Had to change dentists due to scheduling issues…

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Mongooses never fail to stop by at least once a day, often twice.

Two weeks ago, during dinner at Giraffe on Quiz Night, half of a tooth (a molar) fell out of my mouth while eating a grilled chicken salad. I had no idea this tooth had a problem.

Last week, while shopping at the Bush Centre in Marloth Park, a chip fell off another tooth on the opposite side. Good grief! I’ve had nightmares of my teeth falling out. Is this a sign of things to come, or am I just being paranoid? I thought my teeth were in good condition.

The next day, after the first tooth broke, I called Dr. Singh’s office in Malalane to schedule an appointment. However, they had no openings until the end of August, and if it took a few weeks to have a crown made, it would be too close to our departure time on September 14.

I had no choice but to book an appointment with another dentist in Malalane, as there were no dentists left in Komatipoort after Luzanne left a few years ago when her husband got a job in Chicago, Illinois.

Our resident wildebeest, Hal, is walking away after eating some treats.

Thus, I booked an appointment with Dr. Nel (recommended by our friends Roz and Les), with whom I have an appointment at 10:30 this morning, and we’re leaving here in less than an hour. Today’s post will be rushed to get it done before we leave.

Of course, with a bit of dental phobia, I am a little anxious about having any dental work done. Who enjoys going to a dentist, regardless of the reason? Certainly, no one I know.

Dental phobia is an intense, often overwhelming fear of visiting the dentist or undergoing dental procedures. It goes beyond mild anxiety—people with dental phobia may experience panic attacks, severe distress, or even physical symptoms like sweating, rapid heartbeat, or feeling faint at just the thought of a dental appointment.

Giraffes stop by almost every day.

It can stem from various causes, such as:

  • Past negative experiences — painful treatments or insensitive care in childhood or adulthood.

  • Fear of pain — often heightened if someone has a low pain threshold or outdated beliefs about dental procedures.

  • Loss of control — lying back in the chair, unable to talk, and relying on someone else’s hands in your mouth can feel very vulnerable.

  • Embarrassment — concerns about the appearance or smell of one’s teeth, or about being judged.

  • Sensory triggers — the sound of the drill, the smell of antiseptic, or the bright lights can all provoke fear.

For many, this phobia can lead to avoiding the dentist altogether, sometimes for years, which can worsen oral health and, ironically, increase the likelihood of needing more complex treatment later.

Treatment approaches include gentle, empathetic dentists who specialize in anxious patients, gradual exposure therapy, sedation dentistry, relaxation techniques, and sometimes psychological counseling to address the root fears.

I suppose my fear stems from “Past negative experiences,” of which I’ve had many over the years, although throughout my life, I have been diligent about treating any issues and getting frequent cleanings.

Oh well, here it goes again. I will report back tomorrow with details.

Have a great day!

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, August 12, 2015

Note the wide beak on this beautiful duck. For more photos, please click here.

An exciting astronomical event this week!…Video of Norman limping across the garden…

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From Travel & Leisure’s online magazine here:

“One of the Most Celebrated Astronomical Events of 2025 Is Peaking This Week With Fiery Streaks and Bright Fireballs—What to Know

Stargazers can expect dozens of meteors per hour—plus the chance to spot Mercury and more in August skies. By Katie Nadworny

Published on August 10, 2025

Make sure to look up at the night sky this week because Mother Nature is going to be putting on a show.

The annual Perseid Meteor Shower is set to peak around Aug. 12 and 13, according to the American Meteor Society, and it’s likely to be spectacular. During the event, which usually happens around July and August, it is typically possible to see dozens of meteors every hour.

The meteor shower is the result of the Earth crossing paths with the dust cloud from the comet Swift-Tuttle, which gives us the annual Perseids. The comet, whose name comes from the fact that the most radiant part of the sky during the meteor shower is near the Perseus constellation, orbits the sun every 133 years.

Perseids are also known for their fireballs, according to NASA, which are “larger explosions of light and color that can persist longer than an average meteor streak,” which emerge from “larger particles of cometary material.”

However, visibility this year may be impacted by another wonder of the night sky: the moon.

That’s because the moon is expected to be 84% full and “will severely compromise this shower at the time of maximum activity. Such conditions will reduce activity by at least 75 percent as only the brighter meteors will be visible,” the American Meteor Society said.

Perseids are best viewed in the Northern Hemisphere before dawn, NASA noted, though it is possible to spot the meteor showers as early as 10 pm. No binoculars or telescopes are necessary to see the Perseids, according to Space.com. Still, the meteor shower is best viewed from dark sky destinations with minimal light pollution and wide open skies.

Viewers in the Southern Hemisphere may also have the opportunity to spot meteor showers this month. The alpha Capricornids and the Southern delta Aquariids will both be active through August 12, but their peak has unfortunately passed. The alpha Capricornids are known for their bright fireballs and can be seen on both sides of the equator, while the Southern delta Aquariids are best viewed from the southern tropics.

