Happy Father’s Day to all the dads worldwide!…

Posted by worldwide-admin on June 21, 2026 with 0 Comment

We wish all the dads in the world, including Tom and our two sons, TJ and Greg, the very best Father’s Day ever. Days like this always bring a sense of reflection for me, thinking about the many years of parenting, the laughter, the challenges, and the quiet moments that often meant the most. Being here in Marloth Park only adds to that feeling, surrounded by nature and a slower pace that makes it easier to appreciate what truly matters.

Dad and son wildebeests, eating lucerne.

This morning at 11:45, Louise and Danie are picking us up for a celebratory lunch buffet at Ngwenya. We are celebrating their two birthdays, which are three days apart, next week. It will be the first time the four of us have been together since we arrived in Marloth Park ten days ago. It feels surprising how quickly time has passed, yet how full these days have been.

With the recent holiday bringing an influx of tourists into the park, Louise and Danie have been incredibly busy at the Marloth Park Information Center, which they own. Every time we have spoken, they have sounded both energized and exhausted, a combination that comes from doing something you love while managing constant demands. It will be such a pleasure to sit down together, relax, and catch up properly after we’ve been away for nine months. There is always something comforting about reconnecting with friends who feel like family, especially in a place that already feels like home to us.

On another note, the lucerne we had delivered yesterday morning is now completely gone. Gone in a way that still amazes us, even after all these years. This morning, Tom checked the trail camera and found over 600 photos taken overnight. One after another, animals came and went, helping themselves to every last bit. It is always such a joy to see how much they enjoy it, and how naturally they return when they know food is available.

Now that it is Sunday and the weekend tourist traffic is beginning to slow down, we expect to see more animals during the week. There is a noticeable difference once the park quiets down. The animals seem more relaxed, more willing to wander through, and more inclined to linger.

However, school holidays are just around the corner, beginning on June 26 and continuing through July 20. During this time, many visitors from Johannesburg and other cities will arrive with their families for extended stays. It is a lively and festive period, but it also means we tend to see fewer animals. With more activity, more vehicles, and more people moving about, the wildlife often retreats to quieter areas.

It is also during this busy period that we are less likely to attempt entering Kruger National Park. Reservations become essential, and availability is limited. We have learned over time that it is better to adjust our expectations and enjoy what is right here in front of us.

We are hopeful that with our planned lucerne deliveries each Saturday morning, we will continue to have a steady stream of wildlife visitors on the weekends. Even so, there is always the challenge of tourists feeding the animals unsuitable food. Chips, pasta, bread, and sweets may seem like treats, but they can be harmful to the animals’ digestive systems. Naturally, the animals are drawn to these foods, which sometimes pulls them away from healthier options such as pellets and lucerne.

This quieter time for us may turn out to be a gift in another way. With fewer animals coming through during the busy holiday weeks, I will have more time to focus on building our newly designed website. It feels like the right moment to dedicate energy to this project, especially knowing how important it is for the future.

If you have not yet read yesterday’s post explaining why we must redesign our site, we encourage you to do so. Please click here. It is a necessary step forward, even if it comes with its share of challenges. Plus, it will give me great peace of mind to have this accomplished, especially since it’s been on my mind for many months.

Enjoy a pleasant day, celebrating dads.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, June 21, 2016:

Ketut, in Bali, purchased these raw peanuts, which would need to be roasted before consumption. For more photos, please click here.

Upcoming changes to our site…

Posted by worldwide-admin on June 20, 2026 with 0 Comment

A hornbill was attempting to get my attention while I made my coffee.

I waited long enough to change the look of our site. For years, it felt comfortable and familiar, like a well-worn chair that still served its purpose. But as time passed, what once worked seamlessly began to show its age. Apparently, the design is now considered outdated, which makes sense, given that it has been in place for over fourteen years. Technology does not stand still, and neither does the framework that supports a website. As a result, critical security updates from WordPress can no longer be implemented on our current version.

Hornbill in a tree after eating birdseed from the feeder.

That reality was not easy to accept. The thought of something we have built and nurtured for so long becoming vulnerable is unsettling. Even more concerning is the possibility that failing to update the site could result in a complete crash, one we might not be able to recover from. That alone made the decision for us. It was time.

