After six days in the delta, we switch to drier country. The Kalahari Plaines Camp is situated in a very different habitat, surrounded by dry grassland, scattered stands of trees and bushes. The long straight horns of Oryx stand above the grass and we get a good show as two males fight it out with loudly crashing horns and springboks are enjoying the last rays of sun.
Heading out in the twilight of the next morning two honey badgers refuse to give way to us as they run for more than a kilometer in front of our car until they finally disappear into the bushes. Along the way we come across bat-eared foxes, black-backed jackals, squirrels and of course a lot of birds.
Three cheetahs make for the undergrowth to go into hiding and hope to get a bite for dinner.
Giraffe are looking down on us, are majestically gaiting from one tree to the next to nibble a bite and one of them is kind enough to cross in front of the setting sun.
The last morning in the Kalahari is full of exciting action: First the vultures descend on the waterhole to fill up. Next a pack of wild dogs shows up. They get interested in a group of wildebeests that is grazing nearby and decide to show off their hunting skill. However, the males spread out and start chasing the dogs while the females form a protective circle around their offspring. Numbers being not in their favor the wild dogs have to admit defeat and lumber off.
As we want to descend from the jeep at the airstrip, Doris jells ’snake‘. Brooks: black mamba! And klick, klick, klick ….. our shutters go. Beautiful but deadly, she keeps everybody at a very respectful distance and we only descend once the ’she went into a whole‘ gives the all clear.
After six days in the delta, we switch to drier country. The Kalahari Plaines Camp is situated in a very different habitat, surrounded by dry grassland, scattered stands of trees and bushes. The long straight horns of Oryx stand above the grass and we get a good show as two males fight it out with loudly crashing horns and springboks are enjoying the last rays of sun.
Heading out in the twilight of the next morning two honey badgers refuse to give way to us as they run for more than a kilometer in front of our car until they finally disappear into the bushes. Along the way we come across bat-eared foxes, black-backed jackals, squirrels and of course a lot of birds.
Three cheetahs make for the undergrowth to go into hiding and hope to get a bite for dinner.
Giraffe are looking down on us, are majestically gaiting from one tree to the next to nibble a bite and one of them is kind enough to cross in front of the setting sun.
The last morning in the Kalahari is full of exciting action: First the vultures descend on the waterhole to fill up. Next a pack of wild dogs shows up. They get interested in a group of wildebeests that is grazing nearby and decide to show off their hunting skill. However, the males spread out and start chasing the dogs while the females form a protective circle around their offspring. Numbers being not in their favor the wild dogs have to admit defeat and lumber off.
As we want to descend from the jeep at the airstrip, Doris jells ’snake‘. Brooks: black mamba! And klick, klick, klick ….. our shutters go. Beautiful but deadly, she keeps everybody at a very respectful distance and we only descend once the ’she went into a whole‘ gives the all clear.
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