A repost from five years ago that still reflects our views…

Our new friend, “One-Wart,” is missing a full-sized wart on the right side of his face. Most likely, he was “born this way.,” possibly due to inbreeding. We have no doubt, he’ll be a regular.

While I’ve continued to edit past posts due to errors I’ve made over the years, along with other errors as a result of WiFi issues at the time, I stumbled across a post from November 13, 2015, that over five years later, still resonates who we are and what we believe. I hesitated to repost the text, of course, using some new photos from Marloth Park.

Why the hesitation? To avoid redundancy. After all, during the past 10 months in lockdown in India, there certainly was plenty of redundancy with dull stories and repeated photos from years past when no new photos were being taken. Thus, if you recall this post, feel free to pass by the text and enjoy the new photos taken in the past 24 hours.

Impalas rarely come to the garden since they are extremely shy around humans. This fellow stops by almost daily.

If years ago, someone would have told me I had to write a new story 365 days a year for over eight years, relevant to the current times, I’d have laughed and said it was impossible. I’d never be motivated to perform such a task. And yet, here we are, plugging away with the same enthusiasm in preparing our first post published on March 15, 2012. See that post here. It didn’t include a single photo but over the years, that first post has been one of our favorites, so well describing who we are and what we hoped to achieve in our worldwide travels.

But, this post, I stumbled upon yesterday afternoon while working on the past post’s edits, also caught my eye and I decided to share it again with you today. Our long time readers may recall this post, or they may not. Our newer readers may never have come across it as they occasionally reviewed the archives, if at all.

This is Dad & Son, who stop by daily to see what’s on the menu.

In essence, this old post is no big deal, but it is a reflection of who we were then and who we are now, which only you, as readers may decide if we have changed our views over the years. To see the photos from that date, please click here. Sit back, relax and read this revealing personal exposé we took seriously at the time and do so again now.  Here we go:

“A grain of sand on the beach of life…Who are we?…

Nothing in life is static. No state of being is guaranteed. All we know for certain is tomorrow a new day will dawn and tonight a sun will set. Even that eventuality is in question by scientific predictions in the millennium to come or sooner.

When we hear of new planets emerging within our range of perspective at the edges of our universe, our earth becomes small and insignificant in the vast expanse of “forever,” a place none of us in this lifetime will ever know.

How do we grasp a news report such as this:

“A rocky Earth-sized planet that circles a small, nearby star could be the most important world ever found beyond the solar system, astronomers say.The planet lies in the constellation of Vela in the southern sky and is close enough for telescopes to observe any atmosphere, it has, a procedure that could help spot life on other planets in the future. Named GJ 1132b, the alien world is about 16% larger than Earth, and at 39 light-years distant, is three times closer than any other Earth-sized rocky planet yet found around another star. At that distance, it is hoped that telescopes will be able to make out the chemistry of its atmosphere, the speed of its winds, and the colors of its sunsets.”

Six warthogs, a kudu and Frank came by, gathering around the braai.

As we simpletons scour the world, the earth, enraptured by its endless wonders along the way, we are in awe of earth’s natural evolution leaving some of the most exquisite scenery in its wake. Imagine all the millions of years that no humans were on this earth to even know it was there.

With predictions that human life as we know it, from a scientific perspective, has populated the earth for a mere 200,000 years is a “drop in the bucket” in time, a single grain of sand on a beach.

As the earth has further populated, each one of us has become a grain of sand on another beach of impossible calculations. How many are there now? How many have there been and how many are there yet to come?

A male bushbuck and a male impala. This species often graze together without incident.

And, within our own limited field of vision, we deem ourselves significant and meaningful. Collectively, we matter. Individually, we must seek the power of the masses to hope for change and progression.

It’s easy to hide away in our own self imposed universe, in our geographic sphere, reaching out only to that which is readily available within our grasp. Is it human nature that we tend to cocoon in a limited space and time?

Oh, as I ponder these thoughts, as I write a meaningless timeline of a day in the village as in yesterday’s post, I’m reminded of how infinitesimal our own world becomes coupled with our ambitious desire to see as much as the world as we can as the clock ticks loudly and annoyingly. How much time do we really have to complete this journey?  And what, within this realm, are we really doing?

After finishing the raw scramble eggs Tom placed in this pan, these two were determined to lap up every last drop.

I don’t know the answer to either of these questions which in itself is a further reminder of how little power we each have in this world. The mystery.  Is it wrought from a sense of spirituality or simply hard facts? It remains to be seen in this lifetime.

As we continue to explore the significance of every creature on earth and its interrelated purpose, it’s  easy to assume we humans are at the head of the food chain, and yet, life emerged long before we were here.

The cycle of life and the food chain is magical. Every creature’s design is magical and none of this could happen from an explosion of planets, remnants evolving into planets, remnants evolving into the earth.

Ms. Tortoise made a quick appearance, moving quickly through the bush.

A power, a spirituality beyond our comprehension created this magical life on this planet, and as we travel, we witness the vast array in which each population has formed their own perception of “who” and “what” this may be. They call it religion, faith, and spirituality in a manner they can most easily grasp and incorporate into their beings.

We don’t choose to see ourselves as self-serving individuals lost in a sea of “vacation,” “holiday” and travel options. We see ourselves, all of us, you and us, as on a long journey of personal discovery in pursuit of the answers to our own relevant questions, whether we travel the world or sit back in an armchair, hoping to find answers, if not in this lifetime but perhaps in the next.”