At the moment, our new web developer, who came on board about six months ago, is hard at work creating a fresh look for the site. He is developing several options, each incorporating design elements that better reflect what we want going forward. This is not simply about making things look modern. It is about ensuring longevity, security, and a smoother experience for everyone who visits.

I will be involved with him every step of the way. That part is important to me. Over the years, our readers have come to expect certain features and a certain ease of navigation on the site. Those details matter. They are part of what has made this space feel consistent and welcoming. My goal is to ensure that everything you have come to rely on remains, in one way or another, even as the overall look evolves.

Hornbills are omnivores. They eat meat, seeds, and vegetation.

This process will not happen overnight. In fact, it will be quite painstaking and will likely unfold over the next thirty days. There will be many decisions to make, revisions to review, and small details to consider. It is a bit like renovating a home while still living in it. Care must be taken not to disrupt what already works while improving what no longer does.

During this time, there may be a few days when the site is temporarily unavailable. If that happens, it will not be for long. We will do everything possible to minimize any disruption. Most importantly, we will keep you informed. Whenever we anticipate downtime, we will notify our readers in advance so you are not left wondering what is going on.

Once we go live with the new design, the work will not be finished. There will be background adjustments as we fine-tune various elements. The goal is that you will not even notice these changes taking place. From your perspective, everything should feel smooth and familiar.

Mongooses were gathering while awaiting some paloney.

What matters most is that viewing new posts will remain as simple as it has always been. If you are a subscriber, you will continue to receive daily posts just as you have in the past. That consistency is something we deeply value and have no intention of changing.

Thank you, truly, for your patience as we move through this transition. It means more than I can say that you continue to be part of this journey with us. We are looking forward to what comes next and to continuing to share our lives and experiences with you for many years to come.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago, June 20, 2016:

Sunset view and reflection of our holiday home in Bali, showing the infinity pool. For more photos, please click here.

Special morning at the Imbewe Spa in Marloth Park…

Posted by worldwide-admin on June 19, 2026 with 0 Comment

It’s delightful when the giraffes come to call.

There has never been a time in my life when I have particularly cared about getting manicures and pedicures. I was always content taking care of my own fingernails and toenails, doing so at my convenience, in my own space, without the need to schedule an appointment or sit in a salon chair. Back in the 1970s, when acrylic nails became all the rage, I did join the trend and treated myself to a monthly manicure. It felt like a small indulgence at the time, something fun and social, but even then, pedicures never quite appealed to me.

The vegetation is so dense that, at times, it’s hard to capture a good photo.

Part of it was simple practicality. My feet are incredibly ticklish, and the idea of someone working on them while I tried to sit still always made me uneasy. Over the years, I also couldn’t justify the cost. It seemed unnecessary to spend money on something I could easily manage myself at home. For decades, that mindset worked just fine.

As the years passed, however, I began to notice that what had once been easy was no longer quite so simple. Bending, reaching, and maintaining the same level of care took more effort than it used to. At the same time, I became more aware of how important proper foot care is as we age. It is not just about appearance. It is about comfort, mobility, and overall health.

Several years ago, our friend Louise mentioned Imbewu Spa here in Marloth Park. They offer a range of spa services, including facials, massages, and more. At the time, I was curious but still somewhat hesitant. Eventually, I decided to make an appointment for a pedicure, thinking I would at least give it a try. That decision turned out to be one of those small but meaningful changes that improve everyday life.

That is when I met Patience. From the moment I walked into the quaint and charming spa, I felt at ease. Patience has a warm, gentle nature that immediately puts me at ease. My first pedicure with her completely changed my perspective. Not only did my feet feel better than they had in years, but the experience itself was enjoyable in a way I had never expected.

Since then, it has become a monthly ritual. I look forward to having my toenails polished and my feet properly cared for, but just as much, I look forward to the time spent chatting and laughing with Patience. It has become more than a service. It is a connection, a moment of shared stories and easy conversation that adds a special layer to the experience.

In the United States, when I have truly needed a pedicure, the cost has ranged from US $65 to US $85. Each time, I found myself hesitating, weighing the expense against the need. Occasionally, I would go ahead and do it, but it never felt quite the same. Here, with Patience, the cost is so reasonable, and the value goes far beyond the price. At Zar 300, US $18.21, it feels like a gift I can give myself without a second thought.

