Game count, Marloth Park…My two year “heartaversary”…The beat goes on…Thank goodness…

    Bossy, reaching onto the veranda for pellets I dropped.
Every year the Marloth Park Honorary Rangers conduct a count of all the game in Marloth Park. With 3000 hectares, 7413 acres, this is quite a daunting task for the hard-working Honorary Rangers volunteers. How this is managed is tricky with all the vegetation in which the wildlife can hide.
They’ve broken up the entirety of Marloth Park into sections and the Rangers are assigned sections to conduct the count by vehicle. Of course, this is an estimate and subsequently, they speculate the actual count is approximately 60% of the actual count.
Since we left Marloth Park in May 2019, as mentioned in a prior post,  a number of animals have been “culled” or relocated to other areas, including Lionspruit, a game conservancy within Marloth Park. See the map below:
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Map of Maroth Park, including Lionspruit, where two lions, Fluffy and Dezi reside, along with other wild animals, providing food for them to hunt.

The game count was conducted yesterday as shown in this report below.

“THE GAME COUNT RESULTS – 11 February 2021
These are the results of the game count this morning. Six vehicles and 23 spotters went out at 06.30 this morning. Thanks to everyone that participated. We appreciate your help!
Impala 493
Warthog 95
Wildebeest 12
Kudu 106
Zebra 44
Giraffe 36
Bushbuck 41
Duiker 23
Waterbuck 6
Ostrich 14
Baboon Groups 1
Monkey Groups 6
Mongoose Groups 2
Please keep in mind that this is a road count, which means that roughly only 60% of the game was counted.”
This information, posted by Honorary Ranger, and friend Uschi was all the more special for us when she and her husband Evan, also an Honorary Ranger, stopped by last night for a very pleasant visit. They live within walking distance from us, but drove here based on the fact there may be lions and leopards wandering in the park in the dark.
This was a rare scene, Helmeted Guinea-Fowl and Franks dining on seed together. This was the dad to a mating pair of guinea-fowls, who collected some seeds to bring back to his partner and chicks. These birds aren’t as gregarious as the francolins and seldom get close to humans.
In a perfect world, there would only be enough animals that this 3000 hectares of land and vegetation could sustain. But, a reality of this special area is there are more animals that nature can provide for, resulting in many homeowners and visitors feeding them.
Feeding the wildlife is an accepted practice, although controversial, which includes game pellets, Lucerne (hay), and certain “safe-for-them” vegetables and fruits such as sweet potatoes, bananas, carrots, and apples which many of us purchase to feed them on a regular basis, especially during the “lean times,” during droughts and dry weather when the vegetation they need is less prolific.
Kudu and warthog dining in unison.

What’s the controversy? Many of the homes in Marloth Park are rented at certain points to tourists. Let’s face it, they, like us, come here to interact with the wildlife, generally around food which brings them back to our gardens, over and over again. Some feel that by feeding them, we are preventing them from foraging for their own food sources in the vegetation.

We understand this fully. But, after spending a total of 19 months in Marloth Park, over the years, we have seen starving and malnourished animals. If we can supplement their diet to keep them healthy, it is nearly impossible for us animal lovers to resist.

Reaching for a morsel in a tree.

Another question that arises, is, what happens when tourists or homeowners leave the property, the animals return and no one is there any longer to feed them? We worried about this very fact when we left the Orange house in 2019 after 15 months of feeding the wildlife. But, these marvelous creatures aren’t dumb, by any means, and they’ll seek out other tourists and homeowners for food, as well as continuing to forage.

Few of the animals in Marloth Park are carnivores or omnivores and hunt other wildlife for food. An example of this is the mongoose, who will kill and eat snakes when they are resistant to the venom, Ironically, on February 22, 2018, we did a story about carnivores, omnivores, and herbivores found in Marloth Park. Please click this link for details. Also, it’s imperative NOT to feed the animals “people food.” They are unable to digest food other than the pellets and appropriate vegetation, and offering them the equivalent of “junk food” can make them sick or even kill them.

Such an adorable female kudu.

It rained in buckets last night and continues to rain today. Storms are brewing in the Indian Ocean and heading this way. Our garden is a muddy mess. We doubt we’ll see much wildlife until this passes. In the meantime, Tom is outside on the veranda and I am indoors in the bedroom, staying cool and comfortable until this bad weather passes.

It was two years ago today that I had open-heart surgery here in Nelspruit, South Africa. Although I still bear some of the lingering effects of this life-changing, life-saving surgery, I am grateful for the medical care I received in helping me come out on the other side. And, of course, I am grateful to my husband Tom, who provided the best possible care, love, and attention possible, along with our many friends in Marloth Park.

Another adorable face, that of a male impala. These animals rarely come close to humans, so we were pleasantly surprised to see him in the garden.

Have a great day! Stay safe, wear a mask, wash your hands, and social distance. Let’s put this dreadful pandemic behind us!

Photo from one year ago today, February 12, 2020.

The city of Shimla, India as seen from the Himalayan Queen Toy Train. For more photos, please click here.