She cracked open the egg by pounding it on the cement, sucking out the contents. Animals using tools, fascinating!

This morning upon arising no less than 10 helmeted guinea-fowl were on the veranda hoping for seeds and once they left, francolins, Frank and The Misses were looking in the glass of the veranda’s sliding door  wondering when we’d be coming out to toss some bird seeds. It took us no time at all.

Life is good. We have WiFi, power, the high today will only be 92F, 33C, as we wait in anticipation of who may come to call in the next 12 hours, as we embrace our surroundings in the bush.

Be well.

Photo from one year ago today, January 30,2020:

Five years ago in 2016, we spent three months in New Plymouth, New Zealand living on an alpaca farm. In the early evening, a group of the babies got together to play, running through the paddock, making us laugh over their playful antics. For the year-ago post, please click here.

Pig on the porch!!!..Pig in a pond!!!…Package problem. Persistence paid…

If you look carefully, you can see Little Wart Face running from the veranda.  It was raining and he climbed the slippery steps to see if we’d come outside and give him some pellets.  Of course, the minute I stepped outside to take the photo, he ran down the steps, sliding all the way down.

“Sighting of the Day in the Bush”

Mr. Bushbuck’s injured leg seems to be healing.  He could barely walk a few weeks ago but is limping now.  He certainly doesn’t look as if he’s been starving.  When an animal is injured us residents of Marloth Park tend to feed the injured animal extra food to aid in their recovery.

On May 28, 2018, we order a box of supplies to be shipped to us in Marloth Park.  We’d expected it to take a few months, not four months after all was said and done.

We had lots of muddy pig footprints on the veranda after he left.  We didn’t scold him for coming up.  We were laughing hard.

There was no less than ZAR 17731 (US $1200) in supplies in that box and based on poor postal service in South Africa there wasn’t insurance available as is the case in many countries when packages are sent through the postal service.

He considered coming back up onto the porch (veranda) after we placed a few pellets as shown but after his slippery descent, he was scared to death.

The cost to ship the package from the US to Marloth Park via (USPS) postal service was ZAR 2660 (US $180).  Had we used UPS, Fed EX or DHL, the cost jumped to ZAR 7092 (US $480).  At the time, we didn’t want to spend so much for the shipping.  Lesson learned.

Here it is folks…we’re saying this out loud for the world to see…we will never send another package of supplies from the US unless we can use UPS, Fed EX or DHL for fast delivery and insurance.  The aggravation over these past months wasn’t worth it.

At first, we spotted Medium Wart Face sitting in the cement pond.  By the time I grabbed the camera, he’d already begun to climb out.

According to tracking information, the package arrived in Johanessburg where it went through customs and was released for transport on June 6th, exactly four months go today.

He managed to climb out OK, shook off and came up to the veranda to ask for more pellets.

What transpired from there was a comedy of errors.  First, there was a strike in June and all packages that had arrived in Johannesburg and were sent to Pretoria for processing came to a standstill.

After dozens of phone calls made by Louise and us, we discovered the box was sitting in a shipping container in Pretoria with thousands of other undelivered packages.  Everything was at a standstill even after the strike ended in June.

Four Girls and Dad & Son stopped by at the same time.  Overall, they got along fine although the girls rendered a few kicks their way and Dad gently prodded with his horns.

After writing a highly assertive letter to several postal service officials about a week ago and ultimately connecting with a top official who responded to my assertive letter, a kindly official went into action demanding staff find the box in its specific container and get it to us.

Zebras have such interesting markings such as this black and white circle on her back.

This morning we met our kindly contact person at Marloth Park’s Gate 2 who handed over the package.  We paid the customs fees of ZAR 385 (US $26) along with a hefty “token of appreciation” which may have been instrumental in expediting of the situation. 

Regardless of the circumstances and the costs, we’re relieved to have the package.  Everything inside the box was intact as we’d expected.  We met the helpful driver/postal service employee at the gate and brought the package back to the house.  

As soon as the pellets and veg start thinning out, they start staring at us, asking for more.

There was even a long expired credit card (April 2018) in the box and our new health insurance cards from Healthcare International.  I’d forgotten I had ordered a ton of my favorite tee-shirts I so desperately needed when all that I currently own have holes in them.  

Even Little Miss Bushbuck has learned to use those soulful dark eyes to let us know she wants more.

There were so many items in the box we needed and we’re thrilled to have it all unpacked and put away.  We won’t be purchasing any more supplies until we arrive in the US in five months, where we’ll replenish anything we may need.

As for today’s photos, we realized we planned not to spend a lot of time on warthogs, my favorite animals in the wild.  However, from time to time these very funny characters are definitely worthy of posting photos and sharing stories.  Bear with us as we laugh out loud over recent antics in the garden.  

Although not all are shown in this photo, we had six bushbucks in the garden simultaneously, a record for us.

Tonight we’re off to Jabula for socialization and great food.  Tomorrow, we’ll be back with plenty more.

Enjoy the day, the evening and a good night’s rest.


Photo from one year ago today, October 6, 2017:

View from the veranda during the tropical depression in Costa Rica.  The clouds were so low they were ground level in the valley.  For more photos, please click here.