Part 2…What is a coolcation?…Where to travel for a coolcation?…

Sometimes, crocs look like they are smiling.

For as long as I can remember, travel has been painted with sun-drenched postcards: palm trees swaying, sparkling turquoise seas, and endless stretches of white sand. The world has told us that paradise is hot, humid, and full of cocktails with tiny umbrellas. But lately, more and more travelers have begun to turn the compass needle in another direction. They’re swapping bikinis for cozy sweaters, air conditioning for crisp mountain air, and heat waves for soft mist curling over icy lakes. This is the rise of the “coolcation,” a holiday that celebrates the chill rather than escaping it. And if you’re wondering where in the world you could wander for such a refreshing escape, the options are more enchanting than you might expect.

The first place that comes to mind is Iceland. There is something transformative about stepping into a land where fire and ice coexist so harmoniously. In Reykjavik, you can sip hot chocolate in a snug café while the wind howls outside, and within hours, you’re soaking in a geothermal lagoon as snow flurries dance around your shoulders. A coolcation here is more than just a holiday; it’s an immersion in raw nature, from glaciers that gleam like diamonds to waterfalls that thunder into icy pools. Instead of slathering on sunscreen and insect repellent, you’re pulling on a woolen hat, watching the northern lights paint the sky in green and purple strokes. Iceland reminds us that sometimes warmth is not found in the temperature but in the awe of what surrounds us.

Another destination that belongs on any coolcation list is Norway’s fjord country. Imagine sailing between towering cliffs draped in mist, where small villages cling to the edges of the water as if trying not to slip into the sea. Summer here is gentle, never scorching, often cool enough for a jacket, and winter, while harsher, carries its own magic. There’s a certain comfort in stepping into a wooden cabin after a day of hiking or skiing, where the smell of a crackling fire mingles with cinnamon pastries. A coolcation in Norway invites you to slow down. You’re not rushing to the beach; you’re watching reflections ripple across still waters, or listening to silence so profound that it humbles you.

All of the animals get along at the waterhole.

Then there’s Scotland, a country whose weather has long been the butt of jokes but is now finding itself at the center of the coolcation trend. The Highlands are windswept and wild, with lochs that mirror the ever-changing sky and castles that seem to grow out of the mist itself. Edinburgh, with its cobblestone streets and cozy pubs, feels like a sanctuary when the drizzle begins to fall. A coolcation here isn’t about perfection; it’s about atmosphere. You wrap your scarf tighter, order a bowl of steaming soup, and let yourself feel the comfort of the gray skies. Somehow, Scotland teaches you that melancholy can be beautiful, that moodiness in the weather doesn’t dampen your spirit but deepens it.

If you’d prefer something farther afield, New Zealand’s South Island offers an invigorating coolness almost year-round. The mountains here look as though they were sketched by an artist with a flair for drama—sharp peaks dusted with snow, valleys carved by ancient glaciers, and lakes so blue they seem unreal. Queenstown is known as the adventure capital of the world, and it’s easy to see why: skiing, bungee jumping, and hiking all flourish in the brisk alpine air. What makes a coolcation here special is the clarity—it’s not just about escaping heat but about breathing air so crisp that it clears the fog of daily life from your mind.

Even closer to the poles, Canada’s Banff and Jasper National Parks promise an escape that feels almost otherworldly. In summer, wildflowers peek out along icy trails, and in winter, frozen lakes turn into playgrounds for skaters. A coolcation here is about grandeur—the Rocky Mountains rising like stone guardians, wildlife wandering freely, and the comforting ritual of pulling on layers before heading out into the chill. Something is grounding about it all. You realize, in the hush of snowy forests, how small your worries are compared to the sweep of the landscape.

Of course, coolcations don’t always require remote wilderness. Cities like Copenhagen, Helsinki, or even Berlin in late autumn make for refreshing escapes. They’re not beach destinations, but their charm lies in hygge cafés, steaming mugs of mulled wine, and the kind of cultural richness that feels amplified when you’re tucked in from the cold. In these places, the coolness slows you down, encouraging you to savor experiences rather than race from one attraction to the next. A coolcation in a city feels like slipping into a rhythm that’s more human, less hurried.

A yellow-billed stork and a heron are sociable at Sunset Dam.

At the heart of it all, the allure of a coolcation lies not just in temperature but in psychology. When the world grows hotter, both literally and metaphorically, we begin to crave spaces where our bodies and minds can breathe. The chill of the air gives us permission to rest, to reflect, to find coziness in simplicity. Packing for a coolcation means wool socks instead of flip-flops, novels instead of snorkels, and an openness to embrace the slower joys of travel.

So, where in the world should you go for your coolcation? The answer is simple: anywhere that invites you to step out of the swelter and into the refreshment of cool air, whether it’s a misty fjord, a snowy peak, or a gray-skied city street. The beauty of a coolcation is that it doesn’t promise perfection. It promises authenticity, the kind of travel that wraps you in a blanket instead of baking you under the sun. And perhaps that is the truest form of luxury: finding joy not in constant sunshine, but in the gift of cool, quiet, restorative space.