Nothing is as easy as it seems…

This young male kudu has a notch in his left ear. Wonder how that got there? It could have been rough play or an injury from another animal.

As I continue to deal with the side effects of two antibiotics, we’re laying low with me spending a few hours each afternoon in the bedroom with the air-con on. It continues to be hot and humid, and right now, as I feel this way, the heat is less tolerable than usual. Load shedding continues for no less than seven hours a day, in the middle of the day, late morning, and again at night from 1900 hours to 2130 hours, 7:00 pm to 9:30 pm.

I keep thinking of how generous Louise and Danie are for providing us with an inverter that gives us sufficient power to run the router, charge our digital equipment, and operate fans in the bedroom when the power is out during the night. This helps so much that load shedding isn’t as big an issue for us.

During the power outages at night, we’re still able to stream TV series or movies on my laptop through Hulu, Prime Video, or Netflix, making the 2½ hours without air-con pass more quickly. The past few nights’ load shedding occurred between 3:00, and 5:00 am.

Action in the garden in the late afternoon.

As soon as the air-con stops, we both wake up, and one of us gets up and turns on the fan. When the power returns, the air-con comes back on by itself, which again wakes us up. Sleep is fitful, but we’re managing. Again, it’s the “nature of the beast,” in other words, “life in the bush.”

This evening, friends Uschi and Evan are stopping by at 1730 hours, 5:30 pm, for social distancing sundowners, although I won’t be drinking alcohol due to the medication, I’m on. By Tuesday, which will be eight days since I began the five-day course, I will be able to have a glass of my favorite, low alcohol wine.

We love interaction with the various francolins in the garden.

Of course, we’re waiting anxiously for the opportunity to get the Covid-10 vaccine. But, now, with the world talking about South Africa and UK variants, the rush to get the vaccines out has been completely halted. The new stats for South Africa are as follows. Please click the South Africa link below for the full article:

“SA records 3,159 Covid-19 cases and 276 deaths in the past 24 hours

February 10 2021 – 22:32BY timeslive
Health Minister Dr. Zweli Mkhize said on Wednesday night that 3,159 new Covid-19 cases had been recorded in the past 24 hours.

After two days of less than 2,000 new Covid-19 cases, health minister Dr. Zweli Mkhize said on Wednesday night that the number of infections in 24 hours had breached the 3,000 mark.

There were 3,159 new infections recorded in the past day, taking the total number of Covid-19 cases recorded to date to 1,482,412.

However, it was another day where the positivity rate – the number of new cases against the number of tests in the same period – was again below the 10% mark. The new infections came from 35,195 tests, at a positivity rate of 8.97%.

Mkhize also reported 276 new Covid-19 related deaths, taking the total death toll from the coronavirus in SA is 47,145.

Of the new deaths, 126 were in Gauteng, 34 were in KwaZulu-Natal, 33 in the Eastern Cape, 31 in the Western Cape, 21 in Mpumalanga, 20 in the Free State, eight in the Northern Cape, and three in Limpopo.

To date, 1,367,247 recoveries have been recorded, at a recovery rate of 92.7%.”

A gray Lourie is checking out the action on the ground.

This morning, when we headed to the Bush Centre for meat and biltong (delicious South African jerky), we noticed how few people were socially distancing and wearing masks. I still don’t understand why people don’t take this virus seriously when there have been several deaths here in the park over the past few weeks. I was wearing a face mask, face shield, and rubber gloves (which I only use for one wearing before tossing them).

As more and more cases come to the forefront, we find ourselves, back into a semi-state of isolation, even here in the bush with relatively few people around us. Nowhere in the world is exempt, including Antarctica, which we visited in 2018 and now has had several cases of Covid-19.

The babies suckle as Mom lays atop a pile of bananas.

The more we discuss our visa options, the more convinced we’ve become that we need to apply for visa extensions instead of flying to another country through multiple airports and crowded spaces. Our best bet is to stay put, continuing to exercise the utmost caution, avoiding restaurants and any potential public gatherings. Who knows when any of us can relax and fully enjoy life once again?

Mr. Hornbill, checking out the activity in the garden.

Photo from one year ago today, February 11, 2020:

One year ago, on this date, my laptop crashed, and we weren’t able to prepare a post or upload photos. We were able to post on February 12, 2020, so please check back tomorrow for the year-ago picture.

Behind the 8-ball today…Tom’s haircut, finally, after a year!…

Mr. Hornbill was sitting on the veranda of his “stolen” bushbaby house, where he and the Misses are waiting for their eggs to hatch.

This morning, I am so behind in posting. What slowed me down was a result of two things; one, I had trouble downloading photos for some odd reason (probably WiFi related), and two, I spent no less than an hour in a chat with Emirates Airline to get a US $20, ZAR 284.31 refund for one seat assignment when we flew from Dubai to Johannesburg. We upgraded my seat from coach to business class.

By upgrading one of our seats to business class, our prior seat was canceled, for which we’d paid US $20 extra when there was an up-charge for all seats (go figure).  By switching to business class (my seat only, when we couldn’t buy an upgrade for Tom), we paid an additional US $700, ZAR 10309. But, in the process of producing the extra for the upgrade, we still had yet to receive a refund for the seat assignment we’d given up.