This morning at 10:00, I had my first pedicure with Patience since we returned to Marloth Park eight days ago. Sitting there once again, I was reminded of how much I had missed it. It felt familiar, comforting, and quietly restorative.

Back at the house, I found myself looking forward to two simple things. The first was getting today’s post uploaded, settling into the familiar pace of writing again. The second was returning to my exercises, which I only resumed this week, now that the coughing has subsided and the sinus infection has finally cleared.

There is something deeply satisfying about feeling healthy again. It allows me to fully appreciate this life we are living here in the bush. Each day offers its own small joys, from the quiet mornings to the familiar routines that ground me. As I sat there reflecting, I realized just how many reasons I have to be grateful. There are so many that I could never possibly count them all, including these special times with Patience at Imbewe Spa.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, June 19, 2016:

Colorful fishing boat in Bali, with the crew at the end of a long night. For more photos, please click here.

Shocking meat prices in South Africa…

Posted by worldwide-admin on June 18, 2026 with 2 Comments

This was the meat we picked up at the Wild Butchery at the Bush Centre only 2.3 km, 1.4 miles, from our bush house. We purchase all of our meat there.

After spending weeks in Minnesota in the United States, and before that in Tasmania and New Zealand, we found ourselves once again standing at a familiar counter this morning, smiling in disbelief at what we were about to pay. It felt almost surreal after the past few months of watching grocery totals climb higher and higher, especially when it came to meat, which is such a central part of our diet.

We headed out early to the Wild Butchery, knowing Alta, the owner, had set something special aside for us. She had thoughtfully sourced a beautiful beef tenderloin from her supplier, and when she brought it out, we could hardly believe the price. For a full kilogram, which is about 2.2 pounds, we paid Zar 288, the equivalent of only US $17.53. That comes to roughly eight dollars per pound. I actually paused for a moment, doing the math again in my head, just to be sure we were seeing it correctly.

Not long ago, while shopping at Costco in the US, we stood in front of the meat case and stared at beef tenderloin priced at US $22 per pound. That is Zar 361.30 per pound. The difference is staggering when you put it side by side like that. We had assumed, perhaps naively, that prices in South Africa would have climbed just as dramatically over the past nine months. But standing there today, it was clear that, at least for now, they have remained relatively unchanged.

We also picked up two sirloin steaks, each weighing about half a kilogram. For the slightly larger one, we paid Zar 94.35, which is about US $5.74, and even less for the smaller cut. It almost feels like we are getting away with something when we compare these prices to what we have been seeing elsewhere in the world.

Moments like this remind us why we love being here so much. Our way of eating, which leans heavily toward keto and carnivore, can become quite expensive depending on where we are. In some places, it requires constant adjustments and compromises. Here, it simply fits. We can enjoy the foods that make us feel our best without constantly worrying about the impact on our monthly budget.

Of course, we still enjoy dining out, and we do so often. On average, we go out at least three times a week. Even then, the cost remains reasonable. A typical meal for both of us, including drinks, tax, and tips, comes to around US $50, or Zar 822. It allows us to balance cooking at home with enjoying the social side of being here.

Yesterday, added another layer to our routine. We stopped by Daisy’s Den to arrange for a weekly bale of lucerne (alfalfa) for the animals. Every Saturday morning, it will be delivered, and we hope it will bring more visitors to our garden during busy weekends when tourists are in the area. The cost for the delivered lucerne is Zar 230, or US $14.18, which is noticeably less than the Zar 350, US $21.28 we pay for each delivered bag of pellets. The lucerne will easily replace at least one bag each week, and those small savings add up over time.

As nomads, we have learned to pay attention to these details. Every choice, every adjustment, contributes to the bigger picture. Being able to return to a place where life feels both abundant and manageable is something we never take for granted. It allows us to continue this lifestyle we love, moving through the world while still saving money on our unusual lifestyle.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, June 18, 2016:

Yes, I ate this entire plate of spicy Balinese chicken, atop a bed of stir-fried vegetables, along with a salad. This is one of our favorite meals. Yes, this is an entirely sugar-free, grain-free, starch-free, gluten-free meal with under 10 grams of carbs (all from vegetables). For more photos, please click here.