We have been fortunate to experience coolcations, even when they weren’t planned as such. As former Minnesotans, cold weather is familiar to us, although Tom particularly doesn’t care to travel to countries where it snows. But I don’t mind. I still cherish the cozy feeling of snow falling in a pretty place. Maybe that works for you as well if you decide on a coolcation.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, August 26, 2015:

At Rusty’s Market in Cairns, we were shocked to see the reasonable price on this exquisite arrangement at only AUD $20, USD $14.20. For more photos, please click here.

Part 1…What is a coolcation?…

Another giraffe comes to call.

Over the years of travel, we’ve noticed that trends come and go. Words appear in glossy travel magazines, only to be forgotten by the time the next season rolls around. Yet every so often, a term emerges that really makes sense in today’s world. Right now, that word is coolcation. At first glance, it sounds almost playful, as though someone took “vacation” and added a bit of breeze. And in many ways, that’s precisely what it is, a journey into cooler places, away from the heat, the sweat, and the relentless sun that so many travelers have grown weary of.

For decades, the great escape was always toward warmth. People dreamed of sandy beaches, sun loungers, and turquoise waters. Travel posters lured us in with images of palm trees swaying under endless summer skies. But times are changing, and with the rise of climate shifts, extreme heatwaves, and wildfires scorching places once thought of as idyllic paradises, more and more travelers are deciding that it’s not the sun they crave anymore. It’s a relief. It’s comfort. It’s cool air on their cheeks instead of blistering rays on their shoulders.

A coolcation is precisely that…a holiday deliberately spent in a cooler climate. Instead of rushing to Spain’s Costa del Sol in August, travelers are now looking north to the fjords of Norway or the mountains of Scotland. Instead of sweating it out in crowded city streets in midsummer, they are wandering along Iceland’s black sand beaches or sitting beside a misty Irish loch with a hot mug of tea. The appeal is obvious: less sunburn, fewer crowds, and a gentler pace that comes with breathing crisp, fresh air.

For full-time nomads like us, the idea of a coolcation resonates on an even deeper level. We’ve experienced both extremes—days when the sun felt like a punishment, and others when the sharp bite of winter made us long for a sweater pulled tight around our shoulders. What we’ve come to realize is that “perfect weather” doesn’t always mean sunshine. Sometimes, perfection is stepping outside without being knocked back by oppressive heat. Sometimes, it’s being able to walk without constantly searching for shade or gulping down bottles of water. A coolcation, at its heart, is about restoring that balance between adventure and comfort.

Nathan, Nina, Natalie, Nola, and Nora are shown in this photo.

There’s also a psychological shift at play here. Traditionally, vacations were sold as escapes from cold, dreary winters. But summers are no longer always the reward they used to be. They can be dangerous, stifling, and overwhelming. For many, the thought of taking precious holiday time only to swelter in 40°C (104°F) heat is no longer appealing. A coolcation becomes less of a luxury and more of a survival tactic by choosing destinations where relaxation is possible, where nights are restful, and where sightseeing isn’t dictated by the need to avoid the hottest part of the day.

I think what makes the concept even more beautiful is how it reintroduces travelers to places often overlooked. The Arctic Circle, once reserved for the most adventurous explorers, is now becoming a summer retreat for those wanting a reprieve from soaring temperatures. The highlands of Europe, whether in Switzerland, Austria, or even the Pyrenees, are seeing renewed interest. Rural Canada, the rugged coastlines of New Zealand, and even Alaska are drawing travelers in not just for their scenery but for their cool, breathable air. Suddenly, the world’s “edges” are being celebrated as sanctuaries.

Of course, it’s not only about the weather. Coolcations often bring with them a different rhythm. Instead of lying by a pool, travelers are hiking, cycling, and exploring landscapes where the very air feels restorative. Meals are heartier, not rushed in search of relief from the heat. Fireside evenings, even in summer, add a layer of coziness that sun-soaked resorts can’t replicate. There’s a slower intimacy in these trips when conversations linger longer, books are read without distraction, and time feels stretched, not squeezed.

There’s also a growing sense of responsibility tied to coolcations. With rising awareness of sustainability, many people are questioning the environmental impact of flying halfway across the world for a suntan. Shorter flights northward or inland, closer to home, are becoming more attractive…not just for the lower temperatures but for the smaller carbon footprint. A coolcation doesn’t have to mean crossing an ocean; it can be as simple as trading in a beach town for a nearby mountain cabin.

When I think of the best memories we’ve gathered from our years of travel, many of them weren’t formed in the blazing sun. They were shaped in the coolness of misty mornings, wrapped in sweaters, sipping coffee on a veranda where the mountains hid behind soft clouds. In Antarctica, the cool weather, familiar to us from living in Minnesota, wasn’t unpleasant but rather refreshing.

So while the word itself may be new, the idea has always been there…an instinctive pull toward cooler climates when life gets too hot to handle. Perhaps the rise of the coolcation is less about trends and more about common sense, a return to balance in how we travel and how we care for ourselves.