Leave it to Tom to think of this. Leave it to me to spend an hour in a chat with Emirates Airlines to get the refund. But, we were bound and determined not to let them keep our $20. Why it took so long baffles me. They made it so tricky. It would have been easy for any customer to say, “Never mind!” But, not me, I stayed. The course and finally got it done.

Wildebeest Willie, later named Broken Horn, stopped by again. We were so happy to see him, as he was happy to see us.

So here it is, almost well after 1:00 pm when most often, I’m done with the daily post and able to continue with our typical day. Today will be different. Fortunately, we have most of tonight’s dinner prepared due to a good-sized portion of grilled chicken we made yesterday.

There’s little else to do today other than continue to take photos of visiting wildlife while offering them their treats of choice. They’ve eaten all the bananas and sweet potatoes, which we will restock at a later date. However, no doubt, we have plenty of pellets and birdseed to last for the next several days. The pellet-guy should arrive on Friday with a new shipment. This time, we’ve left enough money with Louise to buy us four big bags when he shows up at their Info Centre.

Tom, before his haircut in Marloth Park. He hadn’t had a professional cut in over a year.

Finally, Tom got a haircut at a salon at the local Bush Centre with the same stylist who’d cut his hair during our prior stays in Marloth Park. We were both concerned about the risk of Covid-19 by visiting a salon. But, Tom assured me they exercised the utmost caution when he was the only customer in the shop during his appointment, and the stylist wore a very secure mask that fits tightly on her face.

He was thrilled to finally be rid of the bad cut he’d done for himself in that hotel room in India. Based on the fact, I don’t possess good “small hand” skills; he refused to allow me to cut his hair which was probably a good decision. I can manage all of my own spa/salon needs but not his! He was happy with the result, as was I.

When he’d cut the back of his hair in the hotel room in Mumbai, he used his regular electric razor for a funny “pot-over-the-head haircut.

With a 30% tip and tax, the total cost of his haircut was US $8.84, ZAR 130. Unreal! Tom said he’d never gone so long without getting a haircut in his life. But, then again, whoever spends almost a year of their life stuck in a hotel room? Not too many, I suppose.

At this point, I am beginning Day #3 of the two types of antibiotics I am taking for the tooth abscess. I am not feeling like myself while taking these strong medications, but I had no choice. I look forward to finishing off the prescribed dosages on Saturday. By Tuesday, eight days later, when I’m feeling better, I can have a glass of my favorite low-alcohol South Africa wine, Skinny Red by Four Cousin. That will be nice, along with feeling better after finishing the meds.

Tom, after the haircut in Marloth Park.

Our friends Linda and Ken will be coming to Marloth Park at the end of this month. We look forward to seeing them soon. We haven’t seen them since our get-together in Wales, UK, in October 2019. We saw them in Marloth Park in 2018/2019, and before that, we got together in Sydney, Australia, in March 2017. How wonderful to have friends who are as mobile as we are!

With friends Kathy and Don waiting for their Covid-19 vaccines in Hawaii and numerous other special friends in the US and the UK soon to come to Marloth Park, we look forward to the days to come while we continue to revel in the treasures in front of us, day by day.

A few days ago, we drove by the Orange house. We’re delighted that we don’t miss it now that we love our current location in the bush, quiet, private, backing up to the parkland and Lionspruit and packed with wildlife.

Be safe. Be well.

Photo from one year ago today,  February 10, 2020:

From this site: “Indian Statesman and Spiritual Leader. Mohandas Gandhi, who come to be popularly known as “Mahatma” (Great Soul), was born a colonial subject of the British Empire. He studied law at University College in London and was admitted to the bar in 1891. In 1893, Gandhi took a position as a legal advisor for an Indian law firm in Durban, South Africa (then also a British colony). Appalled at the racism against South Asians there, Gandhi became an activist for equal rights. However, Gandhi stained the violent tactics often employed by socialist and anarchist activists, however, cited new forms of nonviolent resistance, collectively known as “Satyagraha” (truth and firmness). Influenced by traditional Hinduism as well as the works of Jesus, Leo Tolstoy, and Henry David Thoreau, Gandhi’s methods stressed change by noncooperation with the colonial authorities, including disruptive (though nonviolent) demonstrations and general strikes and boycotts. For more, please click here.

A busy Monday morning in the bush…Six species awaiting us this morning…Trip to the dentist in Komatipoort…

This warthog proved to be “Little,” whom we loved while at the Orange house in 2018/2019 when he came right up onto the veranda and headed for the door. His feet were muddy, so we shooed him away after providing him with a batch of pellets. It’s a bright sunny morning, perhaps with the big storms behind us for a while. We only had a few wildlife visitors over the weekend. Humans often offer tasty foods the wildlife shouldn’t eat but love the weekend, such as chips, bread, and human leftovers. They are not designed to digest these kinds of food, but like us humans, they like the taste. As soon as Tom deactivated the alarm system and opened the sliding door of the veranda, we had the following in the garden within minutes:

  1. Warthog
  2. Kudu
  3. Frank (francolin)
  4. Impala
  5. Bushbuck
  6. Helmeted guinea-fowl
Young Mr. Bushbuck was having a feast with the bananas when he peeled one after another, only eating the peels. Zoom in for a closeup of his mouth. Moments later, he deftly spits out the dark stem of the banana.

