Seaside Craving

At the beginning of September both Nick and I were feeling something was missing and the gap needed to be filled. Don't worry it was nothing a trip to the seaside couldn't fix!

In Pretoria we are both probably the furthest away from the sea we have ever been in our lives and having spent 5 months without seeing a speck of the big blue it was starting to effect us! So we planned a long weekend trip to the Hibiscus Coast. This is the area of coastline south of Durban in KZN which is dotted with various seaside resort towns which the people of Guateng  flock to in the summer months for the school holidays. This meant Nick and I could enjoy a relaxing quiet time by the sea without too many kiddies although it did mean that some things were shut for the offseason.

The drive to Durban takes about 7 hours (people say you can do it in 5 but they are lying or driving far too fast), so we set off bright and early at about 5:30 in the morning so we could get there with a bit of the afternoon. We do like our detours which take us off the boring highways and along more interesting routes and this was no exception. Nick had visited the area near Durban before and wanted to show me the area called the 'Valley of a Thousand Hills' simply named after the terrain of the area which is made up of many, many small hill which almost entwined to create a wonderful landscape. So having watched the sun come up as we left Guateng and had a long journey via the highway, with a quick stop at a Wimpy (yes this wonderful restaurant chain is still going strong over here, with one in every mall and service station you come across) for a breakfast roll and a coffee, we left the highway and entered rural KZN. Right on cue we began driving behind a bakkie pulling a trailer inside which was a large cow which proceeded to stare at us as it tried to keep its balance along the bumpy road. We passed small villages with traditional round mud and thatch huts as well as the common tin shacks. There was lots of live stock and lots of children walking home from school (some of which were playing ball games along the road which added a new challenge to the drive).

Nick wasn't convinced we were going to see the Valley of a thousand hills as he had on his previous trip but we soon found ourselves looking over some hills (maybe not a thousand) covered in sugar cane plantations. The plantations carpeted the hills and blew together in the wind which was a beautiful sight. So the detour was definitely worth it. We then joined the coastal road south of Durban and waited eagerly to catch our first glimpse of blue. We entered the small seaside town of Umlazi and followed the signs to the beach and in the gap between two guest houses there was a speck of sea! We then parked up overlooking the Indian Ocean (for the first time) and had our lunch.

We then kept driving along the coast with more and more views of the sea as we went. We arrived at a campsite at Rocky Bay. When I say at the bay it would be more accurate to say on the bay as it was litrally a couple of steps down to the beach. We began setting up camp right next to the beach on the edge of the campsite. However, the bit of wind we had noticed getting out of the car turned out to be a lot of wind, especially when trying to put up our huge tent! We were stupidly determined to be right by the beach until an elderly gentleman came over in a shirt, shorts and sandels looking far more experienced with this place than us and rather than offering us a hand offered us some straightforward advice - you'll never get your tent up on this site - there is one further away from the beach sheltered by a tree that is much better. We realised it was a time to bow down to the wisdom of someone who it turns out has retired to live in this campsite and so probably knows best. As we moved towards the rear of the campsite we came across more of these permenent residents who had caravans complete with huge covered verandas, lawns they mowed, plant pots, satalite TVs and even sofas. We had a peak into one and it looked like someone had picked up a living room from somewhere and plonked it by their caravan that happened to be in the perfect setting overlooking the sea. I say perfect - by which I mean perfect for people like my dad and brother who are more than happy to get used to trains passing by at all hours of the day and night (frequently pulling the whistle loadly probably especially for us holiday makers who then think they are under attack when they awake in the middle of the night). But obviously these OAPs had gotten used to the trains and had decided to settle here for the season if not forever!

So after successfully setting up camp in a much more sensible place - still with sea view as it is hard to miss from any spot here, we went and enjoyed the beach. Given the wind the sea was wild and rough but we enjoyed watching the waves and Nick let me collect shells to my hearts content. We enjoyed an evening braai and as always went to bed stupidly early - it goes dark so quickly and with very little to do the answer is early to bed early to rise.