Lots of warm greetings at Quiz Nights…

Posted by worldwide-admin on June 17, 2026 with 0 Comment

Last night we arrived at Giraffe Pub and Grill with plenty of time to settle in before Quiz Night began at 6:30 pm. The atmosphere was relaxed and welcoming, with a mix of locals and familiar faces, many of whom came over to warmly greet us as we sat at the bar. We commiserated with the locals, and after perusing the menu for a few minutes, we placed our orders and headed to the outdoor area to find our new game table as we waited for our food.

This baby zebra may have been born in the past few weeks.

Tom chose the chicken schnitzel, which came with creamed spinach and a generous serving of chips (fries). It was a hearty meal and exactly what he was in the mood for. I decided on a green salad with a double portion of grilled chicken on top. Instead of traditional dressing, I used sour cream, which worked surprisingly well and kept everything aligned with how we prefer to eat. Both meals were fresh, flavorful, and satisfying without feeling overly heavy.

Throughout the evening, I sipped on two glasses of ultra-light white wine, while Tom enjoyed a few Lion beers. It felt like a simple treat after a full day, and we were both relaxed and ready for the quiz to begin.

We joined a team called The Bush Babies, a fun group with a good sense of humor and just the right amount of competitive spirit. Neither of us knew what to expect from our new team, but it didn’t take long for us to be fully engaged with our three new teammates. The questions ranged from easy to surprisingly challenging, covering everything from general knowledge to more obscure topics. There was plenty of laughter at our table, especially when we second-guessed answers or realized we should have trusted our first instinct.

By the end of the night, we didn’t win, but we came in fourth place, which felt like a small victory considering it was our first time playing with this group. More than anything, it was about the experience and the chance to connect with others in such an easygoing setting.

When the bill came, it was another reminder of how affordable many things still are here. Our dinner and drinks came to Zar 562.69, which is about US 34.72, including tax and tip. The quiz entry fee was Zar 30 per person, US 1.85 each. Altogether, the evening cost us US$38.42, or ZAR 622.69. Even with inflation affecting prices here as it has in so many parts of the world, it remains noticeably less expensive than what we’ve experienced elsewhere.

Today we’re heading into Komatipoort to run a few errands and make several stops at local shops. After that, Tom plans to take the rental car to a nearby body shop. On our drive here along the N4, a piece of sugar cane fell from an overloaded truck and struck the hood of the car. It startled us at the time, but thankfully, there was no serious damage. It will be far less expensive to have it repaired locally than to deal with the rental company later.

Later this afternoon, we’re looking forward to a quiet evening back at the house. This morning, we prepared one of our favorite meals, a keto hamburger mushroom scramble. We made a large batch, enough for the next two nights, plus an extra portion that we froze for another time. Having meals ready like this makes a big difference. It allows us to spend more time enjoying the bush and less time in the kitchen, which is exactly how we like it.

We’ll be back tomorrow with more new photos and whatever the next day brings.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, June 17, 2016:

On November 13, 2012, while we were staying in Scottsdale, Arizona, and preparing “paperwork” for our travels, we saw this stone sign in Old Town on a walk. It read: “I have found that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them” by Mark Twain. Fortunately, we continue to like one another after many years on the move. For more photos, please click here.

An unexpected evening out with friends…

Posted by worldwide-admin on June 16, 2026 with 0 Comment

We were thrilled to see a few zebras stop by.

Yesterday afternoon, Leon from Jabula called to say he had someone standing right beside him at the restaurant that we would definitely want to talk to. The moment he said their names, I smiled. It was our dear South African friends, Carol and Colin, whom we have come to know and love over our time here in Marloth Park.

They have a beautiful home overlooking the Crocodile River, one of those settings that never gets old, no matter how many times you visit. We have shared lovely evenings with them over the years, whether at their home, at various restaurants, or around our own table. They divide their time between here and their other home in Knyana, and every visit feels like picking up right where we left off.

We’ve yet to see the huge bands of mongooses. But surely, they will one day soon.

Carol explained that they were having dinner at Jabula at 5:00 pm with 10 members of their family and asked if we would like to join them. Of course, we said yes without hesitation. It did not matter that we had already dined at Jabula on both Friday and Saturday nights. There was no way we would pass up the opportunity to spend time with them and meet more of their family.

At 5:00 pm, we arrived at Jabula and joined them at a large table set for fourteen in the VIP area. It is a comfortable space for larger groups, and the table quickly filled with conversation and laughter. We had already met a few of their family members on previous occasions, which made it easy to settle in. The rest of the group welcomed us just as warmly, and before long, it felt as though we had known everyone for years.