At the moment, as I write this, there are four kudus within arm’s length snacking on pellets I accidentally dropped on the veranda. When the game pellet truck didn’t come to Marloth Park this past Friday, we’ll buy more when we head to Komatipoort in a few minutes for our two dental appointments at 10:00 am.

With liquor stores finally open Monday-Thursday only, we’ll also stop and stock up in the event of another alcohol ban on the horizon. With cases of Covid-19 continuing to escalate, this is entirely possible.

Whoops! It’s time to get ready to go to town. We’ll finish this post when we return in a few hours.

This bird with the crest is a Lourie. When they are colorful, they are called Turacao.

It’s now 1400 hours, 2:00 pm, and we’ve finally returned from the dental appointment, a trip to the liquor store, a stop at Obaro for pellets, and a quick run-through at the Spar Market for some fish for me. For some odd reason, I have been craving fish. Tom, not so much. The only fish available within a 75-minute drive is frozen, which I don’t mind a bit.

As for the trip to the dentist, we weren’t able to have our teeth cleaned. The South Africa Dental Association doesn’t allow dentists to do cleanings due to Covid-19 and possible aerosols emitted during the process. Instead, I had Dr. Luzanne check my tooth, where I’d suffered from an abscess while in the hotel in Mumbai during the first few months in isolation.

But, suddenly, there were three. Perhaps a mating pair. A little competition?

It had never felt quite right, and lo and behold, after she did full-mouth x-rays, I still have a raging infection in that same tooth, which requires immediate treatment with high dose antibiotics for the next five days. In two weeks, I’ll return for another round of x-rays to determine if the infection is gone. If not, she’ll be referring me to a dental surgeon in Malalane, about a 40-minute drive from Marloth Park.

This dentist has some very sophisticated equipment and expertise, and he’ll clean out the issue using a laser treatment. It will require a new crown at that point. So today, I started the two antibiotics once again and pray this gets resolved without further treatment.

They were enjoying the remnants of the bananas.

For ten months in lockdown in India, we didn’t have any drinks, so these eight teetotalling nights will be a breeze. Unfortunately, I won’t enjoy any sundowners over the next eight days while the antibiotics hopefully do their job. Ice tea or hot tea will serve me well when guests call this week and early next week.

Also, while in lockdown in India, Tom had an implanted tooth fall out. Dr. Luzanne was able to refit and re-insert the tooth, which we’d saved all these months. It may not hold forever, but for now, it’s back in place. Hopefully, the restrictions for teeth cleanings will be lifted in a few weeks.

The third Lourie was investigating the seed situation when Frank and his family monopolized the offering.

However, Dr. Luzanne is concerned that I will need to take a hefty dose of antibiotics in advance of any invasive processes as we advance due to having cardiovascular disease. This is a common practice among heart disease patients. If I have to see the dentist in Malelane, she will provide me with the antibiotics to take in advance of the treatment by the dental surgeon.

Oh, I don’t like mentioning medical stuff. But, we always promise to be upfront about the realities facing us as we age and how we handle such issues during our lives of world travel. If somehow, in sharing this personal stuff, we help one person in the blogosphere, we’ll be happy we shared.

There is usually only one Frank family in a garden. We have Frank. The fluffed up francolin, The Misses, Two Chicks (one not shown here), and a few more mating couples.

At the moment, Tom is watching the Super Bowl game on his laptop while we’re back out on the veranda. At 4:00 pm today, one of our readers is calling on Facebook Messenger to discuss the possibility of him and his spouse coming to Marloth Park, hoping we can answer some of their questions. Of course, we’re delighted to do so, as we’ve done with other readers in the past.

Have a pleasant day!

Photo from one year ago today, February 8, 2020:

We never imagined we’d see the Taj Mahal. And yet, this morning in the morning haze and pollution, it lay before our eyes in its entire splendor. For more, please click here.

We are back up and running…Another fiasco, no fault of our own, or our web people…Tiny, today, a refreshing diversion…

Tiny worked with me during his photoshoot to ensure his poses appeal to most of our readers.

Yes, I could go on and on with the frustration of the past several days when our site wasn’t visible to our readers. It reminded me of when, three weeks ago, my error in posting new photos prevented the photos from displaying. It took several days to figure out what I was doing wrong…using a third-party app to upload the latest photos. Who knew?

Our web people worked with me via WhatsApp for hours on end, attempting to figure out the problem. As soon as they said, “No third-party photo apps,” a light bulb went off in my head. I had to load photos from a “local” source, not an app. This confused me because this was the first time I was uploading photos using this Chromebook I’d purchased in India.

Tiny, using his snout like a vacuum cleaner to find every pellet.