So we rose early and went for a long walk along the beach which involved some fun boulder hopping and avoiding the waves. We also came across some dassies lazing in the sun and generally looking ridiculous - their big chubby bodies bouncing around when we got too close and then lying back down with their bellies hanging out once they realised we were'nt a threat and we had just rudely interrupted their sun bathing. A well advertised facts about these odd creatures is that they are closely related to the elephant. Now your average dassie is a bit smaller than these in Rocky Bay so it would usually be a lot harder to imagine that these oversized guinie pig type creatures have more biological similarity to an elephant. These dassies clearly enjoy chowing down on a diet similar to that of the campers - ice cream, boerewors (big beef sausages), rusk biscuits etc. If you look closely at their stance when  they walk apparently it is similar to the way an elephant walks as they have the same skeletal structure - but that is the biology geek in me.

Having failed to find an ice cream on our walk we came back to have bacon sarnies from the braai, complete with brown sauce - showing those south africans what really can be done with charcoal and a couple of brits - i.e. frazzle meat to a crisp, plonk it between two bits of bread and cover with sauce! Nick was also proud for another reason - while we had been away we had left a box of bananas in the verander part of our tent (yes it has a veranda!). We hadn't realised there were vervet monkeys about and a kind woman came up to return what was left (i.e. a cardboard box with one banana). Nick had not encountered vervets yet and the woman looked confused as he took the box with a great big smile on his face. Your average south african certainly does not appreciate pest like vervets to the extent nick obviously does.

We headed up  the highway to Durban for the rest of the day. We wanted to see what this city was like given it has the largest asian population in South Africa (and the african continent) due to the importation of labour from India during the time of British colonial rule. Durban's population is also largely made up of Zulu's, whose homelands are slightly north and inland from Durban. Therefore, we wanted to see how different this city was compared to Pretoria, which is the only city which is dominated by white people. We enjoyed being able to walk in the city and see the City Hall and investigate some local art in a culture centre where we also settled down to listen to a band which failed to turn up. So we headed over to the dock waterfront, to the place that serves the best 'Bunny Chow' in town. Bunny Chow is a famous Durban dish and basically involves taking a large loaf of white bread, cutting say a quater of itoff  in one big piece, hollowing out the inside, filling it with a warm mutton curry and putting the bread back on top. As you can imagine this was something that appealled to Nick and I. Having found the acclaimed 'best bunny chow in town', we were thrown a little as it was one of several basic takaway hut on the dockside with a few picnic benches infront. We decided to do as the locals do and order anyway and it was great! I had been told I would not be able to finish and sadly this time they were correct as it was very rich, I let myself down :(.

Back to the campsite, back to bed and back to the trains scaring us to death in the middle of the night!
The next day we woke up and as we lay in bed Nick heard a familiar voice! At work Nick and the others have the opportunity to buy samosas from a man t hat comes to sell them at the office. So as we lay in our tent by the sea and heard "Goodmorning, samosas?!" shouted through the tent wall we wondered if he had followed Nick on his holiday! As you can imagine we didnt really fancy a samosa for breakfast so he moved on.

That morning we enjoyed exploring the local area, particularly taking a detour, getting a little lost but driving through beautiful fields of sugar plantation again. We also happened upon a wonderfully empty beach that stretched on into the distance. We had a few lovely hours messing around on the sand dunes ( mostly falling up and down them, rolling balls down them, you get the idea). We also enjoyed another great british tradition - sandy sandwiches :) We went back to the campsite via a wonderful bar right on the seafront. We sat on their deck looking out to the Indian ocean enjoying a drink and watching the south africans watching the rugby. We then headed back to our tent to have a final braai and a final sleep broken by the trains. The next morning we packed up, along with one of the OAP residents watching and "helping" i.e. commenting on our techniques of packing up the tent. He was suprised we were leaving already and so I asked when he was leaving and he answered by simply saying: "never". We were jealous as we drove back to Pretoria and away from the sea.

Other creatures

Hi All

My Grandad pointed out  that I didn't mention any of the insects or plants I saw on my trip to the Eastern Cape so here are a few I saw plus a few others we have around these ere parts!