My favorite kudu, Bossy, stops by with family members.

And maybe, just maybe, it’s a reminder that joy doesn’t always need to be baked in sunshine. Sometimes, happiness is found in the shiver of a breeze, the comfort of a blanket, and the quiet thrill of discovering that the world is just as beautiful—if not more so when it’s cool.

The cool winter in South Africa these past few months was delightful, and now, once again, we are experiencing the familiar heat of South Africa’s often high temperatures in spring, fall, and summer.

Tomorrow, we’ll share where to travel for your coolcation. See you then.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, August 25, 2015:

From Rusty’s Market in Cairns, Australia: fresh greens appear to be a little higher priced than the grocery stores, but they are primarily organic. For more photos, please click here.

Best credit cards for travel…Fabulous braai and house party last night!…

A francolin (Frank) came to call, and he didn’t run away when we tossed him seeds. We’ve never had a resident Frank at this house.

From Travel & Leisure online magazine here:

This Is the No. 1 Travel Credit Card for 2025, According to a New Report

From no-fee favorites to premium perks, J.D. Power’s latest study reveals the cards cardholders love and which ones fall short. By Michael Cappetta, published on August 18, 2025

Rewards credit cards can lead to points for things like free airline tickets or hotel stays, and a new report reveals the ones that travelers love most.

American Express ranked as the top issuer in overall customer satisfaction, according to J.D. Power’s 2025 U.S. Credit Card Satisfaction Study. That was followed by Bank of America and Capital One. Chase Bank—which is known for its popular Chase Sapphire Reserve card—along with Discover and Wells Fargo, ranked as the next three. Each of the top six came in above the industry average.

John Cabell, the managing director of payments intelligence at J.D. Power, said in a statement increases in overall satisfaction are being driven by “cardholders with higher financial health scores and no revolving debt—especially those using cards with points/miles rewards programs and annual fee cards.”

We hope he’ll return and stay with us for a while.

On the opposite end of the spectrum were Credit One Bank, Premier Bankcard, and FNBO, which ranked as the lowest in overall customer satisfaction.

To determine its rankings, J.D. Power surveyed more than 37,000 credit card customers between June 2024 and June 2025.

When it comes to the best rewards credit cards without annual fees, the Capital One Savor Rewards Card, the Citi Double Cash card, and the Discover It Student Cash Credit Card ranked as the highest.

Among co-branded cards without an annual fee, the Hilton Honors American Express card, the Costco Anywhere Visa by Citi card, and the Apple Card took the top three spots in overall customer satisfaction.

Many travel and rewards credit cards have annual fees to help offset the numerous perks and opportunities they provide to customers. Within this category, The Platinum Card from American Express took the top spot, followed by the Bank of America Premium Rewards Elite card, the American Express Gold Card, and the Chase Sapphire Reserve.

The cards may be costly (Chase just raised its annual fee on the Reserve card to $795), but the perks can also be lucrative for travelers and shoppers. American Express Platinum cardholders, for example, receive access to more than 1,400 airport lounges, $200 in annual Uber credits, and a $300 credit to Equinox gyms, among other things.

For frequent flyers, American Airlines’ Citi/AAdvantage Executive World Elite Mastercard was the top-ranked airline co-branded card.

But all these rewards did come at a cost: more than half of survey respondents were described as “financially unhealthy” and carried credit card balances.

“There was a significant increase in the number of financially unhealthy cardholders and those carrying revolving debt in early fielding of the study,” Cabell said in the statement.

Norman’s horns became tangled in some branches. He carried them around for one day, but on the second day, they were gone..He didn’t need any more stress while recovering from his broken leg.

Beyond credit cards, J.D. Power also looks at other travel-related industries, including the top travel apps and websites. In that 2023 ranking, the company found Alaska Airlines, Southwest Airlines, and JetBlue had the highest customer satisfaction for airlines, while World of Hyatt, Choice Hotels, and Hilton Honors took the top spots for hotels.”

We have some of the cards as mentioned above, but we’ve avoided American Express since we’ve found it is not accepted in many instances due to vendors’ higher processing fees. In some cases, the processing fees are charged back to us at the time of purchase, and we’re not willing to pay those fees.

On another note, last night we attended an enjoyable braai/house party at Daphne and Neville’s lovely home, not far from us. The ambiance, the food, the dart games, and the musical entertainment were over the top. We couldn’t have had more fun! Thanks to our great hosts for this fantastic and memorable event at their home in the bush!

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, August 24, 2015:

From Rusty’s Market in Cairns, Australia:  Pandan leaves from the Pandan Plant are used to make these beautiful, fragrant bouquets. As quoted from the owner’s written material: “The leaves are used in Southeast Asian cooking as well in making th “flowers” which act as a repellent to roaches. In addition, Pandan leaves are said to possess medicinal benefits containing tannin, glycosides, and alkaloids. The scents emitting from the flowers last a week and may be used as a freshener in cars, homes, or washrooms.” For more photos, please click here.

Oh, what a night!…

When we walked into Jabula last night, we were thrilled to see friend Lee, whom we met through Rita and Gerhard. It was great to see him. We invited him to dinner on Wednesday night.

