Zulu Nyala Heritage Safari Lodge Hluhluwe

... our vehicle and continues right up to it so that we have to back up. It is a quite frightening (only our launderer knows for sure how much).<br><br>So what about the lions? &#8220;Pussycat, pussycat, I love you. You and your pussycat eyes. You and your pussycat nose. You and your pussycat toes.&#8221; Well, we have been on three full-day game drives through three separate game reserves/national parks and we have not seen a single lion in South Africa yet. Today, we manage to see a ...

... merc, has just gone off. I think it is a plan, just incase you hadn't seen it, when driving in. At least the 4x4 can drive over it, should we need a quick get away.<br><br>Just outside the windows of this house, and accross the house, the builders have started to grade the land to build more Zimbali houses. Bloody noisy, that's what it is!<br><br>The fridge is a bit complicated to work out. Lights flashing, etc. As long as the beer is cold....<br><br>More later, if you can handle it.<br>

... if they survive it Will have people remind them, their whole life long. Today I feel like giving up completely. I know I've got so much to learn. I'm just not sure I care enough anymore. This PhD can keel over and burn. The bright side: Of course I won't give up. The park is beautiful. A cup of tea will solve all as usual. But still - it's hard sometimes.

Driving back into Hluhluwe lifted my heart. The vegetation looks so green in comparison to the places I have just been. I find my soul is filled with a sense of appreciation and worth. The wind blows across the mountains as I drive higher and higher. This is a truely special park and I feel privaleged to consider it my home. Hello Hluhluwe. Nice to see you. Now let's have some fun.

At times, the beer flows. At times, the fire is light. At times, the sun goes down. At times, the meat cooks. At times, friends are around. At times, you feel lucky to be alive. At times, you can sense the hope of love in the air. At times, weekends are the best days of your life.

... and got some pretty good close-up views. Also got pretty close to a massive crocodile that he said was 50-60 years old, and then saw a lone hippo in the water. He went under water, and our guide suddenly said "Ok we have to get out of here really fast." You can imagine that we paddled pretty hard, and no damage done. We were back at the hostel in time for a quick bite of lunch down the street, and then we all drove out to Cape Vidal, a bit north of St ...

... who don't normally get a chance to get funding - but just so you know - no one else in the right mind will commit four years to doing such a difficult project without support, especially as people tell me to give up all the time. Your policy basically means that you don't effectively channel your money to areas that need it most. I am the only non-African working on this project - you would've helped so many people - you would've filled the mandate of your dead sponsor, who ...

A Day of Critters When I woke up I knew that I had to get moving....literally. This had been my last night in my home in Hluhluwe. Today I had to move out before the old residents arrived back the next day. I walked over to the forest tweedy, known formerly as the Forest Palace. The paint had dried but it was full of old mattresses, broken wood and a bedraggled wardrobe. 'Fine', I thought. 'Time to move in the new stuff.' I hadn't even thought about breakfast. There was too much ...

... Come and have a look' "Great. Thanks." As we walked over towards the moving van, all I could hear was: 'Oh my God! They've filled in the hole! After three months, the day I am leaving, they have filled in the hole!' "Wow! They actually did it!", I said as I approached. 'Jesus! I can't believe the hole is gone!' "Neither can I. I just asked if they could fix it." 'And they listened to you? Yikes. I should've gotten you to ask sooner. So I guess you are ...

... the way his shoulders grew tall, that made me double think. Usually I would turn to my passenger for guidance, reassurance or a measure of the situation, but now that I am on my own, things come down to the wire. It's my decision, my assessment that counts. It's my life alone that is in the balance. What should I do? If I started to reverse it would be a signal of submission, but a hint that the game would be on. I have seen larger vehicles than mine be nugged ...