If any of you use a Chromebook with its hard-to-figure-out cloud, you’ll understand what I mean. Otherwise, no point in going into that here and now. All the photos I added in that hotel was taken from past posts and copied and pasted. It wasn’t the same process once we started taking new photos. Now, I have designed a simple-to-use process that gets me through each day’s post with new photos.

But that wasn’t all. When three or four days ago, I noticed difficulty in preparing a post, mentioning some apparent WiFi issue, it proved to be much more than that. It was a hosting issue on the servers at Hostinger.com, a substantial hosting site with an excellent reputation, from whence the problems seemed to arise.

Tiny posed on his knees for this appealing shot. Good job, Tiny! Although the following few images of Tiny look similar, you’ll notice the subtle differences as he adjusted for the shots.

Now that we’re back up, I sent them an email asking how and why this happened and how it can be prevented in the future. From my perspective over the past several days, everything we wrote for over eight years was gone, gone, gone. We’ve heard of this happening to websites. It’s no wonder I didn’t sleep much for the past three nights, worrying and worrying, awakening almost every hour.

Last night was no exception, when on top of that, “load shedding” started up again and for over four hours, from 2100 (9:00 pm to 2300 hours (11:00 pm) and again this morning from 5:00 am to 7:00 am. The power will be out for at least seven hours today, again from 1300 hours to 1530 hours (1:00 pm to 3:30 pm) and again tonight from 2100 hours to 2330 hours (9:00 pm to 11:30 pm). This schedule will be repeated over the next several weeks.

Tiny tucked his legs under for yet another good pose. He certainly knows how to highlight those big warts on either side of his head and those monstrosities on his face.

I have to plan to work out on the treadmill based on when we have power and cooking using the stove. As always, we’ll figure it out. Fortunately, Danie had set us two fans to use during load shedding, powered by the inverter in the second bedroom. This is our saving grace on those tortuously hot nights.

As for today, otherwise, all is well. Later today, our friend Alan is visiting for sundowners and snacks, mainly cheese and biltong (South African jerky, the best!). He eats a low-carb diet as we do, making visits easy with so few food options. When we invite other friends over, without special diets, we will add some items we eat and others more befitting their standard diets.

Last night was busy in the garden. Our new favorite warthog, Tiny, came to visit, staying for a few hours. Although we’ve diligently looked for our favorite warthog Little from 2018/2019, we’ve yet to see him. Sadly, several warthogs were culled in Marloth Park last year, and we fear he may have been among them. Instead of moping over Little, we decided to find a new favorite, and we have… our boy Tiny, the biggest warthog we’ve ever seen.

Tiny raised a bit on his knees for another angle. He’s had some modeling experience in his past. See that post here. 

Yesterday, when he came up onto the veranda with his muddy feet, we were reminded of Little who was so bossy, he insisted on coming into the house. We laughed so hard then and still laugh hard about it now. We never thought they would be another Little.  But now, Tiny, has become the warthog that stares into my eyes when I talk to him, comes when I call him when I see him nearby, and can’t seem to get enough human interaction. It’s astounding.

Surely, in time, as we come to more fully “know” our regular visitors, many stories of special interactions will follow. We’ve been busy interacting with the wildlife and,d in many cases, giving them names when we observe they are regulars who come by for treats and the familiarity that ensues over time.

Have a fantastic day! We’re thrilled to be back among you!

Photo from one year ago today, February 6, 2020:

Comfortably seated on fluffy cushions on the sand, we enjoyed free-flowing beverages and snacks. Gosh, I was chubby then, almost 13 kg, 28 pounds, ago, and not as healthy as I would have liked when my blood sugar and blood pressure were high.  It is great to now be off of all blood pressure medications and have normal blood sugars. For more photos, please click here.

A day in the life…Challenges…Resolutions on the horizon…”Floaters?”…What???…

A little plant growing on the muddy foot of a bushbuck made us laugh.

It’s 1:00 pm on Friday, and our site is still having issues. According to our web developers and our hosting company, it is necessary to “debug” our over 3000 posts. This is taking quite a while. Our web guy just sent me an email, saying they are working on our 40,000 plus photos and with only 10,000 of them processed so far. It could be a while. We are anticipating another day or two.

Of course, we’re frustrated, but there’s nothing we can do but wait until they are done, and we are back up again. In the interim, I will continue to post, which you should see, although there is some computer dialogue on the page you can ignore.

Since we handle all of our financial matters and banking online, we often see popular sites we use down for a day or two during this process. We certainly understand the frustration of all of our worldwide readers. Also, we realize the frustration over our site being down off and on over the past nine months since we began the process of moving over to WordPress as opposed to Blogger.

This adorable male bushbuck and others have become regulars in our garden.

We had no choice but to make this transition. The web company we’ve used has been on top of all of this, and we feel confident they will resolve this soon. In the interim, I will continue to prepare new posts while taking many new photos to share once everything is back on track.

Sadly, we realize we may lose many of our readers whose frustrations cause them to read our post no longer. We feel wrong about this and wish there was something more we could do. We can only promise that once we’re back up, we will continue to strive to provide all of you with the best possible content and photos from our current base of Marloth Park and wherever we may go from here in the future, yet to be determined.