Gerhard and Rita, dear friends whom we met years ago through our site, have visited Marloth Park many times. We became fast friends and have stayed in close touch regularly. They visited us a few times while we were in Lake Las Vegas, including surprising me on my birthday a few years ago.

We have it on our itinerary to see them when our fourth cruise ends in Seattle in May 2026. They live nearby in Vancouver, Washington, USA.

Soot from the sugarcane burning often flies through the air and lands on all outdoor surfaces in Marloth Park. Sugarcane burning is a common pre-harvest practice, particularly in regions like South Africa and parts of the US, where it’s done to remove excess leaves and trash, making manual or mechanical harvesting easier. While this practice improves harvest efficiency, it also has drawbacks, including environmental and health concerns.

We met Lee several years ago when he visited Marloth Park to see Rita and Gerhard and experience the bush with us. He has returned several times since. We’ve spent several social events with Lee over the years, and we were thrilled last night when we walked into Jabula and he was waiting for us. He’s here for one month.

While the conversation was lively and animated, Lee explained that he’d gone to Bali and stayed at the same holiday house we stayed in for four months in 2016. He chose that house after Rita and Gerhard stayed there, following our example. We are always thrilled when our readers follow our lead and share the great experiences we’ve had and shared online in our posts.

But the best part is making dear friends from our readership, many of whom we’ve stayed in close touch with. Without a doubt, we’ve continued to see Rita and Gerhard more than any others, and our mutual bond is close and meaningful.

There was a little more water in the Crocodile River after a few hours of light rain.

When Lee told us he bought the house next door to the house we rented (and Rita and Gerhard also rented), and invited us to come stay at any time. We’ve often talked about returning to Bali, and this may be the perfect opportunity.

While we were giddy from the exciting conversation, I had a great idea. What if Rita and Gerhard could join us in 2026, and we all could stay at Lee’s house, which has three bedrooms and a guest cottage, plenty of room for all of us!

A few years ago, during dinner at friends Kathy and Don’s house in Marloth Park, Rita and Gerhard shared their experiences of attending Oktoberfest in Germany in considerable detail. At that time, I told Tom I’d love to have that experience someday, attending the event with Rita and Gerhard, who are from Germany but are now both US citizens. The prospect of going to Ocktobefest has been on my mind since then.

A Big Daddy kudu was standing on a hill in Kruger. We don’t see many kudus when we drive through Kruger National Park. But we see plenty in our garden.

AS it turned out, Lee explained he purchased a “table for ten” for Oktoberfest, and we can join him anytime. We all agreed how fun it would be to attend this exciting event together in October 2026, and also visit Bali. Within minutes, we had Rita and Gerhard on the phone on WhatsApp while we simultaneously agreed that these are “must-dos” for the five of us.

Then, the surprise of all surprises, Rita and Gerhard, known for their surprises, confessed they are coming to Marloth Park on September 3, bringing Rita’s mom from Germany, putting aside their desire to surprise us this time. We are so excited. They rented a house from Louise and made her promise to keep the secret, which she did!

Gosh, these upcoming three weeks in Marloth Park will be exciting! Lee wil join us on Tuesday night for Quiz Night, as well as coming to dinner on Wednesday, and we’ll see Rita and Gerhard soon. On top of that, another of our readers, Christine, and her partner will be joining us at Jabula on September 12, which will likely bring the total number of attendees to more than just the four of us. We leave Marloth Park for Spain on September 14.

Wow! What an exciting night!

Today at 2:00 pm, we are heading to Daphne and Neville’s home for a braai and the South African Springboks rugby game, another fun event in the bush.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, August 23, 2015:

Not the most flattering photo of us. But, we couldn’t resist including a photo of us while in Australia, tasting the Mimolette cheese we’ve written about today, known for its “mites’ that live on the outside of the cheese as it ferments. The US has concerns over “bugs” on cheese. See the post here.

A delightful evening with old friends…An amazing escape for a beloved wild animal…

When Lisa put a plate of yogurt on the perch in her veanda, six bushbabies came to enjoy the treat. It was a treat for me to see them.

It had been quite a few years since I got together with Deidre, the director of Wild & Free Rehabilitation Centre, with Lisa, formerly referred to as the bushbaby caregiver. at Lisa’s home, a few kilometers from here.

Arriving at 4:30 pm as planned, Lisa and I had a few minutes to catch up while we waited for Deidre to arrive, after finishing her busy workload, caring for lost, injured, or ill wild animals in and around Marloth Park with a passion and dedication hard to match.

As the sun was setting at Ngwenya.

Deidre arrived with friend Karin, and the four of us enjoyed beverages and an endless stream of fascinating discussions about Marloth Park and its amazing wildlife, and the issues faced by the rescue center treating old, injured, and sick animals.

Of course, we discussed Norman at length, and when Deidre credited us for “saving Norman’s life” based on the video Tom took about ten days ago, which we sent to her. She and the vets had determined that Norman would be euthanized the next day. After reviewing our video, they determined he was doing better and appeared to be improving on his own, and the next day’s euthanasia was off!