The Golden Orb spider - I saw lots of these in the Eastern Cape, lots of them were nearly the size of my hand. We had to avoid walking straight (face first) into them or their webs. Their thread of their webs shines a golden colour in the sunlight hence the name and although a little creepy they are beautiful (just not on your face!)

This is called a Shepherd Tree as it is one of the few trees here without thorns so shepherds would sit under it for shade. I don't think this photo really does this tree justice as they can be a beautiful flat umbrella shape and stand out in a particularly barren landscape.

This is some sort of grasshopper that I saw (by the way these are just photos from google not my own i am afraid) while climbing the mountain in the Eastern Cape. They would jump (to head height) across our path and you would see a flash of their beautiful colours.

These little lizards are all over the place in Pretoria and we have several living in our garden.

This is a beautiful tree that is in bloom at the moment all over Pretoria. Although I have heard various names I found it under 'Coral Tree' although I think another name 'flame tree' is more appropriate. I love the vivid bright red of the flowers against the start grey/brown of the branches.

Close up of coral tree.

This is a Hoepoo (prenounced hoopoo) and I saw them in the Eastern cape but also around Pretoria. They are stunning birds especially with their wings spread. 

This is a hadeda (prenounced har-dee-da) and they happily wander around our compound looking rediculour as they are the size of a cat. They also make  the load noise that gives them their name and annoys residents when they are woken by it in the morning.

A KZN (Kat, Zulus and Nick) Adventure

Hello everybody, Nick here. I wrote most of this while Kat was away having fun with monkeys but have been so busy I didn't quite manage to get round to finishing it and posting it - sorry! I will post on what kept me so busy soon...

A few weeks ago Kat and I made our first decent trip away, and went to KwaZulu-Natal (KZN). As it’s me I’m going to now make you all suffer a bit of history and politics, which hopefully you’ll find interesting!

KwaZulu means ‘land of sky’ and was a group of areas inside the province of Natal which was set aside by the apartheid government as a semi-autonomous homeland for the Zulus (post-apartheid the regions formally joined to be called KZN). This was to try to perpetuate tribal divides and since the dominant Zulu party, the Inkatha Freedom Party, had a strong leader, Chief Buthalezi. KZN was very violent during apartheid and has been in democratic elections since 1994. This is when I tell Mum that on local elections day here I toured KZN and visited some real Zulu heartlands (sorry Mum!). The recent elections were the first totally peaceful ones in KZN on record but violence since 1994 has never been anything like the levels during apartheid. Mandela made a big point of supposed apartheid government funding of Inkatha Freedom Party violence towards the African National Congress (his party) to try to disrupt the peace process and test his negotiating resilience. Anyway, I have probably wittered on too much about the background to KZN but I guess I just wanted to give you a feel for how complicated and fascinating the region is: it’s the Zulu homelands, its history is complicated, but it’s also absolutely beautiful. When I went there for the elections I started in Durban and did a road trip through the Valley of a Thousand Hills, stopping and talking at locals in cities, townships and raw rural areas. It was an amazing privilege to hear real people’s stories and they were (generally) really friendly. But that is a story for another time.

So, the Friday before the late May bank holiday weekend, Kat and I set off on a road trip, driving through Jo’burg and passing through the provinces of Free State and Mpumalanga (for about 5km only) before hitting KZN. It took about 5 hours and much of it was driving in a long straight line! Free State was barren and very flat, and it was very clear when KZN was in site as we could see the mountains start to appear out of the distance. We were heading towards the Drakensburg mountains for the first part of our 2 part trip, and they were such a beautiful sight, quite majestic with their flattened tops – the like of which we’d never seen before.