It has been a good year for space enthusiasts with the northern lights putting on a fantastic show, thanks to the period known as solar maximum. And in addition to the meteor showers, several breathtaking astronomical events are happening in August, from a full sturgeon moon to the chance to spot Mercury, and more.”

It appears we won’t be able to view this phenomenon from South Africa, located in the Southern Hemisphere. Still, we hope our friends throughout the world will have an opportunity to see this exciting natural show in the sky.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, August 11, 2015:

It seems we wake up every morning at 5 am. Tom gets up and I read in bed until I fall back asleep, usually until 7 am. Up so early, he has an opportunity to capture these amazing sunrises. For more photos, please click here.

Busy morning in the bush on a warm, sunny day…”Our boy” stopped by after a week’s absense…

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Our boy Norman stopped by this morning. He seems to be walking better, putting some weight on his broken leg. His leg is still very swollen.

This morning, I popped out of bed at 8:00 am, determined to get this upcoming easy day in motion. With a predicted warm day, we decided to make a big chicken salad, accompanied by a green side salad, perfect for tonight’s dinner in the warm weather. Tom, up and about long before me, boiled eggs for the chicken salad, and as soon as I was showered and dressed, I lined two baking pans with tin foil and set the four one-pound (.5 kg) packages of chicken breasts in the two pans, seasoning them well and put them into the preheated oven to cook for 35 minutes.

While I was chopping and dicing vegetables for the chicken salad and side salad, I heard the hysterical cackle of the mongooses who appear every morning for breakfast. They are still in our garden several hours later, lying atop one another, cuddled up for a nap in the shade, making their usual funny little sounds when they are relaxed. It’s delightful.

Four resting waterbucks as seen on the bank of the Sabie River.

Back to the chopping and dicing, I heard Tom yell out, “Hi, Norman, good to see you,” and I came running, leaving my kitchen tasks behind to see “my boy.”

We each entertained him while the other chopped carrots, apples, and pears for Norman, hoping that nourishing him would help him recover his still swollen, broken left leg. Deidre, the Wild and Free rescue manager and expert, asked people in Marloth Park to send her videos of him walking to show how he’s doing, which she’ll share with the two vets overseeing his progress.

An elephant on the dry river bed as seen from Ngwenya.

Tom took an excellent video of him walking across an open area in the garden, clearly illustrating that he’s definitely on the mend. Yes, he’s still limping but appears to be putting some weight on it, although it is still very swollen. Hopefully, before we leave here in a little over a month, we’ll be able to go with peace of mind, knowing he will survive this awful injury.

Moments later, a giraffe strolled across the garden, and again, I rushed outdoors to take a photo—such a busy morning. We didn’t expect many animals today, given that holidaymakers are here for the weekend due to yesterday’s Women’s Day. It seems international visitors also come to Marloth Park for South African holidays, not only citizens of this country.

A grey heron, spotted at Sunset Dam in Kruger National Park.

Back in the kitchen after Norman left, I cut up half of the cooked chicken for tonight’s dinner and froze the rest for another recipe, on another day. Finally, I finished the salads and was able to sit down and begin today’s post. By then, it was already after 11:00, and I prefer to be done with the post by noon or 1:00 pm to go on with the remainder of my day.

Although we don’t have big plans today, we have a busy week ahead, dining out every night except Monday and next Sunday, mostly with friends and events.

A hippo resting  wasin Kruger.

Tuesday, we’re heading to the dentist in Malalane since I broke a molar in half, along with a chip on another tooth, both of which happened in the past two weeks. Weird. I dread getting these repaired, but I have no choice. It’s one of those “must-dos”.

Tom just finished streaming the Minnesota Vikings’ first preseason game. He’s thrilled to be watching American (NFL) football again, and when I can, I join him.

Yesterday afternoon, our old friends Les and Jerry stopped by for a visit. We hadn’t seen them in three years. It was wonderful to catch up with them both before they head to various camps in Kruger National Park.

That’s it for today, dear readers. Thank you for your ongoing support and interest in the simplicities of our daily lives in the bush.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, August 10, 2015:

This appears to be a wallaby, not a kangaroo. For more photos, please click here.

Happy Women’s Day to South African women…What is this special holiday all about?…

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Happy Women’s Day to all South African women!

Every year, on the 9th of August, South Africa pauses in the heart of winter to celebrate Women’s Day—a day that is more than just a public holiday. It’s a date heavy with meaning, one born from courage, unity, and the unshakable will of women who refused to stand quietly in the face of injustice. While the day is now marked with speeches, cultural events, and flowers, its roots lie in an act of collective bravery that changed the course of the country’s history.