Of course, we tossed some pellets their way.

Dinner was delightful in every way. Good food always tastes better when shared with kind and interesting people, and this was no exception. Stories were exchanged, introductions made, and there was that easy sense of connection that seems to happen so naturally here.

Since they were all leaving early this morning, the evening ended fairly early. After dinner, they said their goodbyes and headed off, while we made our way to the bar. We were thrilled to run into the lively group of four we had spent time with on Saturday night, and sure enough, they were there, along with several familiar local faces we have come to recognize over the years.

Once again, the conversations were animated and engaging. There is something about these evenings that feels both energizing and comforting. We laughed, shared stories, and appreciated the simple joy of being surrounded by such a mix of people, all brought together in this unique place.

By the time we returned home, it was 9:30, and we both felt that contented kind of tired that comes from a full and happy evening.

Tonight, we are heading to Giraffe Pub and Grill for dinner and Quiz Night. It is always fun to see our friends who gather for this weekly event. There is a playful energy to it, with plenty of laughs along the way, and we are looking forward to another enjoyable evening.

This morning has been quiet and productive. We are catching up on laundry and hoping the sun will stay out long enough to dry everything before we head out later this afternoon. It is one of those ordinary tasks that somehow feels different here, perhaps because everything is set against the backdrop of this remarkable place.

All is good. We are having a spectacular time, just as we always do when we are here. There is a deep sense of ease and gratitude that settles in, reminding us again why we continue to return.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, June 16, 2016:

We’re in awe of the ornate detail in the Hindu statues in Bali. For more photos, please click here.

Rough driving on the dirt roads to the river…

Posted by worldwide-admin on June 15, 2026 with 0 Comment

Three starings on a log railing at “Two Trees,” river viewing area.

Yesterday afternoon, we climbed into the little car, still coated in a fine layer of bush dust from our earlier outings, and made our way along the uneven, rutted roads that have always felt like part of the experience here. There is something familiar about the slow pace required to navigate these roads, as if the land itself is gently reminding us to take our time and pay attention. But this time, the roads told a slightly different story. During the nine months we were away, Marloth Park endured severe flooding, the kind that reshapes the landscape in undeniable ways. Many of the dirt roads we once drove without a second thought now bear the scars of rushing water, carved out and shifted, forcing detours and patience.

Southern white-crowned shrikes, mating pair as seen at Two Trees.

There is only one tarred road running through the residential area, Olifants Drive, a stretch that feels almost out of place in a setting that prides itself on remaining as natural as possible. The rest, nearly one hundred kilometers of gravel and sand, has always been intentionally left untouched. It is part of what makes this place what it is. Still, as we turned off toward the river, we found ourselves rerouted, adjusting our expectations as we followed a new path to reach Seekoei Road.

A hippo was resting on a sandbar in the Crocodile River.

The drive itself was worth every bump and turn. As we approached the Crocodile River, that sense of anticipation settled in, the feeling that something remarkable could appear at any moment. We made our way to Two Trees, one of those simple yet magical spots that seems to hold its own energy. The landscape opened up before us, the river stretching wide, the opposite bank close enough to study yet far enough to maintain a sense of mystery.

This hibernating tree frog is sleeping on the inside edge of the outdoor refrigerator. We checked to confirm it was alive, and it was. We left it alone.

We sat there for a while, saying very little, taking it all in. A few animals moved along the riverbank in the distance, and birds called out in a way that felt both familiar and welcoming. This place has not changed in its essence, even after the floods, even after our long absence. If anything, it felt as though it had simply continued, waiting patiently for us to return.

Later that evening, back at the house, we prepared a simple dinner, nothing elaborate, just something comforting after the day’s outing. We carried our plates out to the big table on the veranda, a space that has always been our favorite place to be. As the light began to fade, the bush came alive. One by one, our regular visitors appeared, some cautiously approaching, others more confident, as if they remembered us just as clearly as we remembered them.

We paused often between bites, watching them, smiling at their persistence and their curiosity. It felt grounding, this simple act of sharing space with the animals, of being present without expectation. After so much time spent traveling and the recent challenge of recovering from pneumonia, this moment felt like a deep exhale.

Big Daddy stopped by at night, as picked up by the trail cam.