We had driven 300 kilometers and had another 50 to go when we suddenly turned onto a road which had roadworks, wiping out the whole left-hand side of the road. We joined the back of the queue and waited for oncoming traffic to pass. It took ages and we felt a bit uneasy as lots of people walking near our car trying to sell things (sometimes the security situation here makes you feel uneasy with anything near your car when you are trapped). Anyway we had been planning on filling up the car with petrol before we entered the park. Only now we were driving on this road everything started looking very desolate and it didn’t feel like a petrol station was about to pop out of anywhere. The petrol gauge was entering its last quadrant, and we started to get worried – we didn’t want to get stuck in the mountains. Asking a local if there was a petrol station ahead didn’t help either, as she said “yes” but we know that sometimes South Africans just tell you what you want to hear for fear of being rude! So after 30 minutes on this lumpy, bumpy road we turned round at the first opportunity and did it all again! About an hour later we were back there again with a full tank of petrol, and about 20 minutes drive further there was....of course....a petrol station!

Anyway we weaved and winded round the mountains on our way to Royal Natal National Park. We drove through Zulu rural areas, with lots of people walking along the sides of the road. There were a lot of schoolkids as it was the end of the day. Houses were a mixture of traditional round Zulu hut type houses and the pretty standard houses with brick structures and corrugated iron roofs. We made it into the park and got to our campsite, which was right next to the Mahai river set amongst a few tall trees with a glorious mountainous background. We set up camp with our brand new tent – it was a bit of a challenge but we got it up ok. We had some friendly guinea fowl watching us struggle. It got dark really quickly so we lit a fire and had a braai – mostly nicely burnt sausages!

The night was cold – 4 layers and still cold sort of cold – but worth putting up with (I won’t mention the cold again now as I probably got a little overly miserable about it – sorry Kat!). Anyway we got up and had a wonderful walk that took most of the day. It was the most amazing walk I’ve ever done (I think Kat agrees but I don’t want to speak for her given all of her amazing rainforest experiences!). Starting off it was a hot and dry terrain, with a winding climb up the sides of hills. It’s amazing how when the sun comes out you start feeling very warm only a couple of hours after it’s been freezing. The views were amazing and we saw the park’s famous amphitheatre, a raw rock face cut into mountains which continues round the whole park. We entered small patches of woodlands that were cool, refreshing and green. The third patch of woodland we entered we suddenly noticed a family of Baboons! They were only 50 metres or so away, sat high in trees that were down the edge of the mountain, and they were feeding. We watched in awe for a while (and they watched us too, but probably not in awe!). We continued the walk and hit a boulder filled gorge. Not only was the sight amazing but it meant we got to go boulder hopping for the next half an hour! At the end we knew it wasn’t far to the base of the second tallest waterfall in the world, Tukela Falls. The only problem was we went the wrong way. Twice. We did find a spot with a good view of the falls in the end but we couldn’t see the water flowing because it is winter and the volume of water falling is much lower. But we could still see the snow at its peak and the shape of the falls. It was fantastic. We decided we would walk back rather than climb the dodgy looking chain ladder to the base of the falls as it was getting late, and getting stranded didn’t seem like a good idea! Perhaps next time, we thought, which made us realise we are very lucky to have that sort of opportunity not just once but for a few years.

The second day, before we headed off, we did the short “Otto’s walk” which went through woodlands. We were lucky again to see a whole mass of Baboons as we walked back along a road, including several baby baboons playing and feeding. We bought a colourful fruit bowl/basket, weaved by local women who we having a good gossip in Zulu, before we left.

We headed to the Midlands, still in KZN. The Midlands is famous for its English feel, in countryside and culture. We joined the Midlands Meander, a well known route of windy roads linking coffee shops, restaurants, hotels, arts and craft shops. We drove to the Mount Park Farm, a working farm which was also our new campsite. What we had thought was close to the meander actually turned out to be 25km down a dirt road! Still, it was a lovely campsite up in the hills and we were the only guests. Plus the town was called ‘Dargle’! Now who wouldn’t love that? We pitched our tent and headed out again, to sample the culture and some finer living than in the Drakensburg Mountains.