Back in 1956, over 20,000 women from all walks of life—Black, White, Indian, and Coloured—gathered in Pretoria to protest against apartheid’s notorious pass laws. These laws required non-White South Africans to carry “pass books” that restricted their movement and controlled where they could live, work, and travel. On that day, the women walked to the Union Buildings, the seat of government, and stood in silent protest for 30 minutes after delivering petitions with over 100,000 signatures.

One can imagine the tension in the air: the heavy winter sky above them, the Union Buildings looming in the background, the rhythmic sound of footsteps as women arrived from every corner of the country. And then came the song—“Wathint’ Abafazi, Wathint’ Imbokodo” (“You strike a woman, you strike a rock”). That phrase has since become a rallying cry, not just for women’s rights in South Africa, but for resilience in the face of any oppression.

Today, Women’s Day honors the courage of women while also shining a light on the ongoing struggles women face, from gender-based violence to economic inequality. It’s a reminder that while there has been progress since that fateful day in 1956, the work is far from over.

For someone living or traveling in South Africa, Women’s Day has a different kind of rhythm compared to other national holidays. It’s not just about leisure—it’s about reflection. There’s a noticeable sense of pride in the air, a respect for the generations before, and an awareness of the challenges still ahead. Television and radio programs feature stories of trailblazing women—politicians, scientists, artists, activists—whose contributions have shaped the nation. Schools host assemblies where children read poems or perform plays that keep the memory of the 1956 march alive.

In cities, community halls are fill with events celebrating women’s achievements. These gatherings might feature music, dance, and fashion—South Africa’s cultural diversity proudly on display. In smaller towns and villages, the day can be more intimate: neighbors sharing a pot of tea, local leaders giving speeches, and church groups hosting meals for women in need. Many businesses run charity drives for women’s shelters, and some employers use the day to talk about workplace equality.

For visitors, it’s a good day to learn, to listen, and to engage. It’s easy to be moved by the warmth of the celebrations, but even more powerful is hearing first-hand stories from women about their journeys—the barriers they’ve faced, the victories they’ve celebrated, and the dreams they still hold.

Of course, as with all public holidays in South Africa, there’s also the everyday joy of gathering with family and friends. Braais are lit, music spills out of backyards, and children play in the winter sunshine. But the conversation often circles back to the reason for the day: to honor the resilience and strength of South African women, past and present.

What’s striking about Women’s Day here is how it connects the past with the present. The women who marched in 1956 didn’t have smartphones or social media, yet they managed to organize one of the largest demonstrations in the country’s history. They did it with determination, word-of-mouth, and handwritten letters passed from one community to another. Their cause was urgent and dangerous, yet their unity was unshakable.

Today, their legacy serves as a touchstone for activists and everyday citizens alike. In conversations with South African friends over the years, I’ve noticed how often people speak of “the 1956 march” as if it happened just yesterday. That memory is alive, not locked away in history books. It’s in the songs sung at rallies, in the murals painted on community walls, and in the stories mothers tell their daughters about what it means to be strong.

But Women’s Day is not without its reminders of how far there is to go. South Africa continues to grapple with one of the highest rates of gender-based violence in the world. Economic inequality often falls hardest on women, especially in rural areas where opportunities are scarce. On this day, activists use the spotlight to call for stronger laws, better protections, and a society where safety and dignity are not privileges, but rights.

Still, there is hope—palpable hope. It’s in the growing number of women leading businesses, universities, and government offices. It’s in the grassroots movements run by young women who are refusing to accept the status quo. It’s in the determination of every person, male or female, who joins the cause of gender equality.

As the day winds down, something is moving about the thought that on this same date, decades ago, thousands of women stood shoulder to shoulder in silent defiance, knowing full well the risks they faced. Today, their courage is echoed in every act of kindness, every fight for justice, every celebration of women’s achievements.

Women’s Day in South Africa isn’t just a holiday—it’s a living story. It’s the sound of voices rising in song, the warmth of shared meals, and the quiet strength of a country still striving to match its ideals with its realities. It’s a day that says, without hesitation, that women are the backbone of society, the rock on which communities are built. And perhaps most importantly, it’s a reminder that when women rise, the whole nation rises with them.

Happy Women’s Day to all South African women on this special day!

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, August 9, 2015:

A safe walkway into the rainforest in Clifton Beach, Australia. For more photos, please click here.

Fun night at Ngwenya with Dawn and Leon…

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A bloat of hippos at Sunset Dam in Lower Sabie.

We’ve been making reservations for four people over the past few months, at La Fera Restaurant at Ngwenya Resort, a short drive outside of Marloth Park, every Thursday for their weekly buffet. We started this routine when our friend Lisa arrived from the US in April, staying for one month.

A young giraffe is grazing in the treetops.

After we returned from the US for granddaughter Maisie’s graduation, friends Kady and Rich arrived from the US, a few weeks later, at the end of June. Once again, we visited Ngwenya every Thursday evening for the buffet. After they left in mid-July, we continued this routine, inviting other friends to join us for the buffet, which filled our four-diner reservations.