Now, with everything unpacked and put away, there is a sense of order that brings its own kind of peace. We no longer feel like we are in transition. Instead, we are settled, anchored in this place that continues to give us so much. As we move through these days, still regaining our strength, we are reminded that healing need not be rushed. Here, it unfolds naturally, just like everything else.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, June 15, 2016:

Late yesterday afternoon, during an unusually heavy rainstorm, I went out to the garage freezer to get some ice. I saw this long, black thing, called an omangomang in Balinese, moving along the garage floor. I called out to Tom to see it. He grabbed the camera and came running. Creepy. Was that an eye looking out at us? For more photos, please click here.

Quiet in the bush on the weekends…”Oh, what a night” at Jabula!…We couldn’t have had more fun!…

Posted by worldwide-admin on June 14, 2026 with 4 Comments

As we have mentioned many times over the years, fewer animals come to our holiday home on weekends. It has become a familiar pattern, one we have come to expect rather than question. There are two primary reasons for this, both of which make perfect sense when we pause to consider the bigger picture.

First, there is a noticeable increase in activity throughout Marloth Park. By the time Friday arrives, the quiet roads begin to fill with vehicles as tourists pour in for a few days of escape. With them comes an energy shift. What is typically a calm and predictable environment during the week becomes busier, louder, and far less predictable. It is easy to imagine how this might feel to the wildlife. The animals, so attuned to subtle changes in their surroundings, seem to retreat, choosing caution over curiosity.

The second reason is something we have witnessed time and time again. Many visitors feed the animals, often offering foods that are not suitable for them. While this is usually done with good intentions, it creates a different kind of draw. The animals begin to associate certain homes with easy and abundant food sources. Given the choice, they will often return to those places rather than seek out the familiar pellets we provide.

We cannot blame them. It truly is the nature of the beast, no pun intended.

This morning, as we sit on the veranda hoping to capture a few photos to share, the absence is unmistakable. The bush stretches out before us, quiet and still, with no sign of our usual visitors. No warthogs wander by, no kudu linger in the distance. Only the occasional gecko breaks the stillness, slipping across the floor in a quick and effortless motion.

Even so, there is comfort in knowing this is temporary. Tomorrow is another day. Once Monday arrives and the weekend visitors begin their journeys home, the environment shifts once again. Slowly, almost cautiously, the animals begin to filter back into our surroundings. It often feels as though they are checking to see if things have settled, if the familiar calm has returned. When they realize it has, they stay, moving through the bush with a sense of ease that feels reassuring to witness.

Over the months we will be in the bush. Chewy will spend a lot of time with us.

They always seem happy to see us, or at least willing to return to a place where they can count on a bit of sustenance. The pellets we offer are a small but consistent part of their diet, especially now. The bush may appear lush and green after months of generous rain, but appearances can be deceiving. Much of the vegetation they rely on has already been grazed down. What looks abundant is often depleted, leaving them with fewer options than one might expect at first glance.

On another note, last night at Jabula turned into one of those unexpectedly memorable evenings. Every seat at the bar was taken, and before long, we found ourselves chatting with a group of four: a father, his two beautiful adult daughters, and one daughter’s fiancé. The conversation began in the easy, familiar way these encounters often do. We shared where we were from, snippets of our travels, and the kind of lighthearted stories that fill the early part of an evening.

It’s always amazing to see how the wildlife keep themselves clean from constant grooming.

As time passed, the conversation deepened in a way that felt natural and unforced. Dawn and Leon joined in, and soon the seven of us were completely engaged, laughing, sharing, and enjoying one another’s company. When the music grew louder and the drinks flowed a little more freely, the atmosphere shifted into something that felt reminiscent of a place where everyone belongs. It had that welcoming, connected feeling that is hard to describe but easy to recognize.

We typically head home by 8:00 in the evening, but last night was different. We stayed until after 10:00, reluctant to leave such an enjoyable experience.

Back at the house, we settled into bed, thinking we might stream a few shows before falling asleep. Instead, we found ourselves drifting in and out, the long day catching up with us. Eventually, we gave in, closed the laptop, turned off the light, and let sleep take over.

Chewy is so content here that he allows himself to drift off.

I ended up sleeping longer than Tom. He was up and moving by 5:30 this morning, while I lingered in bed for a few extra hours, savoring the quiet start to the day.