As mentioned a few days ago, we’re continuing to research our options when we have to leave South Africa in April for our visa stamps. We selected a few possible options. But, here’s the dilemma. If the virus escalates in South Africa between now and then, we could potentially lose a ton of money if the borders are closed again, not only for South Africa but also for wherever we are planning to go.

Four warthogs stopped by for a snack.

Many would assume that when borders close due to Covid-19, those travel expenses are automatically refunded. This is not the case. We have spent days in total frustration attempting to receive refunds for various plans we’d booked. Some took months to receive, and others required us to contact our credit card companies to help us in getting a refund. It’s such a harmful process.

Thus, we’ve decided to “wing it” and wait until two or three weeks before our visas expire to pin down where we’ll go and what we’ll do for those possible ten days when we leave South Africa. The countries we may choose now may present an entirely different situation in the next 60 days. Again, our lives are based on a “play it by ear” scenario. WE can live with this.

Yesterday morning, Thursday, February 4th, we headed to Komatipoort for an eye doctor appointment for me. As it turned out, it was the same doctor we’d visited in 2018/2019 from whom we had eye exams, who was still working at the exact location in town, next door to Dr. Theo, family practice doc, and Dr. Luzanne, our dentist both of whom we’ll see while here.

These four appeared to be a family group. Any grouping of warthogs is called a “sounder.”

We both have dental appointments this upcoming Monday with Dr. Luzanne for a cleaning and dental check. Also, I suffered from an abscessed tooth early on in our confinement in the hotel room in Mumbai and desperately need to get that tooth checked out and resolved if necessary. It no longer hurts but in these situations. It’s best to get it checked out. Also, Tom lost a tooth implant while in India, which we’ll bring with us and see if it can be re-inserted. If not, a crown might be in order, perhaps for both of us.

But, yesterday’s eye doctor appointment was necessary to give me peace of mind when several nights ago, while eating dinner, I noticed I had something in my eye, something I’d never seen in the past. It appeared to be a black stringy-looking thing in the right corner of my right eye. Immediately, I removed my contact lens and rinsed my eye with sterile saline solution. I kept doing this throughout the evening, and yet the particles would not go away.

Then, by the end of the evening, it dawned on me it might be a “floater,” not necessarily a dangerous condition, common as we age. If one’s vision itself is not impaired, there’s no light flashing and no pain; generally, a floater is not worrisome, although very annoying. After my considerable “Dr. Google” searches, Tom insisted that I have it checked out to ensure it wasn’t a potential retina detachment or another more serious issue.

As we drove on Olifant Rd, the only paved road in Marloth Park, this pretty sky caught our eye.

I supposed I, too, was anxious to be assured it wasn’t anything more than a harmless floater which is an anomaly of the vitreous (clear floating liquid) of no particular use in the eye. When the eye doctor assured me, after careful examination, there was nothing to worry about. I was thrilled but not surprised. Nonetheless, peace of mind was definitely worth the 20-minute drive to Komatipoort. I guess I’ll have to learn to live with this black squiggly thing floating in my mind for the rest of my life. Ah, the perils of aging! How annoying.

Much to our surprise, the eye doctor appointment, for which he did a reasonably thorough exam also, only cost ZAR 300, which was only US $20.06. Wow!

I was more concerned about the up close and personal requirement of an eye exam. But, his packed office exhibited social distancing and good sanitation, although I had to ask one of the receptionists to cover her nose with her mask. I’m at a point where I don’t care what anyone thinks. I always ask people to protect their nose and mouth adequately when in “my space.” On occasion, I may get a dirty look, but I am unresponsive to those looks.

Back in Marloth Park, only 90 minutes later, we commenced our almost daily search for the large ostrich family wandering in the park, which we hope to see soon. Returning to our home after another unsuccessful hunt, we went about our usual activities, catering to our animal friend’s visits, enjoying an “adult” beverage at happy hour, and cooking ribeye steaks on the braai.

We’ve named this young male kudu Notches, based on the notch in his left ear.

Last night, without a doubt, was the hottest night on the veranda we’ve experienced so far. It was stifling. Sure, we could have hunkered down in the bedroom with the air-con to keep us cool, but we were determined to continue to offer pellets and the remainder of the bananas to our visiting friends. Not surprisingly, when we finally had dinner while continuing to sit outdoors and headed to our room to cool off, a massive rainstorm ensued, with thunder continuing for several hours.

Only once during the storm did the power go off and, it was for less than a minute. We were thrilled. Today, although still humid with more rain on the horizon, it’s quite a bit cooler.

Although our new posts will look different over the next several days while the issues are being resolved, many of you will still be able to see them in the automatic emails you’ll receive if you signed up to do so in the past. If you’d like to sign up now (no charge), you can do so on our main homepage, and you will get the newest posts in your inbox during this period and after that. Thank you so much for being so patient.

Be well.

                 Photo from one year ago today, February 5, 2020:

An impressive fireworks display was orchestrated at the Khaas Bagh for the Maharajas Express passengers. We were honored and breathless. For more photos, please click here.