The food is consistently fresh, hot, and delicious, and we all enjoy part of the evening on the veranda searching for wildlife on the Crocodile River and reveling in the beauty of the sunset. Once dark, we all head indoors to the restaurant, where a table is awaiting us with “Jessica” written on a reservation plaque.

Hippo mom and youngster walking to the shore.

The staff has come to know us, and we’re treated with good service throughout our evening. However, when we first arrive on the veranda, there’s always a wait for a server to take our drink orders. We don’t complain. We wait patiently.

No, it’s not Jabula, not like the ambiance and playful nature at the Cheers-like bar, exceptional food, and exemplary service. Nor do the owners of Ngwenya spend as much time with us as owners Dawn and Leon do, each time we walk in the door, throughout the evening, and when we finally walk out the door.

A grazing hippo at Sunset Dam.

Last night, we had the fun opportunity to spend an evening at Ngwenya for drinks on the veranda, followed by the buffet with Dawn and Leon filling our two extra seats.. It was such fun to be with both of them, and their undivided attention meant we could laugh and talk without interruption – and laugh and talk we did. It was a lovely and fun evening.

Back at our holiday home before 9:00 pm, we hunkered down for the night, watching another episode of “The Chosen” on Amazon Prime, but I nodded off a few times and will re-watch the episode in the next few days.

A yellow-billed stork at Sunset Dam with two crocs in the photo.

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Photo from ten years ago today, August 8, 2015:

Deadman’s Gully in Australia is aptly named, as several runners/walkers have been attacked by crocs in this area. For more photos, please click here.

We’re back from Kruger National Park…We didn’t see much but…

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We don’t often capture good photos of waterbucks, which are usually at quite a distance near the water. With the rivers low now due to lack of rain, it was a treat to see this female. (Males have horns).

Sometimes, we don’t see much in Kruger National Park…

We know the feeling well. The early-morning alarm rings, and with the same groggy enthusiasm of a child on Christmas morning, we shuffle into our clothes, pour water into our mugs, avoiding coffee so we don’t have to pee, and head for the Crocodile Gate entrance. There’s always that buzz of anticipation; today might be the day, “safari luck” might prevail: lions on the hunt, a leopard sprawled on a tree limb with a kill, or even a parade of elephants crossing the road. But sometimes, the bush has other plans.

Sometimes, we don’t see much in Kruger.

We’ve had drives where, after hours of slow rolling and peering into every shadow and thicket, we’ve come up with little more than a distant impala or the flick of a warthog’s tail as it scurries off. Very few elephants, if any, are crashing through the mopane trees. Few, if any, giraffes are elegantly gliding across the road. Just the dry rustle of leaves and the hypnotic rhythm of the gravel/dirt road under the tires.

And yet, we return. Again and again.

A croc resting in the sun on the bank of Sunset Dam.

It’s easy to forget, especially when we’ve been spoiled with incredible sightings in the past, that nature doesn’t perform on demand. The bush works on its own time. Animals don’t pose for our cameras or show up to fulfill our safari checklist. And that’s part of what makes it so magical. The unpredictability is what keeps us coming back—the possibility.

Often, we equate visiting Kruger to fishing…the anticipation is palpable. It’s that hope that keeps us returning.

Still, there are days when even our usually unshakable optimism dips a little. We glance at each other and try to joke: “Well, the impala were particularly majestic today,” or, “That squirrel stole the show.” But underneath, we feel the quiet disappointment. We want that thrill. That excitement. That feeling of sharing a brief moment with something wild and untamed.

Yesterday, we saw very little.

There was one day in particular, not too long ago, when we drove for five hours without a single big sighting. Not a single elephant, buffalo, or cat. The sun was already climbing high, casting its hazy shimmer over the road, and we were starting to accept that this was going to be one of those days. We pulled into a picnic spot, slightly deflated, when a couple nearby casually mentioned they’d just seen a pack of wild dogs minutes ago, not far from where we’d driven. We smiled and nodded, but we could feel it… We’d just missed it.

Egyptian geese enjoying the Sabie River. Note the skull. Can you tell what it is?

That moment—the one that could have changed the whole day—had come and gone without us.

But that afternoon, after stopping at the Mugg & Bean, we took a different loop. It was a road we’d rarely traveled, one with nothing “guaranteed” on it. And as we rounded a bend, there stood a dazzle of zebras bathed in golden light—no roaring lions. No drama. Just peace.

It reminded us that beauty isn’t always loud. The bush isn’t only about the “Big Five.” Sometimes it’s about the quiet things: the sound of a Burchell’s coucal after rain, the shimmer of a lilac-breasted roller in the sun, or the comical way a dung beetle wrestles its ball across the road. These moments, often overlooked, are just as much a part of Kruger’s magic as a pride of lions or a charging rhino.