Tonight, we will dine in, enjoying a meal on the veranda. As the weekend comes to a close and the tourists begin to leave, we hold onto the hope that a few of our wildlife friends might stop by. If not tonight, then tomorrow.

Either way, life is good, and we are content.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, June 14, 2016:

In Bali, Tom took this extraordinary photo of a praying mantis on the edge of the infinity pool. For more photos, please click here.

Quiet contemplation of my version of paradise…

Posted by worldwide-admin on June 13, 2026 with 2 Comments

I can’t explain how many times yesterday I said, I am so happy here. It seemed to spill out of me without effort, as natural as breathing, as if something deep inside had been waiting for this exact moment to finally speak. Even through the fog of exhaustion from the long journey, that feeling never wavered. If anything, it grew stronger as the hours passed, gently reminding me why we travel such great distances to return to this place.

Yesterday afternoon, I finally surrendered to the fatigue that had been lingering since our arrival. I stretched out for what I assumed would be a short rest, only to awaken two and a half hours later. I can’t remember the last time I napped that long. I have never been much of a napper, often feeling restless or guilty for taking time to sleep during the day. But this time was different. My body clearly needed it, and when I opened my eyes, I felt renewed in a way that only deep, uninterrupted sleep can provide.

This morning, that same sense of restoration remains. I truly believe sleep is the magic elixir that helps soften the edges of jet lag. Just two days after arriving, and after taking my last antibiotic last night, I feel fantastic. It is almost as if my body and mind have mutually agreed that it is time to be fully present here, to let go of the strain of travel and simply exist in this beautiful place.

This typical pose means, “I’d like some pellets.”

At only 7:00 this morning, I was already showered and dressed, and shortly later, I was seated at the table on the veranda. The air is cool and gentle, the kind of morning that feels like a gift. Tom was up early at 5:30, but he has since gone back to bed, hoping to catch a few more hours of sleep before we head to Komatipoort to grocery shop. He is a bit behind me in recovering from the illness and the long journey. I can see it in his eyes, that lingering tiredness that refuses to let go just yet. Even so, I know he will get there. This place has a way of healing, both quietly and steadily.

His fatigue didn’t stop us from going to Jabula last night. We decided to surprise Dawn and Leon, knowing they were not expecting us for a few more months. The look on their faces when they saw us walk in was something I will not soon forget. Their hugs were warm and genuine, filled with a sense of connection that time and distance never seem to diminish.

Many wild animals drink the pool water, which is safe for them because it has minimal chlorine.

As the evening unfolded, more familiar faces arrived. One by one, locals we have come to know over the years greeted us with the same heartfelt enthusiasm. There is something so comforting about being welcomed back in this way, as if no time has passed at all. The conversations were lively and animated, filled with laughter, stories, and that easy camaraderie that comes from shared experiences in this unique place.

The food, as always, was delicious, and the ambiance could not have felt more inviting. There is a certain energy there that feels deeply rooted in Africa, something authentic and unpretentious that draws people together. We arrived at 5:00 in the evening and, as is our habit, left around 8:00, our bellies full and our hearts even fuller.

Mongooses and other animals drink from the fountain, which we keep filled with fresh water.

And now, this morning, I sit alone in the quiet, taking it all in. The weather is perfect, cool, dry, and bright with sunshine. There is a stillness here that invites reflection, a gentle reminder to slow down and simply be. I find myself immersed in a quiet contemplation of what feels like my version of paradise.

After the challenges of illness and the long journey to get here, this moment feels especially meaningful. There is a sense of healing that goes beyond the physical, something deeper that touches the soul. I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude, not only for being here, but for the ability to fully appreciate it.

Tom’s ribs, chips, and green bean mash were last night’s dinner at Jabula.

In this peaceful setting, with nothing more than the sounds of nature and animals rustling among the vegetation surrounding me, I am reminded once again why we come back. It is not just the place itself, but the feeling it evokes. A sense of peace, of belonging, and of joy that is difficult to put into words, yet impossible not to feel.

Thanks to all our readers worldwide for standing by us as we navigated some challenging times and for being here with us now. We feel your presence every step of the way.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, June 13, 2016:

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We have arrived…Loving life in the bush once again!!!…

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It’s delightful to see some of the same wildlife we’ve come to know over the years we’ve been coming to Marloth Park.