Over the next day and a half we ended up enjoying ourselves eating out, chilling in a cool Austrian bar, browsing lots of shops full of crafts and gifts. We even got to dip our own candles (colouring candles)! We went to a pottery shop, which not only had amazing pottery but a cool guy who ran it. He noticed our accents and the diplomatic plates and realised we were from the UK. He told us all about how the High Commission had helped him towards the end of apartheid by giving him sewing machines and desks, which enabled him to set up classes to educate locals on how to sew. It’s amazing how much impact these projects have sometimes and it’s great to hear what they have achieved and their lasting impact, even if it’s not on a grand scale. He was about to leave South Africa for Mozambique and wanted to start a 'mariculture' project now – teaching the local community how to farm land animals while sustainably interacting with the sea (I think it was by teaching them to grow mussels as feed – not sure though). Anyway we bought a lovely jug and Kat used her cheeky grin to get him to throw in a small bowl for free!

We rounded off our trip with a trip to Howick. We saw the place at which Nelson Mandela was arrested for breaking pass laws, an arrest which would lead to him spending 30 years in jail. We also went for Tea at a cafe with a view of the glorious Howick Falls in the distance, which was a spectacular way to end an amazing trip.

On our way

Drakensberg's in the distance

Two beasts ably conquering the Drakensberg

Starting our walk

The "Policeman's helmet"

A friendly baboon watches us from the trees

The view back across the 'bergs

The gorge

Kat boulder hopping

Tukela Falls (see the snow at the top!)

On the edge of a mountain

What's a braai without friends?

View from Otto's walk

Mummy and baby baboon

Our amazing tent at Mount Park Farm

25km's of dirt....

The Midlands....or the British countryside?

"Dargle!" (in Kat's words)

You can't buy a bad bottle here.

At the spot Mandela was arrested near Howick

Monkey Business

Hi all

I am so so sorry for the long wait for another blog, Nick has written a blog for me about a holiday we took at the end of May but has failed to publish it yet. In his defence he has been carzily busy at work and for two weeks was too busy missing me to possibly do anything else!

Yes I was lucky enough to escape the city of Pretoria and head to the Eastern Cape for 2 weeks. The trip was  from the 9th June to 24th June and I was to help a student complete some field research on Vervet Monkey behaviour. This came about following a meeting with a  very kind woman at the National Botanical Gardens in Pretoria and who works for SANBI (South African National Biodiversity Institute) and although she couldnt offer me any work personally she promised to email my CV to all the contacts she had in conservation in South Africa - which is quite a few! Robyn, a professor of Animal Physiology at the University of Witwatersrand (Wits), was one of these contacts and she emailed me with a very last minute request. One of her honours students, Jess (university students here do a degree in 3 years and then can do an extra year to get 'honours' which is generally regarded as necessary to show you have a decent degree and usually involves a research project) needed a partner to go and collect her data in the Eastern Cape, as the person who was meant to be going with her had dropped out as she had just had surgery. It meant leaving the following week but I rearanged things and having spoken to both Robyn and Jess I agreed that I would be very happy to join Jess.

To be honest I think I was needed largely to be someone with Jess for the long drive to the research station and to then stay with her throughout to give her some company and so she was not alone. However, I also wanted too help her as much as possible to collect data as she only had a limited amount of time and was worried about getting enough, I could relate!

So at 5:30 in the monring I left our flat in Pretoria, with a very generous and sleepy Nick who was giving me a lift to Northern Johannesburg to meet Jess and from where we would travel to the Eastern Cape (if she had come pretoria and then gone through Johannesburg it would have taken us a couple of extra hours due to the traffic that would have built up!). The drive took about 12 hours and we chatted most of the way with us taking it in turns to drive (having to negotiate the road works to which I have started to expect from long journeys here now). So we eventually reached our destination just as the sun was starting to set. Our destination was a series of 3 private game reserves near Graaff Reinet, which I didnt realise at the time but is actually a famous town for its old colonial architecture and being one of the oldest towns in South Africa (on my few vistits it seemed very old and very sleepy with little to do but eat in its many restaurants or visit one of its 5 museums). The three private game reserves were Samara (where the monkies were we studied), Mount Cambedoo (which we just drove through on a daily basis) and Asante Sana (where we stayed in a room in a little cottage with bunk beds and a bath room and then used a shared kitchen across the way in a seperate building).