There’s a kind of humility the park teaches you. You’re not in control here. You’re a guest in someone else’s world. And like any good guest, you learn to be patient, respectful, observant. You learn that not every day brings drama, but every day brings something, even if it’s only the reaffirmation that nature owes you nothing and yet gives you everything.

We waited for this old Cape buffalo (Retired General) to turn his head for a face view, but he wasn’t about to do so.

Some of our favorite memories aren’t about what we saw but how we felt. Like watching the sunrise over the Sabie River, the sky painted in pinks and oranges while hippos yawned below. Or stopping at Sunset Dam and just sitting in silence, miles away from the modern world, letting the bush speak in its own soft language.

Of course, we’ll keep hoping for those extraordinary sightings. We’ll still wake up early, still peer into the shadows, still hold our breath every time a shape appears in the distance. That’s part of the adventure. But we’ve learned not to measure the success of a drive by the number of animals we tick off a list.

Kruger has its quiet days. But those days aren’t empty. They’re filled with reminders…of stillness, of patience, of wonder.

And sometimes, just sometimes, on the way out of the gate after a long, uneventful drive, a leopard will step out of the bush, pause for a heartbeat, then vanish again. And just like that, the whole day shifts. Because in Kruger, you never know.

And that’s exactly why we love it.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, August 7, 2015:

Tom was reading while soaking up the sun for a short period while living at the above house during our stay in Trinity Beach, Australia. For more photos, please click here.

What?…There are Southern Lights, too?…

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Not our photo. Star trails and Aurora light at Church of the Good Shepherd, Lake Tekapo, New Zealand

From Travel & Leisure online magazine, this interesting article:

“The Southern Lights Are Just as Magical as the Northern Lights—and Now’s the Best Time to Catch Them

It is peak season for the southern lights. By Evie Carrick

While the northern lights often steal the spotlight, their southern counterpart—aurora australis—offers an equally dazzling display of its own. It paints the sky green, violet, red, but catching a glimpse requires both good luck and latitude. Like the northern lights, the southern lights are born from solar particles colliding with the Earth’s magnetic field, like during a solar storm.

But unlike the northern lights, which are visible from many places in the Northern Hemisphere, the southern lights are more elusive and notoriously more difficult to see. That’s mainly because there’s so little land near the South Pole to view it from, leaving only a handful of remote spots on Earth to experience this polar light show.

To catch the southern lights, you’ll need to be positioned at high southern latitudes that are close to the magnetic South Pole. And for the best view of the lights, you’ll want to be in a place with low humidity and long, nights (factors that also make for excellent stargazing). Places like Antarctica, Tasmania, and New Zealand sometimes offer glimpses of the elusive southern lights. Still, one of the most compelling places to witness the celestial event is in Patagonia, the mountainous expanse that straddles southern Argentina and Chile.

The Andes Mountains that sprawl across much of Patagonia, and act as the dividing line between Argentina and Chile, offer the right latitude to catch the southern lights’ colorful dance along with spectacular viewing conditions and a mountainous backdrop. The phenomenon is most visible during the austral winter, from May through August, when the nights are long and dark. Amid Patagonia’s stark beauty and solitude, the southern lights often reveal themselves—quietly and brilliantly.

Most southern-lights-seekers come to Patagonia via Ushuaia, Argentina, which is sometimes called “the end of the world” and is part of the southernmost and least populated Argentine province. Ushuaia provides access to Tierra del Fuego National Park and is the starting point for many Antarctica cruises, which is another great place to catch the lights.

With “noctourism”—the growing interest in after-dark travel experiences—emerging as one of 2025’s leading trends, many travelers are setting their sights on the aurora borealis. But the more elusive prize lies farther south. According to Booking.com’s annual travel predictions, more than half of American travelers are now considering destinations with darker skies in hopes of stargazing or catching a cosmic spectacle.

In Patagonia, where the night stretches and the landscape remains blissfully unspoiled, the dream of rare nocturnal discovery feels closer—and infinitely more magical.”

We’ll certainly be watching for the Southern Lights when we are in New Zealand, beginning in December and ending in February. It will be one more exquisite offering from Mother Nature when there’s one breathtaking scene after another in this beautiful country.

We’re off to Komatipoort to grocery shop. It’s been a month since we last shopped there, but we’ve managed to avoid the big supermarket with the little shop here in Marloth Park. But now, we need several items we can’t buy locally. Plus, a trip to the Komti Pharmacy is also on the agenda when we need a few toiletries.

Tonight is Quiz Night and we’re looking forward to another fun evening.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, August 5, 2015:

Boats docked at the marina in Port Douglas, Australia. For more photos, please click here.

Fabulous evening in the bush with friends….Unexpected visitors…

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Bushbabies only stop by for a minute to eat yogurt and then quickly leap to the trees.

