Why are lightning rods necessary in Marloth Park?…We’re leaving one month from today…

Some tree branches had to be trimmed to accommodate the longer pole. Chris’s helper was busy cutting the top branches. Shortly after they left, animals came to eat the leaves they hadn’t been able to reach. When Louise let us know that Chris, the lightning rod guy, was going to spend the better part of a day in our garden extending the existing too-short lightning rod on the property, we were curious as to what this was all about. While he and his helper were working outdoors, I talked to him, asking many questions as to why the extension was necessary.

Lightning rods are important in Marloth Park, South Africa, because the area is prone to intense summer thunderstorms, often accompanied by frequent lightning strikes. Here’s why they’re particularly necessary there:

1. High frequency of lightning in the Lowveld
Marloth Park sits in the Mpumalanga Lowveld, which is one of South Africa’s high-risk lightning zones. Warm, humid summer air colliding with cooler fronts creates powerful thunderstorms, especially between November and March. The combination of open savannah and scattered tall structures (like roofs, trees, and water towers) makes buildings vulnerable to direct strikes.

The lightning rod was lying in the garden while Chris and his worker extended it.

2. Thatched roofs are standard – and flammable
Many homes in Marloth Park have thatched roofs, which, while beautiful and fitting for the bush aesthetic, are highly flammable. A single lightning strike can ignite a thatch roof almost instantly, and because Marloth Park has no municipal fire brigade in town, response times can be slow, increasing the risk of losing the entire structure.

3. Isolated buildings and tall trees attract strikes
Houses in Marloth Park are often surrounded by open bushveld with few other tall structures nearby. This makes them natural lightning targets, especially if they have tall thatch peaks, metal chimney caps, or nearby large trees.

4. Wildlife and human safety
Lightning can also pose a risk to people and even large animals. A strike on a building or fence could cause injury or death to anyone nearby, including residents, visitors, or animals seeking shelter under a roof or tree during a storm.

5. Insurance requirements
Many South African insurers require lightning protection on thatched-roof properties in high-risk areas like Marloth Park. Without it, claims for fire damage caused by lightning might be denied.

In short, Lightning rods in Marloth Park aren’t just a precaution — they’re a necessity because of the high lightning strike rate, flammable roofing materials, isolated structures, and limited firefighting resources. They act as a safe path for lightning to travel into the ground, protecting both property and lives.

We’d never given lightning rods a thought while here in Marloth Park. However, after a discussion with Chris, he clarified why they are necessary in Marloth Park, as well as in many locations throughout South Africa and other countries.

We’ve decided to dine in tonight after many evenings spent out with friends and activities. It’s a beautiful day to cook on the braai and dine outdoors while our wildlife friends stop by.

As always, the time here has flown by, and one month from today, we head for Spain.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, August 14, 2015:

Nothing is more exciting for us than spotting wildlife in its natural habitat, as was the case here when we spotted this pelican. For more photos, please click here.

It wasn’t a bad experience at all…

(This is the wrong address for us but no need to change it since we don’t get a bill sent to us.) The total bill for yesterday’s tooth repair, x-rays, and cleaning came to ZAR 1557.30, US $88.79.

Tom just threw a ripe banana to the male bushbuck, Chewy, and the mongoose came running and grabbed it. As carnivores, we didn’t expect them to eat it, but the lucky thief is devouring it. The bush is dry, and even the carnivores are varying from their usual diets.

Moving right along, my anxiety about visiting the dentist has been completely obliterated. Sadly, the dentist I expected to see wasn’t there. She has cancer and is off for many months for treatment. We wish her well.

Instead, the lovely dentist, Dr. Jones, from a village near Johannesburg, has been working in her place while she’s away, and I love her. She gave me the best cleaning I’ve ever had and repaired one of my two broken teeth. Next Wednesday, I have an appointment for her to do the crown prep on the bigger broken tooth.

After that, I will return with Tom in early September to have the crown “seated,” when he gets his teeth cleaned. Most likely, we won’t see a dentist again until next March, six months later, while we’re still in Tasmania.

Today, I’ve attached a copy of the bill for yesterday’s 90-minute appointment, including the cleaning, X-rays, and the repair of the one broken tooth. This appointment could easily have cost eight to ten times more in the US. The upcoming cost of the crown will be under ZAR 4000, US $228, again, eight to ten less than in the US.

These dental prices in South Africa are even less than those in Mexico, where many seniors travel for dental care, especially those living in bordering states. That wouldn’t ever be convenient or likely for us to do when visiting the US.

Back at the house by 1:00 pm, Tom took his daily short nap while I relaxed and did a little reading. By 4:30, we were out the door and on our way to Giraffe Pub and Grill for dinner and Quiz Night.

With our teammate Daphne as Quiz Master, and her husband Neville having to work as manager of Giraffe, and Marlize still in Durban, once again, there were only the two of us. We tried our best, but struggled when we lacked a South African to answer questions that only South Africans would know.

Also, since both Tom and I had children at young ages, 17 and 19, respectively, we missed out on a lot of experience with pop culture, including that from music and movies. Speaking of our old lives, today, if still married to my first husband, the father of my two sons, I’d have been married for 60 years.

Also, on today’s date, August 13, it was 55 years ago that Tom began working on the railroad. Every year on August 13, we wish each other, “Happy Anniversary,” (tongue in cheek). Gosh, we’re grateful for this life, and no, we still don’t pay attention to current movies, music, and pop culture. We’re more wrapped up in the world around us.

Time to wrap this up. We’re heading to Komatipoort tomorrow for another appointment and will share details in tomorrow’s post.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, August 13, 2015:

As we made our way through a portion of the triple canopy rainforest, we encountered two lakes, a creek, and a river in Cairns, Australia. This is the saltwater lake. Tomorrow, we’ll be posting photos of the freshwater lake, the river, and the creek, which includes a wildlife surprise. For more photos, please click here.

Had to change dentists due to scheduling issues…

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…

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

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…

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?…

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…

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.

What?…There are Southern Lights, too?…

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

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

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!…

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.