Both Asante Sana and Samara are owned by incredibly rich South Africans, the owners of Asante Sana also own a winery called Constantia Uitsig (meaning "Constantia View") near Cape Town, so I dont think they are doing too badly for themselves! They only fly in to the reserve from time to time in their private jet and stay with their guests in a very luxurios lodge, nearby they also have a cricket oval as theiy are big fans of cricket and get lots of teams to come and visit. An absolutely fantastic couple, Kitty and Richard, manage Asante Sana for the owners and it was Kitty who sorted us out with our accommadation and warmly welcomed us into her beautiful old farmhouse home every evening for a cup of tea having returned from the field.

So t he research was basically into how the Vervet monkeys behave in the cold (as it is the southern most point of their range so the coldest part). This research would then be used by a a group who are trying to understand if the monkeys will adapt well to climate change or not. It was great watching the monkeys; they were quite entertaining as they groomed eachother and moved around and fed on the bushes and trees (all of which had huge thorns!) However, I felt I wasnt completely appreciating the experience in teh first week as we had to go out all day and watch monkeys for 10 hours and while this is interesting for the first few it soon got pretty dull, especially as I wasnt really collecting data; just holding a pole that measured temp and watching a particular monkey so that we didnt lose it. This wasn't helped by having to be in the field by 7 am every morning to see the monkeys at the coldest time (they often sat at hthe top of  the trees in an open body position sunbasking at this time), the early start didnt bother me but there was always heavy due on the ground that instantly soaked through your boots (I soon started wearing plastic bags inside my boots) and it was very cold so I wore a silly number of layers. Also there had been a huge amount of rain in the last week in an area that had been  suffering drought for the last 3 years, so there were rivers where there weren't usually and there was one smack bang between the monkey's sleep sight (a group of tall peppercorn trees where they huddle together) and their feeding sight (also the side where we arrived in the morning). This often meant that the first thing we had to do in the morning was cross the river - boots off and up to our knees. The water was running off from the snow on the mountains so you can imagine how cold it was. So the mornings were'nt the happiest times but we soon got used to it. The monkeys didnt have too much trouble with their new barrier to their feeding sight; they had a peppercorn tree they used to cross (see the pictures). The babies did often have problems following their mums though, if they were lucky enough to have caught a ride clinging onto her underside. Often they would be left screaming for their mums on the other side and eventually have to try to cross by jumping onto rock - this sometimes went wrong and you would see a baby (or actually sometimes a stupid adult) swimming across and not looking too pleased.

The second week was a lot better as I got to collect data and so actually engage my brain a bit and so the days went a bit faster.  I also got to know some of the other people based in the reserve. There was a young South African couple on Samara, the girl, Hayley, was from Johannesburg  and the guy, Alwyn, was from Cape town and a very chilled out surfer character as a result. They were both doing masters research but also running a gap year volunteer type centre for the owner of the reserve. They kindly let me join them on a couple of the activities they took the volunteers on. They took me on a beautiful hike up one of their mountains it was very hot and quite unstable ground as it is very dry and rocky in the Karoo. It was worth it though, at the top the views were stunning and we saw 2 black eagles at the top which were flying at the same level of us - amazing!!

Alwyn also took me and Jess out on a night drive as he is studying Aardvark, which are nocturnal. We were lucky enough to see one as it  was crossing the road. They are so much bigger than I thought they would be; about the size of a large pig! He soon started running off into the bush and a couple of the volunteers ran after him so we could find out which hole he was living in for Alwyn's research. We followed them in the pitch black and of course I fell down an Aardvark hole, but it was fun!The holes are everywhere and very deep meaning I lost my entire leg for a moment before I pulled myself up.Hayley is studying cheetah and she and the volunteers went off to track a cheetah who had a radio collar on most days. I went out once with her and we couldn't find her, but the second time was absolutely unbelievable!!I saw a cheetah kill!!!!!!!!!It was so amazing, we walked to find her from the land rover and we eventually saw her a little way off from us ( she is completely habituated by the way so she doesnt mind us getting up close). Then Alwyn was apologising for the not so good view when he scared a couple of daiker (very small antelope) out of the bush and they ran straight for the cheetah! We were all wondering if she was going to see them when she suddenly turned, her tail went up and she was in chase! We were all completely in shock and then we heard this little scream from the daiker and the other one ran off. So then we slowly made our way over to her and we found her lying their panting away and then she moved over to the kill, dragged it back and started munching away. This was all a couple of meters away from us! I was annouced to be the lucky charm as even Hayley has never seen a kill and was just telling me that it was pretty unlikely before we got out of the land rover. So I felt very privileged.  