Yesterday afternoon, our friends Lorraine and Michael (who is the cousin of our friends Don and Kathy) arrived for sundowners and dinner. It was cold outside, but we all bundled up and stayed warm after dinner when the temperature dropped dramatically and the winds picked up.

The conversation was lively and engaging throughout the evening, as we discovered we had many common interests in our shared love of wildlife and the bush. This is a common theme we’ve enjoyed as we’ve made many friends in the bush over the years we’ve spent in Marloth Park since we first arrived in 2013.

For the first time, both the thick-tailed bushbaby and the much smaller lesser bushbaby arrived to eat the yogurt. In the recent past, we wrote about the thick-tailed bushbaby when we spotted one here at night, and again, a Jabula on a weekend night.

Here’s our story about the smaller “lesser bushbaby”:

The Elusive Acrobat of the Night: Lifestyle and Habits of the Lesser Bushbaby in South Africa

Hidden in the moonlit forests and woodlands of South Africa, a small, wide-eyed creature lives a life of agility, caution, and clever adaptation. The lesser bushbaby, also known as the lesser galago (Galago moholi), is a nocturnal primate whose endearing appearance belies a complex and intriguing lifestyle. Known for their enormous eyes, velvety fur, and spring-loaded limbs, these tiny tree-dwellers are among the continent’s most fascinating — yet often unseen — nocturnal mammals.

Big Daddy stopped by last night.

Masters of the Night

Lesser bushbabies are strictly nocturnal, meaning they are active only after the sun sets. During the day, they take refuge in tree hollows, thick foliage, or nests made from leaves and twigs, hiding from predators and the hot African sun. As dusk falls, they awaken with energy, grooming themselves and each other before heading out in search of food.

Their massive eyes are not just cute — they are a functional adaptation for life in the dark. These eyes are highly reflective, giving them exceptional night vision. If you’re lucky enough to spot one with a flashlight, the reflection from their eyes shines like twin orbs in the darkness.

Agile Athletes of the Trees

One of the most remarkable traits of the lesser bushbaby is its leaping ability. They are capable of springing more than two meters in a single bound — an astonishing feat for an animal that rarely exceeds 15 centimeters in height. Using their powerful hind legs and long tails for balance, they can leap from branch to branch with incredible speed and accuracy.

Their hands and feet are perfectly adapted for life in the trees. Each digit has a flat pad that helps grip branches, and their second toe sports a specialized grooming claw — a tool they use meticulously to keep their fur in pristine condition.

Tom put a little container of fruit-sweetened yogurt on the platform, and we had a pleasant surprise of seeing both the thick-tailed bushbaby, as shown here, and the little bushbaby as shown in the other photos.

Diet: Sweet and Savory

Lesser bushbabies are omnivores, with a diet that shifts depending on the season and food availability. Their preferred food is tree gum, which they lick from bark using a long, slender tongue. Acacia trees are especially popular sources of this sticky, nutrient-rich substance. To access gum, bushbabies will often bite into tree bark and return later to harvest the sap that seeps out.

But tree gum isn’t their only menu item. Insects — particularly moths, beetles, and grasshoppers — make up a substantial part of their diet. They also consume small vertebrates, fruit, and occasionally flower nectar. Their sharp hearing allows them to detect even the faintest rustle of prey, making them efficient nocturnal hunters.

Communication and Territory

Though generally solitary foragers, lesser bushbabies maintain a loose social structure and communicate using a variety of sounds, scents, and behaviors. Their vocalizations include clicks, chirps, and distinctive “crying baby” calls — the origin of the name “bushbaby.” These calls can carry over long distances at night, helping individuals locate each other or warn of danger.

Here is the “lesser bushbaby,” which we’ve been trying to attract for months, and finally made an appearance last night.

Territorial by nature, males will defend their range from intruding males, using scent-marking and vocal displays to assert dominance. Females, on the other hand, tend to have overlapping ranges and often form close-knit groups with their young or other related females.

Breeding and Raising Young

The breeding season for the lesser bushbaby typically coincides with the warmer months, when food is more abundant. After a gestation period of around 125 days, the female gives birth to one or two infants. Newborns are altricial — born blind and helpless — and are kept in the safety of a nest or dense foliage for the first few weeks.

Mothers carry their infants in their mouths from one sleeping site to another and leave them in hiding spots while they forage at night. As the babies grow stronger, they begin clinging to their mother’s fur and eventually start exploring the branches on their own. Weaning occurs around six weeks of age, but the young may remain close to their mothers for several months.

We didn’t have time to adjust the red eye on the camera.

Habitat and Threats

Lesser bushbabies are found across much of southern Africa, including savannas, woodland edges, riverine forests, and suburban gardens — especially where trees and shrubs offer shelter and food sources. In South Africa, they are commonly seen in areas like the Kruger National Park and Marloth Park, though their secretive nature often keeps them hidden from casual observers.