The sunsets over the Crocodile River are always stunning.

Whew! We were both so happy to hear this. When Tom returned to pick me up, he joined the four of us on the veranda, and Deidre told him this story. He was also thrilled to hear that his video saved Norman’s life.

We also discussed Nathan’s injury to his horn, and with so many animals in the bush with horns, apparently, this is a common injury. Deidre and the vets agreed Nathan should heal without incident. That was a huge relief to hear as well. Tom enjoyed the lively conversation with the women, and then we headed home for dinner.

Deidre invited us to visit the rescue center next week, and we’ll write a comprehensive story with photos of the animals in her care afterward. We can hardly wait. The centre is not open to the general public due to the risk of diseases carried by humans. Without a doubt, we’ll be wearing face masks.

A kudu mom and youngster, of course, are looking for pellets.

Back at the house, we sat indoors to have a nice dinner I’d prepared in the morning, and before we knew it, it was time to wander off to bed, to stream one episode of a series, and eventually nod off for a good night’s sleep, which we both accomplished.

At 4:00 pm today, we’ll head to Jabula but stop at the Marloth Park Info Centre to see Louise and Danie for a few minutes. We won’t be going to Jabula on Saturday night since we’re invited to a braai at Daphne and Neville’s home, our teammates on Tuesday’s Quiz Nights. It will be another fun weekend.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, August 22, 2015:

As we approached Rusty’s Market in Cairns, Australia, we knew we were in for a treat. The counter at Fetish for Food is one of many international markets within the vast farmers’ market. For more photos, please click here.

The dentist performed a miracle!..No crowns needed…Fantastic evening with dinner guests!…

Our boy, Chewy, is hanging out in the garden, as usual, even in the middle of the night.

Yesterday, I had a dental appointment to prepare two molars for crowns, both of which broke in the same week. I was fully prepared for the process and the subsequent cost of about ZAR 8000, USD $451. Knowing this was a bargain compared to what we’d pay in the US next May or June, and annoyed with the feeling of the broken teeth in my mouth, I’d decided to get this done before we leave in a little over three weeks with no qualms about the cost.

When Dr. Jones, a highly experienced woman dentist, checked my two teeth again, she suggested repairing them instead of going through the process of a crown, based on my age, heart condition, and use of blood thinners. She’d try to accomplish such a lofty goal, and if she ran into problems, she’d revert to the original plan of two new crowns.

Since I am allergic to some anesthetics used in dentistry and unfamiliar with the one she uses, I opted to go without the injection and tough it out. At times, it was painful, but she was careful and made every effort to make it comfortable for me. It took 90 minutes of lying in the chair with my mouth open. Finally, when she was done, we were pleased with the result, paid the bill, and headed back to Marloth Park, relieved it was done.

Bossy, my favorite female kudu, also visits during the night, lucky to find a few pellets. That is Norman in the background.

However, what shocked us the most was the bill, as shown below:

The above bill for the repair of both of my broken teeth was ZAR 973.90, USD $55.03! In referencing different options for broken teeth, Dr. Jones opted for #4 below. My newly repaired teeth feel normal and comfortable.

There are a few alternatives to getting a crown, depending on why your dentist recommended one (to strengthen a weak tooth, cover a damaged one, or improve appearance). Some of the main alternatives include:

1. Dental Filling (Composite or Amalgam)

  • Best for: Smaller cavities or areas of decay.

  • Instead of covering the whole tooth, the dentist removes the decayed part and fills it with composite resin (tooth-colored) or amalgam (metal).

  • Limitation: Not strong enough if the tooth is severely weakened or cracked.

    Giraffes visiting before sunrise.

2. Inlays and Onlays (Partial Crowns)

  • Best for: Moderate decay or damage, where a filling isn’t enough but a full crown may be too much.

  • These are custom-made pieces (usually porcelain or composite) bonded into the tooth.

  • They preserve more of your natural tooth than a crown.

3. Veneers

  • Best for: Front teeth that are chipped, slightly damaged, or discolored.

  • A thin porcelain or composite layer is placed on the front surface of the tooth.

  • Not as strong as a crown—mainly cosmetic.

4. Tooth Bonding

  • Best for: Small chips, cracks, or minor cosmetic fixes.

  • A tooth-colored resin is sculpted onto the tooth and hardened with a light.

  • Quick and less invasive than a crown, but less durable.

    Zebras were hoping for some pellets. We complied.

5. Extraction + Replacement

  • If the tooth is too damaged, sometimes it’s removed and replaced with:

    • Dental Implant (very durable, feels like a natural tooth)

    • Bridge (uses surrounding teeth for support)

    • Partial denture

6. No Treatment (Monitoring)

  • Sometimes, if the damage is minor or only cosmetic, a dentist may suggest simply monitoring the tooth until intervention is necessary.

After three hours, we returned to the house and got to work prepping for last night’s dinner guests, Carol and Colin, arriving at 4:00 pm. It was a lovely evening with lively conversation, commiserating on our love of the bush, the wildlife, and the scenery, and tidbits of our mutual world travel experiences.