Richard who managed Asante Sana also took us out on a game drive, he was fantastic at driving the big safari land rover, taking it where you would not believe a car could go! Me and jess were bouncing around in the back very happy, especially me as I had one of their lovely collies, Susie, curled up to me keeping us both warm as it was late afternoon and it gets very cold as you drive a long in the open vehicles. We saw all kind of things including springbok, a larger group of giraffe, gemsbok (which are beautiful), eland (also beautiful and very big) and elephants! We saw the huge bull elephant that they have and the herd of females and young ones - so fantastic and I thanked RIchard for showing me my first South African elephants! We practically had our on game drives every day as we drove to and from the monkey site. We saw ostrich, bat eared foxes, giraffe, antelope of various kinds including Kudu which are very stupid and have a tendency of running into cars (luckily jess was aware of tis and drove carefully). We also ended up seeing rhino on a daily basis! Kitty had told us that they hang out near her house a lot but had not been around since the rain. We didn't realise how close to her house she meant as one night we were heading out of her drive and there was one in her garden! Apparently this is a normal occurrence. Most of tem are very used to the cars and people but there is one that can get a bit grumpy. One day we came accross him on the road and followed him for a while ( the best kind of traffic jam!) He eventually became tired of this and turned off the road, as we drove past he did not look pleased, luckily jess started to drive away quickly as at that moment he began to charge at us and run after us down the road for a short way, by this point were were far out of his reach though.

By the time the two weekes were up I was dying to get back and see Nick but I was very sad to leave that beautiful place and particularly the wonderful people I had met. It was great to be around such like minded people again but also to meet some very different South Africans who were just so friendly and welcoming. I left very envious of Kitty and Richard's lifestyle. All I need now is to find a game reserve to run!

I promise to get better at blogging regularly. There will be another one soon.

Lots and lots of love,

Kat

Here you can see our communal kitchen and living room areas and also the bakkie (aka massive car) we  used.

This guy is sun basking which helps keep them warm, in the early morning they would usually sit at he top of a tree doing this.

A baby feeding amounts the thorns which seemed to be on every plant. The monkeys seemed to just cope with them although I was told there was a baby with a missing eye, probably due to an incident with the thorns!

The river. The place where we crossed is at the far right of this picture.

A very dry part of the research area.

There were areas of thicker forest than this but here you can see what a lot of the  area is like.

The monkey's crossing point.

They all used this same pepper corn tree to cross the river.

A very close encounter with a rhino as we left Kitty's house - this is on her driveway looking back towards her house!

This is Aussie the monkey, he was easy to follow and very photogenic so I have lots of photos of him.

The monkeys sometimes hold their feet to keep warm - I can definitely relate!

As you can see in this picture the male monkeys have very colourful genitalia! 

Such a poser!

I love their little hands and feet!

Driving back from a day with the monkeys - beautiful sunset and two rhinos!

Another rhino spotted on the way home

The sunset at it's best

Part of the large group of giraffes we saw on the game drive with Richard.

Baby monkey (well about 6 months old)

Enjoying some grooming on the path down to the river.

The cheetah feeding on her kill - sorry if this doesn't sit well with you!

At the top of the mountain looking over Samara and towards Port Elizabeth (way in the distance and is the main city in the Eastern Cape)

This photo hasn't been zoomed in so you can tell how close we got to her.