Despite being classified as “Least Concern” by the IUCN, these small primates face several threats. Habitat destruction due to urbanization and agriculture poses a growing risk, as does predation by domestic cats and owls. In some areas, bushbabies are also captured for the pet trade, which disrupts wild populations and often leads to poor welfare outcomes for the animals involved.

Endearing Survivors

Their wide-eyed innocence and nimble movements make the lesser bushbaby a beloved figure among wildlife enthusiasts. Yet these tiny primates are much more than just adorable faces — they are intelligent, resourceful, and deeply adapted to life in a complex, ever-changing environment.

Norman was captured by the trail cam late at night.

In the quiet of a South African night, while the world sleeps and the stars stretch out above, the lesser bushbaby leaps effortlessly from branch to branch — a silent and enduring symbol of nature’s remarkable creativity.

Tonight, we’re staying in, having a lovely evening and again, a delightful evening in the bush.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, August 4, 2025:

St. Mary’s by the Sea in Port Douglas, Australia, is situated near the pier and on the ocean, offering fabulous views. For more photos, please click here.

Company coming for a braai…What are the dirtiest parts of a hotel room?…

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Driving around Marloth Park, we encountered this busy garden.

From Travel & Leisure online magazine:

“These Are the Dirtiest Parts of a Hotel Room, According to Housekeeping

Here’s what to avoid next time you check in. By Iona Brannon, Published on July 14, 2025

  • Hotel rooms, even the nicest luxury digs, often look squeaky clean—but some areas of your room may be cleaner than others.
  • High-touch surfaces like phones, remotes, light switches, and carpets can harbor germs.
  • Oft-overlooked items such as barware, ceiling fixtures, and bathtubs may be overlooked during standard housekeeping cleanings.

When you check into a hotel room, the crisp linens and sparkling bathroom might give a false sense of cleanliness. However, seasoned travelers and hospitality professionals know that some of the dirtiest places in hotel rooms are often hidden in plain sight.

Two zebras are in our garden.

Between high turnover rates and limited staff, there’s often not enough time in the day to deep clean every room every day. Enza Laterrenia, head of housekeeping at Canne Bianche Lifestyle & Hotel, explains that under standard conditions, a room is cleaned by a housekeeping pair in about 30 minutes, highlighting the time pressure housekeeping teams often face.

Decorative Pillows 

Maria Diego, a Travel + Leisure A-List advisor and a self-proclaimed germaphobe, says she always takes action immediately when she gets to her room. “Having worked in hotels, the first thing I fling off to a far corner of the room are decorative pillows and any decorative runner that goes along the foot of the bed,” she says. “These never get washed.”

Laterrenia agrees, noting that many hotels wash their decorative elements infrequently.

High-touch Surfaces

For travel advisor and coach Rani Cheema, hotel room phones are the most unsanitary items. “If there’s an actual phone and I need to pick it up, I am grossed out by the receiver,” Cheema says. “I think it’s … the mouth part, because no one’s cleaning that.”

A big tusker on the bank of the Crocodile River, as seen from Ngwenya.

From a housekeeping perspective, carpets are another culprit. “They tend to trap dust and bacteria, making them one of the more demanding items to sanitize,” Laterrenia says.

Cheema, however, notes that many higher-end properties are adapting. “There are a lot of five-star hotels that no longer have carpeting, so it’s hardwood floors or an area rug, and that’s about it,” she says.

Even in luxury hotels, though, thoroughness has its limits. “At higher-end hotels, major touch points like switches, remote controls, and phones get a wipe before every check-in, but I’m still cautious about these spots,” Diego says.

Three waterbucks were resting on the dry Crocodile River bed.

Hidden Contamination Spots

Some of the most overlooked surfaces are the ones tucked away. “I’m also wary of barware inside drawers or cabinetry, anything that might be sitting for prolonged periods or handled by guests unbeknownst to housekeeping teams,” Diego says.

She’s also particular about the bathroom. “I also won’t take a bath in a hotel unless it’s a super luxe five-star hotel, and only if it’s a non-jet bathtub,” she says.”

Laterrenia reveals that certain areas are often overlooked during standard hotel cleanings. “Hard-to-reach spots—such as high ceilings, chandeliers, ceiling fans, curtain rods, and shower heads—are often neglected.”

So next time you check into a hotel, toss the decorative pillows and bed runners to the side, wipe down the high-touch surfaces, and be selective about using the tub. When in doubt, it doesn’t hurt to do a quick clean of your own.”

We often stay in hotels, and I must admit we aren’t as meticulous with wiping everything down when we arrive. However, we don’t recall a single incident where we became sick from a hotel room. Moreover, we’ve become ill from interacting face-to-face with other people. We frequently wash our hands in hot soapy water wherever we may be: hotels, restaurants, and tourist attractions.

Now, I’ll set the veranda table for this evening’s dinner guests and finish the prep for starters for sundowner time, after which dinner will follow.

Be well.