Banana bliss for our wildlife friends…

We stopped at local homeowner Paula’s home, where she offers free bananas for the wildlife. She receives these almost weekly from a local to support the animals in Marloth Park. Thanks to Paula’s employee who helped us load the bananas into an empty pellet bag and in our car. Thank you, farmer and Paula!.

After yesterday’s fiasco when our site wasn’t loading (which will be resolved by day’s end) and the loss of the post from February 3, I decided to attempt to piece it back together from memory which, after a stormy night’s sleep worrying about why we were down, my memory isn’t as sharp as usual. I’ll do my best.

When Louise informed me by text that Paula had received a shipment of bananas, we dared venture out on muddy, dirt roads, with potholes, ravines, making an uneven treacherous route. There was no other way to arrive at Paula’s lovely home on the road bordering the Crocodile River.

With Tom’s expert driving skills, he somehow manages to make the drive over the rough roads tolerable, albeit amid a massive amount of bouncing around, which we both tolerate well. But, should a person suffer from several painful joint or muscle issues, such a ride would be prohibitive.

Bushbucks only like the banana peel. They are experts at removing the banana to be left with the peel to eat. It’s hysterical to watch how they manage to peel the banana with their mouths. Nature is amazing!

When we were here from February to May 2019, after I’d had open-heart surgery, never once did we attempt to ride on those bumpy roads. Thank goodness that now, I don’t suffer any ill effects. As for the driving, thank goodness, once again, I never drive while we are in South Africa or other countries where most cars have a standard transmission with the driver’s on the right side of the vehicle, using their left hand to shift.

It is hard enough for me to adapt to driving on the opposite side of the road I was used to in the US, let alone manage to change gears with my inept left hand. No, thank you. I’ll continue to be the passenger, never guilty of being considered a “back seat driver.” Tom doesn’t require any coaching while driving.

When we finally made it to Paula’s house, her friendly employee met us in the driveway to assist us with the bananas sitting atop a few tarps in the garage. Tom offered to place the bananas into our big empty pellet bag, but the kindly man insisted on helping. Of course, we tendered a much-appreciated tip when he loaded them into the boot of our little rental car.

I was mistaken in former posts when I mentioned that mongooses are carnivores. Upon further research, I discovered they are omnivores, eating both small rodents, insects, and on occasion, snakes, as well as fruit, berries, and seeds. They love the bananas, working deftly to reach the tender fruit.

We headed back to our “home” (as we call it here), anxious, even in the rain, to deposit some bananas onto the ground in our garden, which backs up to a parkland area bordering Lionspruits, a “conservancy within a conservancy,” where lions Dezi and Fluffy reside.

Being located close to Lionspruit, which we’d entered several times during prior stays in Marloth Park, enables us to hear the lions roar day and night. What a glorious sound, music to our ears when we listen to them, we can’t help but smile at one another. The simple joys of living in the bush never end.

Another bushbuck is enjoying a banana as he works hard to remove the peel.

Last night we were invited to the home of Lesley and Andrew, along with friends Louise and Manie (a different Louise). We sat outdoors on their veranda, perfectly social-distanced by no less than two meters, enjoying the beautiful conversations and appetizers they served so graciously.

A number of their usual visitors magically appeared upon our arrival at Lesley and Andrew’s lovely bush home, and again, we embraced the magic of this special place, its abundant wildlife, and of course, its unique people. How fortunate we are!

This newborn impala caught our eye on the way to Paula’s home. She couldn’t have been more than a few days old or a newborn. So sweet.

A few minutes ago, Tom took off for his first haircut in over a year, barring the “bowl over the head haircut” he gave himself some months ago while living in that hotel room in India. Photos will follow tomorrow. It will be fun to see his “new do” when he returns before too long.

All is well. We’re content. Power is working. WiFi is working. By the end of today, our website will be up and running correctly. The sun is shining. The animals are visiting once again and enjoying the bananas. Happy day!

May you also be well and content!

Photo from one year ago today, February 4, 2020:

Tom, listening to our tour guide while in Udaipur, India, with the five-star Taj Lake Palace in the background. For more photos, please click here.

Due to a glitch from our hosting company…

Frank, fluffing up his feathers to impress The Misses. Maybe it’s time to expand the Frank Family once again.

Yes, it is so frustrating for us when our site is down. I hardly slept a wink last night when I figured out what was wrong and how to fix it.

It had nothing to do with our web developers, and they, too, were at a loss as to how this could be repaired. It looked as if we’d lost everything. Now, our site has been restored, much to our great relief.

Unfortunately, although we are “back up” with the help of Hostinger.com, our hosting company, the actual post from yesterday, February 3, 2021, is gone, gone, gone with no way to restore it.  Thus, this post will constitute the post for February 3, 2021, and we will prepare a new post with new photos for today, February 4, 2021.

If not, we will start a new post to make up for the one we lost. We have no idea why we’ve had so many issues these past months and apologize for the inconsistency. Some things are just out of our control. If we’d been able to stay with Blogger, we would have, but they made some changes that made it impossible for us to continue with the size of our site.

