash and we sung a few songs and had the craic. It was good fun but it wasn’t as heavy a session as I would expect to have at home! Unfortunately one of the girls who manages the place had an accident in the wee hours after having one too many and she had to be brought to hospital. I was woken at 3 in a bit of a drunken stupor and asked if I would ferry her to hospital in Fixer (My car) Considering she had a bad back injury and it’s a pretty bumpy road I decided it wouldn’t be the best bet and we called an ambulance instead. Luckily we did in the end as she fractured 3 of her lower vertebrae. God only knows what could have happened if we had gone in to town with her.

I spent some days in Kruger looking for some material for my blog and wasn’t disappointed. We saw all of the big 5 and loads of other cool stuff. The worst things about Kruger though are the idiots that hang out of doors, windows, sunroofs etc. They have even dedicated a board to them called the “Kruger crazies.” I’ve had my fair share of them over the last 9 months. One guy the last time I was there was filming out of his sunroof and was completely oblivious to the fact that the Lioness who was on the road about 2 metres away from me got the shits when she saw him. She ignored me completely even though I was 2 metres away from her with my window down but could see him with his video camera coming towards her on the road. Not only did she get up and run off into the bush but the “idiot,” didn’t even realize he ruined the sighting for the other 4 cars that were there at the time! I was offered a job in the Timbavati lodge doing tours around Kruger but unfortunately I don’t have my PDP permit which you need to drive in KNP. That’s as a result of the fiasco with Fixer A.K.A. Moses Mkuntho. I ended up not having the license and my options are limited but that’s the way it goes sometimes.

I headed off down to Jo’burg one of the days and stayed in a hostel for the night. I woke up the next day with a fairly bad case of the itchy and scratchy show. I don’t really want to know what the hell it was that was giving me the heeby jeebies but I’ve been in a few Backpackers in me time and it wasn’t a massive surprise! Alex landed into Jo’burg and we spent the day downtown in a shopping centre drinking coffee and for me scratching myself! Lovely! We had a flight down to Cape Town in the evening and the South awaited us. I was eager to get down and see the sea again. We flew in at night and checked into the Fire and Ice hotel. A real trendy hotel in the middle of the city. It was a cool spot and loads of thought was put into the design. Even the jax’s were class. It actually made you want to go and check them out. 6 different ones and all with different themes. It was like the Laughter lounge jax but by 6!

The taxis were big time hustlers and to be honest they aren’t unlike their Irish/Non Irish counterparts! If they could get away with a bit of shimmy shammying they would. You needed to ask them to put the metre on or they’d just make up a price and smile like a little angel. They were good craic though and well able to have a bit of craic. There was a bit of a rough element in the game as well though. The Cape Town Mayor has had death threats over trying to introduce a new quality bus corridor and transport system. The Jo Maxi drivers don’t like the sound of that and wanted to string her up to the nearest tree. We’ll see how it pans out. She could refer to the Irish example and she’d have at least a 10 year delay on her plan and that would give herself a bit of a chance! The drivers were real buds as well and seemed to be fairly sharp. Funnily enough they all seemed to appreciate me because I was from Ireland. Thank you Niall Mellon. Keep up the good work!

Cape Town is a great spot. It’s got a mix of San Fran and Sydney rolled up with an African twist. Table Mountain is a spectacular back drop to the city and it’s blue flag beaches. It has some nice café’s and bars and can be a great place to have a sun downer. The South Easterly wind whips up though and if you don’t mind being lashed out of it by the wind at different stages it’s magnificent. The water is Baltic though but great for a hang over cure! There are some spectacular sunsets as well. You can Hang glide down onto the beach as well so if that’s your ting then Cape Town is for you. The city has a lot of history. Unfortunately a lot of it is down right shameful from a human perspective but it gives an insight into how the country was formed/exploited in the early days.

One of the funniest things about Cape Town was the constant harassment on the beach by people selling stuff. It was nice harassment though if you get my drift. There were mostly fellas selling ice cold drinks, ice cream you scream etc and the best of all was the no worries attitude of the vendors if you weren’t really interested in buying a lovely hand made coffee table! Some entrepreneurs just don’t have what it takes!

One crazy punter came over to us ranting about something or other. I think he wanted a few shillings but I hadn’t any change. I offered him a melted Twix and he gladly accepted. He then said he was gonna give me a book because I was the only person who had offered him anything and he starts rooting around in his plastic bag. He pulls out a book and hands it to me. Surprisingly it wasn’t the new Maeve Binchy hardback but a car maintenance book for 2001 to 2003 models of the Toyota Hilux! I had to refuse his generosity for obvious reasons but I would have settled for an Isuzu KB 250 Le 2003 model if he had it knocking around!

The trip down to the most Southerly point in Africa is well worth the trip too. You look out into the Atlantic at the Cape Point on the Cape of Good Hope. Many a seafarer lost his way around here and ended up swimming for his life in the cold Atlantic waters. This is the point that the first explorers from Portugal recorded in Africa on their way to the Far East. It’s steeped in history and there is similarities with Ireland and particularly the West of Ireland. The land is vast desolate and wind swept. It reminds me of Connemara. It’s beautiful in it’s own way. On the way back we went to a place called Boulders beach where you can walk with Penguins. They are hilarious to watch as they lope along. Very ungainly on land but wait till you see the change when they hit the water. It’s incredible and hilarious at the same time! It’s worth the trip to see to the Cape to see the Penguin’s alone! Alas the Cape Town trip has come to an end all too quickly but a marvelous time was had.

Back to Jo’burg for a few days before heading off to Botswana and Zimbabwe. I took another bud from the airport and I’m convinced he had the metre running before I got into the cab. Bleedin taxi drivers! I’m really looking forward to the trip. The Okavango Delta is supposed to be spectacular. The bad news is that there is massive flooding there at the moment and there is a big humanitarian problem in the region because of it.