Photos from ten years ago today, August 3, 2015:

A small pier for boaters at the marina in Port Douglas, Australia.. For more photos, please click here.

We couldn’t be enjoying this simple life more!…

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View of the Crocodile River from the veranda at Ngwenya.

We’ve lived a nomadic lifestyle for so long now that “home” has become an ever-evolving concept, sometimes a flat in a bustling city, sometimes a beach cottage with nothing but the rhythm of the waves and a good Wi-Fi connection. But right now, as I sit in our holiday home at the big table on the veranda, tucked deep in the South African bush, it feels like we’ve stumbled upon one of the most magical chapters yet.

Marloth Park is not just a place—it’s a feeling. A wild, untamed blend of raw Africa and warm community spirit that never ceases to stir something deep in us. Here, in this dusty little piece of paradise on the southern edge of Kruger National Park, we’ve found both thrilling adventure and unexpected comfort. After years of drifting from country to country, city to jungle, we’re utterly content being here—right now, right in this moment.

The days begin slowly here, just the way we like them. Early morning sunlight spills through the trees in golden ribbons, and the bush comes alive with birdcalls, rustling leaves, and the distant grunt of hippos down at the Crocodile River. Coffee on the veranda has become a sacred ritual, made even more delightful by the frequent wildlife guests. Zebras stroll past like they own the place, and they sort of do. Families of warthogs snuffle their way through the garden, tails held high like tiny antennae catching the joy in the air. Kudu stand statuesque under the trees, and mongooses dart around with endearing boldness, hoping for a leftover scrap from last night’s braai.

Living amongst the wildlife isn’t a novelty anymore—it’s a privilege we don’t take for granted. There’s an intimacy to it, a kind of peaceful cohabitation that makes us feel less like visitors and more like part of something ancient and essential. We’ve learned to walk slowly, to listen more, and to take notice of life’s quiet moments. There’s no rushing here. Just the steady heartbeat of the bush, and we’ve synced our pace to it.

The setting sun as seen from Ngwenya on Thusday evening when friends Carol and Colin joined us with nieces Ursula and Anita.

What makes this chapter even more beautiful is the community we’ve become a part of. Over the years, through repeat visits and long stays, we’ve formed lasting friendships with people from all walks of life, including locals, retirees, and fellow travelers who’ve also chosen this unconventional path. There’s a camaraderie among us, a shared understanding of what it means to be a little bit rootless, a little bit wild.

Social life here is anything but quiet. There’s always something happening; impromptu sundowners with friends, potluck dinners under the stars, trivia nights, conservation fundraisers, and long, lazy afternoons spent swapping stories on verandas shaded by marula trees. These people have become our tribe. They know where we’ve been and where we dream of going next. They celebrate our joys and offer support when things get hard. And despite the lack of a fixed address, they make us feel grounded.

What’s more, there’s purpose here. Conservation is woven into the everyday, from the local volunteers tracking rhino movements to the casual conversations about water and electricity scarcity and wildlife preservation. Living in the bush makes you acutely aware of your impact. It humbles you. It teaches you to tread lightly. We’ve learned so much, not just about animals or ecosystems, but about how to live more meaningfully.

Of course, not every day is postcard-perfect. There are power outages and water interruptions. The heat can be oppressive, and the bugs, well, they thrive just as much as everything else here. But the trade-off is always worth it. When the stars come out at night, clear and sharp in the black African sky, and the roar of a distant lion vibrates in your chest, it’s easy to forget the small inconveniences.

Giraffes in the garden have become a regular occurrence.

Being here has reminded us why we chose this life in the first place. We didn’t want ordinary. We didn’t want predictable. We wanted to feel alive. To live richly, fully, with our eyes and hearts wide open. And Marloth Park gives us that in spades.

We’ve found ourselves falling into a rhythm here that suits us perfectly. Mornings and nights with the animals, working, writing, and planning. Many evenings are spent laughing with friends or listening to the cicadas as the fire crackles nearby. There’s no pressure to be anywhere else. No urge to chase the next destination. We’re content. We’re rooted, not by geography, but by connection, by purpose, and by joy.

We know we won’t stay forever. That’s the nature of this life we’ve chosen. But for now, this is home. A wild, dusty, sun-drenched, zebra-trodden slice of Africa that has captured our hearts all over again. We’ll carry it with us wherever we go next, the sounds, the sightings, the scents, the friendships, and of course, the African sunsets.

And most likely, we’ll find our way back here again. Because Marloth Park doesn’t let you go easily. It lingers, like the smell of woodsmoke in your clothes or the memory of a kudu staring into your soul.

For now, we’re simply grateful. Grateful for the animals that remind us how to be still. For the friends who make this place feel like family. And for the chance to keep living this beautiful, unpredictable, nomadic life, on our terms.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, August 2, 2015:

As we entered Four Mile Beach in Queensland, Australia. For more photos, please click here.