It was a long two travel days, the kind that seem to stretch beyond the limits of time and patience, where hours blur together, and your body forgets what time zone it belongs to. We left Eden Prairie at 1:00 pm on Tuesday, carrying with us not only our bags but that familiar mix of anticipation and fatigue that always seems to come with these big transitions. By the time we arrived in Marloth Park on Thursday at 10:30 am, we had been in motion, waiting, sitting, standing, and navigating for a total of 32.5 hours. That number hardly seems real when I write it, but our bodies certainly felt every bit of it.

There is a seven-hour time difference, and when you add in the seven hours we spent at the hotel in Johannesburg, it becomes clear why everything felt just a little off balance. Still, despite the exhaustion, we are deeply grateful to have arrived safely. That sense of gratitude always settles in quickly, overriding the discomfort of travel and reminding us why we do this again and again.

Yesterday morning brought a small hiccup when our flight from Johannesburg to Nelspruit was delayed due to fog. We have come to expect these little pauses in Africa, where nature still has the final say. The delay, thankfully, was only about 30 minutes, just enough time to shift our expectations without derailing the day. As the fog began to lift, so did that tension that builds when you are so close to your final destination.

Tom did not sleep much at the hotel, which is not surprising given how his mind tends to stay alert in unfamiliar places. I managed to get a solid four hours, which felt like a gift under the circumstances. By the time we arrived in Marloth Park, we were both running on fumes. Tom took a short nap, surrendering to exhaustion, while I did what I often do in these moments: I began unpacking. Something is grounding about putting things in their place, about turning a temporary space into something that feels like home.

This young warthog stopped by shortly after we arrived.

As of 9:00 am today, we are completely unpacked. I still can’t quite believe we got it all done so quickly. Suitcases are empty, clothes are in drawers, and the familiar comfort of our surroundings has returned. Of course, now comes the mountain of laundry that follows every long journey, along with a trip to Komatipoort for the rest of our shopping. It is all part of settling in, part of reestablishing our life here.

Once Tom woke from his nap, we headed out to Daisy’s Den to pick up pellets and birdseed, small but meaningful rituals that mark our return. From there, we stopped at the meat market and the local Spar Market. Walking in and seeing familiar faces was one of the best parts of the day. There is something so heartwarming about being recognized, about receiving hugs and warm greetings that remind us we are not just visitors here. We are part of this community, even if only for part of our travels.

We had briefly considered going out for dinner last night, but that idea quickly faded as the day caught up with us. Instead, we found a cooked chicken at the market, along with rice for Tom and eggs for me, and made our way back to the house. It turned into a simple, comforting meal, the kind that feels just right after such a long journey. It was too cold to eat outside, so we sat at the dining room table, wrapped in that contentment that comes from being exactly where you want to be.

It was fun to see Ms. Bushbuck visit once again, among manymotherbushbucks who stop by.

After dinner and a much-needed shower, we tried to watch a few shows, hoping it would help us stay awake until a reasonable hour. But sleep kept finding us, pulling us under in short bursts as we drifted in and out. Our goal had been to make it to 10:00 pm, but even that felt ambitious. After dozing on and off, we finally turned off the light around midnight.

I slept straight through until 7:00 am, which feels like a small miracle. Tom, on the other hand, has been up since 3:30 am, his internal clock still trying to catch up. He will likely take a nap later, once Vusi is done here, and hopefully tonight will bring him the deep rest he needs to adjust fully.

As for me, I am feeling surprisingly good. The antibiotics seem to have cleared the lingering sinus infection, and although I still have a bit of a cough from the pneumonia, I feel strong and energized. Once again, I have managed to avoid the usual effects of jet lag, which feels like quite a victory.

We laughed when we were served Krispy Kreme donuts of the Airlink flight which was only 35 minutes long.Tom ate his and mine.

Tonight, we plan to go to Jabula for dinner. We have not told Dawn and Leon that we will be there. We always enjoy surprising them, walking in and seeing their faces light up. It is one of those simple joys that never gets old.

Life feels full in this moment. Louise and Danie are as wonderful and thoughtful as ever. We are back in the bush, surrounded by the beauty of this place and the comfort of both our animal and human friends. There is a deep sense of contentment here, one that settles into your bones and reminds you that, despite the long journey, every mile was worth it. We are grateful.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, June 12, 2016:

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