An elephant is searching for food on the dry riverbed.

This afternoon at 4:30, Tom will drop me off at our old friend Lisa’s house, the official injured bushbaby caregiver and host of “Movie Night in the Bush,” joined by our friend and director of Wild & Free Rehabilitation Centre. Several times, in years past, the three of us got together to share wildlife stories and enjoy sundowners. I’m bringing a nice bottle of white wine to share.

Tom will pick me up around 6:00 or 6:30 pm. We already made tonight’s dinner, and it will only take a few minutes to get it ready when we get back to the house.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, August 21, 2015:

In Australia, we spotted many parasitic plants growing on trees, which is a fascinating way nature provides for a plant that must “borrow” nutrients from thriving trees of many varieties. For more photos, please click here.

Do you dread Monday mornings?…Does retirement alleviate this familiar dread?…Norman is on the mend!…

Norman is improving and is now able to lie down to rest his broken leg. He’s able to put a little weight on it. We feed him a voracious amount of healthy fruit and vegetables to help him recover. He often spends several hours a day with us.

There’s something almost universal about the dread of Monday mornings. No matter what corner of the world we live in, no matter what stage of life we’ve reached, Monday seems to carry with it a shadow that hangs over Sunday evenings like a looming cloud. It doesn’t matter if one works in an office, teaches in a school, or even enjoys the so-called freedom of retirement and even a joyful life of world travel; Mondays have a reputation, and not a good one. They are the gatekeepers of responsibility, the unwelcome reminder that another week must be faced, whether we feel ready for it or not.

For so many people, Monday mornings are synonymous with alarm clocks ringing too soon. That piercing sound is rarely kind, interrupting dreams that seemed sweeter than the reality of another commute, another round of meetings, another set of deadlines. The weekend, with its promise of leisure and choice, is cut short by the inescapable reality that we must show up. Monday never negotiates—it demands, it insists. We can bargain with ourselves, press the snooze button once or twice, but in the end, Monday wins.

Part of the dread comes from contrast. Saturdays and Sundays often carry a lighter rhythm, even if they are filled with errands and chores. There’s a psychological difference in knowing those days belong to us, however briefly. We can choose when to wake up, what to do with our time, and how to order our day. But Monday steals that choice away. Suddenly, the hours are structured around commitments we did not freely design. There is a rigidity to the schedule, a narrowing of freedom. Monday reminds us that our lives are, in many ways, not entirely our own.

Norman loves carrots, apples, pears, and cabbage. His left broken leg’s swelling has gone down about 50% in the past week.

The dread is also tied to anticipation. Human beings have an uncanny ability to live inside their thoughts, and Mondays often trigger the mental checklist of everything waiting for us. Emails left unanswered on Friday afternoon suddenly stare back from our inboxes. Projects that seemed distant last week are suddenly due. Even before our feet hit the floor, our minds are already racing through tasks, obligations, and responsibilities. It’s not just the weight of Monday we carry, but the whole week stretching ahead like a steep climb.

There is also something about Monday that magnifies fatigue. No matter how much rest we get, it rarely feels like enough to reset from the demands of modern life. Many people spend the weekend trying to cram in recovery—sleeping late, socializing, catching up on housework—only to find themselves more tired when Monday arrives. It feels as though we are starting a marathon with legs that haven’t quite healed from the last one. No wonder Monday feels heavier than it should.

But not all of the dread is physical or practical. There’s a psychological layer as well. Mondays remind us of routine, of sameness. The novelty of a new week rarely sparks excitement—it signals repetition. For those in jobs that lack fulfillment or joy, Monday can feel like stepping back onto a treadmill that leads nowhere. Even for those who enjoy their work, Mondays still carry the pressure of performance, of having to prove ourselves again, week after week. That pressure can be exhausting in its own right.

What makes this dread so peculiar is that it affects people who technically have no reason to fear Mondays. Retirees often confess they still feel that twinge of anxiety when Sunday evening rolls around. Old habits linger in the body. After years of waking up early, dressing for work, and showing up on time, the mind can’t fully shake the association. Monday is etched into our cultural rhythm as the day of seriousness, of responsibility, of effort. Even without a boss waiting or a desk piled high, the feeling lingers. It is as though Monday has imprinted itself on our collective psyche.

Yet, when we strip away the reputation Monday carries, it is still just another day. The sun rises the same way. Birds still sing. The world does not change its rhythm because the calendar has turned. What changes is us—our anticipation, our dread, our expectations. We project onto Monday the weight of obligation, and in doing so, we give it power. Perhaps that’s why Fridays are celebrated and Mondays are mourned. We’ve collectively decided to honor one and curse the other.

Of course, not everyone feels this way. There are people who look forward to Monday as a fresh start, a clean slate. They welcome the routine, the structure, the chance to begin again. But they are often the exception. For most, Monday signifies the loss of freedom, the beginning of effort, and the burden of another cycle. The dread, then, is less about the day itself and more about what it represents in the story of our lives.