That was why we moved to WordPress and have had to bear the expense of monthly fees, annual fees, and new design fees. It was a costly and time-consuming process during the difficult time of lockdown in India, and for all of you, seeking consistency and reliance during times of Covid-19.

Hopefully, in the future, we will be able to offer greater reliance and consistency. But, please know, businesses worldwide are experiencing challenging times with their support and staffing. We’ve all felt the brunt of such inconsistencies of the consequences of these unusual times in the long run.

With the most heartfelt appreciation, we thank all of our readers all over the world for staying with us through “thick and thin.” Now, we hope to settle into a peaceful and dependable state as we strive to share our journey with you.

Be well.

Photo from one year ago today, February 3, 2020:

Both of us were excited to be on our way to the palace and Lake Pichola in Udaipur, India. For more photos, please click here.

Raining in buckets…Power outage…Thank goodness for the inverter…

Peeking up over the step, looking at us, “Got any meat for us?” Sure, we did! Thank goodness, Louise and Danie made certain we had an inverter in this house, Love Bird’s Nest. How thoughtful they are! An inverter uses power to recharge batteries inside the unit, which can be kept indoors, to be used later when the power goes out for small voltage requirements, such as powering a router and recharging digital equipment.

It could be used for some lights but can’t power the air-con, the refrigerator, and power-hogging appliances such as tea kettles, toasters, and microwaves. We keep the usage only for our phones, laptops, and the router to ensure we have WiFi, which, right now, we do. It’s been a massive benefit during all of the power outages.

Cute little mongoose resting his chin on a rock.

At some point, if the power doesn’t come back on, the batteries in the inverter will lose their power. We’ll see how that goes. Hopefully, sometime today, the cause of the outage will be repaired.

With the rains resulting from Cyclone Eloise, the ground is still soaked, and flooding is happening all around us. Even the Crocodile Bridge Gate and others, as access to Kruger National Park, are flooded, preventing visitors from many areas entering the park. I can only imagine the frustration of tourists who planned a one or two-week holiday in this area who can now not visit Kruger National Park unless they drive long distances to other open gates.

Mongooses are affectionate and nurturing to one another.

Also, we’ve found that wildlife tends to go for cover during rainstorms as powerful as this when they become frightened by the sounds. Thus, those tourists currently staying in Marloth Park won’t be seeing much wildlife in their gardens when, for example, so far this morning, we’ve only seen Franks, hornbills, and helmeted guinea-fowl. We tossed seeds for all of them when they looked at us with those longing eyes. Of course, we comply, even on sunny days.

Flooding will escalate over the next several days as the rains continue through Monday, Tuesday, and longer. In viewing the weather reports, it appears it will rain almost every day over the next two weeks, all the way through February 14.

I gave them a little container with the remainder of my chicken livers. As carnivores, they sure loved that.

We’re certainly happy that we’re staying here for quite a long while. Otherwise, this amount of rain would be frustrating. However, it’s vital for the growth of the vegetation critical to the wildlife in the bush, which is their primary source of food, except for carnivores such as mongoose, lizards, snakes, and others.

This morning Louise and Danie stopped by with a cooler, called a “chill box,” here in South Africa. Our social life is beginning to take shape with upcoming visits to friends in the bush. We’ll bring our beverages, in this case, Crystal Light Iced Tea, since alcohol is still banned in South Africa.

A tiny baby mongoose with mom or dad on the pool steps.

Hopefully, the ban will be lifted by mid-February, and I can purchase my favorite South Africa wine, Four Cousins, Skinny  Red. It’s a delicious low-alcohol wine, 9% instead of 13%, which had been my go-to wine when we were here in 2018-2019. At times, my mouth waters when I think of this delightful wine.

It’s ironic. We couldn’t drink alcohol in India during those 10-months in isolation due to many months-long bans and then outrageous prices with taxes at 38%. It just wasn’t worth it to us at the time, especially when neither of us had ever enjoyed drinks in a hotel room or even a cruise cabin. It’s all about socialization for us.

Of course, if it’s just the two of us on the veranda at “happy hour,” we find each other’s companionship a delightful form of socialization and may imbibe when the time is right. We look forward to that down the road.

A moment ago, the power came back on! We’re thrilled!. We’ll be back with more tomorrow! As soon as I upload today’s post, we’re heading out for a drive to check out the area’s flooding and take some photos.

Stay well.

Photo from one year ago today, January 31, 2020:

The view from our hotel room in Mumbai,  overlooking the Arabian Sea, shortly after we arrived in India from the US on a 33-hour journey. For more details, please click here.

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 ten 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 timid 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, which I stumbled upon yesterday afternoon while working on the prior 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 reflects 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. Please 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 minor 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 the millions of years that no humans were on this Earth even to 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 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 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 tiny our 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 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 magic, and none of this could happen from an explosion of planets, remnants evolving into worlds, remnants growing into the Earth.

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

A power, a spirituality beyond our comprehension, created this magical life on this planet. As we travel, we witness the vast array in which each population has formed their 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 ten helmeted guinea-fowl were on the veranda hoping for seeds. 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, and 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.