Maybe the challenge lies in reframing Monday, not as a punishment, but as an opportunity. Easier said than done, of course. But when we see Monday as inevitable suffering, it becomes just that. When we see it as a chance to begin anew, to reset intentions, to step into possibility, it can take on a softer tone. The day itself doesn’t change, but our relationship to it can.

Still, the cultural weight of Monday is hard to shake. For many, the dread will always creep in on Sunday night, a familiar visitor knocking at the door. And maybe that’s not entirely bad. Perhaps it’s a reminder that we crave balance, that we long for more freedom, more rest, more joy in our everyday lives. If nothing else, Monday makes us aware of what we’re missing, and perhaps that awareness can push us to shape our lives in ways that feel lighter, not just on weekends, but every day of the week.

Sure, we’ve lightened the load of dreading Monday morning, considering our fulfilling lives of non-stop world travel, but, even so, on Monday mornings, for a few minutes, that feeling washes over me, after which I shake myself loose and remind myself of this extraordinary life we lead. Grateful. Very grateful.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today,  August 18, 2015:

The drive to Smithfield Regional Park in Carins, Australia, was pleasant. The day started sunny, quickly changing to clouds and sprinkles. For more photos, please click here.

New CDC health warnings…

Poliomyelitis virus vaccine.

From Travel & Leisure online magazine here:

“CDC Warns Travelers About Rising Global Risk in New Health Advisory—What to Know

The agency urges updated vaccinations and enhanced precautions for trips to Europe, Africa, and beyond. By Michael Cappetta, published on August 7, 2025

The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) updated its global travel alert for polio, warning Americans against the spread of the disease.

The advisory, which was last updated this week, classifies the polio virus as “Level 2,” encouraging Americans to “practice enhanced precautions” when traveling internationally. Countries with circulating poliovirus include popular destinations like Finland, Germany, Spain, the United Kingdom, and Kenya.

“Before any international travel, make sure you are up to date on your polio vaccines,” the CDC wrote in its advisory. “Before traveling to any destination listed below, adults who previously completed the full, routine polio vaccine series may receive a single, lifetime booster dose of polio vaccine.”

Most people who contract polio don’t feel sick and experience minor symptoms like fever, tiredness, nausea, headache, nasal congestion, a sore throat, a cough, stiffness in their neck and back, and pain in their arms and legs. However, polio could cause more serious symptoms in rare cases, including permanent loss of muscle function, which the CDC said could be “fatal if the muscles used for breathing are paralyzed or if there is an infection of the brain.”

Beyond just getting vaccinated, the CDC recommends travelers practice good hand washing and take precautions to drink non-contaminated water.

In addition to polio, the CDC issued a warning for the chikungunya virus in both China’s Guangdong Province (which was updated last week) and in Bolivia. Mosquitoes spread the virus, and while the most common symptoms are fever and joint pain, the CDC said travelers are “at risk for more severe disease, including newborns infected around the time of birth, older adults (65 years or older), and people with medical conditions such as diabetes or heart disease.” The agency recommended pregnant people avoid traveling to affected areas, especially if they are close to delivering, since the virus can be passed to the baby if the parent becomes infected.

The CDC said travelers heading to these areas should get vaccinated, use insect repellent, wear long-sleeved shirts and pants, and stay in places with air conditioning or with screens on the windows and doors.

The CDC also monitors other global diseases like dengue fever, which is currently classified as “Level 1” concern, along with measlesyellow fever, and more. Currently, the CDC has not issued any “Level 3” or “Level 4″ advisories, which recommend travelers reconsider nonessential travel or avoid all travel to the destination, respectively.”

When we see Doc Theo for prescriptions before we leave South Africa in September, we each will get polio vaccine boosters, which we haven’t had since before we left for our world travels in October 2012.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, August 17, 2015:

The side yard off the kitchen in Trinity Beach, Australia. Many of the huge plants in Australia are used as small houseplants in the US and other countries. For more photos, please click here.

Sleep patterns of wildlife in the bush…

Wildebeests near a water hole in Kruger National Park.

When people visit Kruger National Park, or other African national parks, they often imagine the animals roaming endlessly across the savanna, always on the move, always visible. Yet, much like us, the wild creatures of Kruger have their own rhythms of rest. Sleep in the bush is not about luxury or indulgence. It is about survival, when to let down one’s guard, when to recharge, and when to be hyper-alert. The way animals in Kruger sleep is as varied as their shapes and sizes, each adapted to the demands of predator and prey, day and night.

Lions, for instance…If you’ve ever spent a full day on a game drive, you may have noticed lions doing what they are most famous for: lying around. They can sleep anywhere from 16 to 20 hours a day, sprawled out under a shady knobthorn tree or flopped on a patch of cool sand along a riverbank. For them, conserving energy is essential. Hunting takes tremendous bursts of power, and since they don’t need to forage constantly, they can afford these long naps. Visitors sometimes chuckle at the sight of the “lazy lion,” but there is wisdom in that idleness. Every ounce of strength is stored for the night, when hunting parties set out under the cover of darkness.

In contrast, antelopes such as impala barely dare to rest for long. They snatch short bouts of sleep, often standing up, and rarely for more than a few minutes at a time. Always alert, constantly scanning, they live in a world where slumber could mean becoming a lion’s dinner. Impala may accumulate just a few hours of fragmented rest in 24, relying on the safety of the herd and the advantage of many eyes and ears. There is no luxury of sinking into deep sleep—only a constant balancing act between the need to rest and the need to survive.

Elephant mom and youngster.

Elephants, surprisingly, sleep very little compared to their massive size. They average only about 2 to 4 hours of sleep per day. Most of this happens in the early morning hours, often while standing, though occasionally an elephant will lie down for a deeper stretch of rest. Because they must consume hundreds of pounds of vegetation daily, much of their time is spent walking, browsing, and searching for water. And yet, even in such short windows of rest, elephants are remarkably efficient. Watching a massive bull gently doze, trunk dangling loosely, is a reminder that rest need not be extended to be restorative.

Giraffes take this minimal sleep to another level. Once thought to rarely sleep at all, scientists have discovered they do rest, but usually no more than 30 minutes to 2 hours per day, often in very short intervals. Their awkward height makes lying down risky—they need precious seconds to scramble to their feet if danger approaches. Sometimes, a giraffe will curl its long neck back and rest its head on its body, a sight that seems almost improbable. These fleeting naps are enough to keep them functioning, their survival strategy rooted in vigilance more than comfort.

Zebras share a similar pattern with impalas. They rest standing up, catching light naps throughout the day and night. But when they do lie down for deeper sleep, they rely heavily on the herd. One zebra may doze while another stands guard, an unspoken agreement that safety lies in numbers. It’s humbling to think that such iconic, sturdy animals rarely surrender themselves entirely to rest, their lives a perpetual dance between fatigue and alertness.

Crocodile resting at Sunset Dam.

Predators, in general, can afford longer sleep. Leopards, being solitary and masters of stealth, often rest in the crooks of trees where few can disturb them. They may spend 12 or more hours a day lounging, their spotted coats blending with the dappled light of marula leaves. Hyenas, despite their reputation for chaos, also enjoy a decent amount of rest, though their active social lives and long-distance scavenging keep them more on the move than lions.

And then, there are the smaller creatures of Kruger—bushbabies, mongooses, and genets. These animals often follow nocturnal rhythms, sleeping during the heat of the day and becoming lively when the sun sets. A bushbaby tucked into the hollow of a tree can easily sleep 10 to 12 hours, waiting for the cool evening when insects abound. Sleep, for them, is both a shield against the harsh sun and a preparation for their busy nights.

What ties all these varied sleep habits together is the deep thread of adaptation. In the human world, we often take sleep for granted, imagining it as a nightly necessity and nothing more. But in the wild, sleep is a finely tuned balance between vulnerability and survival. A lion dozing for half the day is no lazier than a giraffe snatching mere minutes. Both are living exactly as evolution has taught them—resting just enough, in just the right way, to keep them alive in a place where danger and beauty coexist so intimately.

As visitors, we sometimes long to see animals in motion, expecting every sighting to be a chase or a dramatic encounter. But in truth, watching them sleep is just as telling. It shows us the quieter side of the bush—the rhythm of nature that pulses beyond the human clock. Sitting in a vehicle, gazing at a pride of lions piled together in the shade, or watching an elephant drift into stillness, we are reminded that rest is not wasted time. It is a strategy, a necessity, and sometimes, a luxury.

Hippos seem to require a lot of rest, often sleeping from 10 to 16 hours a day.

Sleep looks different for each creature, but its purpose is the same: survival. Whether it’s two hours or twenty, light naps or deep slumber, every heartbeat of rest allows the wild to continue its endless story. And perhaps, as travelers, we can take a little wisdom from that, learning to rest in our ways, in our times, without guilt or hurry, simply because it is essential.

Even here in Marloth Park, where predators are few, the instinct of the wildlife is to always be on guard for their safety and sleep no more than that of the animals in the national parks. We often wonder where the animals hide to hunker down at night. However, based on the number of daytime animals we see on the trail cam at night, only mongoose, warthogs, monkeys, baboons, and birds appear to hide away at night to sleep.

Last night, we had another fantastic evening at Jabula, enjoying the ambiance, the food, and the lively banter with Dawn, Leon, Corine, and the multitude of customers that wandered in and out. Tonight, we take our same seats at the bar, which Dawn is saving for us, while the bar fills with sports enthusiasts to watch the South African team, the Springboks, play another exciting game of rugby. They are in first place in the international league.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, August 16, 2015:

In Trinity Beach, Australia, dozens of cockatoos have been swarming the yard over several of the past late afternoons, stopping to check out the pool. For more photos, please click here.

Important visa news for 29 countries..How does this impact us, or does it?…

From Travel & Leisure online magazine here.

“Passport Stamps Are Disappearing Across 29 Countries This Fall—Here’s What Travelers Need to Know

What was once a built-in souvenir is becoming obsolete as new technology takes over. By Opheli Garcia Lawler