Hello friends, sorry it has been awhile since the last installment from our South African adventure. Internet connections are hard to come by in Africa! We have been home for a few weeks now but many of you have been asking about our last adventures.
Heads up: grab a coffee for this post and hold on to your seats, this is going to be a heck of a story. I was hoping that the next post in our African adventure was going to bring you fantastic wildlife shots and stories of surveying the African bush….but there is in fact a very different story to tell!
I’ve decided to do this story in installments because a) it keeps you hanging on the edge of your seat waiting for the next installment and b) it is just that long!
Very early on the Tuesday morning of January 17, we headed out for our once in a lifetime Big 5 safari. We held great expectations for the next four days: Seeing the Big 5 up close and personal, staying at a private game lodge. This was going to be a dream come true!
I should at this point let you know that we drove ourselves 6 hours by car from Johannesburg, in my uncles’ SUV that he graciously lent to us for this excursion. Driving through the mountain passes we experienced some pretty heavy rain, but as is typical in Africa it was heavy at times and then cleared pretty quick. So, on we went.
We arrived at the lodge at lunch time and were greeted by the owners who let us know that we were the only two guests in camp, and welcome to your very own private game experience. “Wow!” we thought, “we are truly in for a treat.”
At about 3:00pm, our Ranger said that the scheduled afternoon game drive would have to be postponed as the rain had now increased and off roading in the bush would get us stuck in the mud that once were dirt roads. My heart sank. That’s too bad, but oh well we have three more days.
After a lovely dinner, we headed to bed.
By this point the pathway to our chalet was a small river, and shoes were pointless. Let me tell you, the rain poured and poured that night like I have only ever heard once before: on our Honeymoon in the British Virgin Islands! Which brings me to the title of this post: Mr. T. and I were experiencing our second cyclone of our marriage, in our second year of being married.
A quick aside to fill you in: Our second week of honeymoon was spent on a 50 foot catamaran, sailing the British Virgin Islands, sounds glorious doesn’t it? Well, three days in and Subtropical Cyclone Otto was bearing down on us sending us scurrying to the nearest hotel for cover for the night. We spent the night listening to gale force winds tear at the roof with rain lashing at the sliding door. In the morning there was a Jacuzzi on the floor where there was previously tile. My nerves were shattered.
Fast forward to this Tuesday night and we have the same scenario repeating itself. Only know I’m concerned that I’m going to see lions and rhino’s float past my sliding glass door in a second. Oh did I forget to mention the SLIDING DOOR DID NOT LOCK?!?!?
We woke up at 5:30 am Wednesday morning with Cyclone Dando pelting us with sheets of water that did not stop all day. Notice the cactus leaning over precariously? The ground was too saturated to hold it up anymore!
I cannot tell you the irony of the whole situation being a carbon copy of what we endured in the BVI. Here is a bullet point list of the similarities:
The Kruger National Park region received 480 mm of rain in 30 hrs. That’s the entire rain fall for the year! During our BVI experience, they had more rain fall in 3 days than had EVER been recorded in Tortola (the capital) since they began recording the weather there.
- Hoedspruit (the closest town to our lodge) was declared a National Disaster Zone and we had reports of the South African army airlifting people on rural farms to safety. The BVI declared a State of Emergency during Cyclone Otto.
- During both experiences power had been cut off due to the storm. Which means no communication as to what it is you are dealing with, i.e. what kind of storm is this? Is this passing over you? Is it going to stop, how urgently do we need to evacuate?
- At both places where we stayed the common areas (which is open air) were flooded and incredible amounts of debri and mud covered the living and dining rooms. The staff at the game lodge got up at 5:00am and began shoveling mud out.
- Both cyclones we have been through have been record setting in their regions, both in rainfall and in damage sustained.
- During both storms we have been fortunate enough to be on the outskirts of the eye of the storm, and have only experienced the flooding caused by them.
So our Wednesday was spent with squeegees and brooms in hand helping the lodge staff manage the deluge as best we could.

Using rocks to diverge tributaries, we battled the water for over 10 hours. We heard reports over the bush radio that all access in and out of the entire game reserve was cut off. Entire roads had been washed away, leaving gaping 15 meter wide and 4 meter deep chasms with raging waters in their place.
We weren’t going anywhere for a while! Let alone in my uncles’ SUV!
Thursday morning, with the rain having stopped, we attempted our first “bumble around” in the land Cruiser to assess the damage in the area and “try” to see some game we had originally come for!
I tell you what, that ride was intense! We got stuck in the mud and had to dig ourselves out of extremely sloppy mud using rocks and tree branches under the wheels. 
When we did get going our ranger “put foot” and hurtled that cruiser through the single track bush trail at about 65km/h just so we didn’t get stuck again! Our poor tracker Eddie, sitting on the front of the cruiser was bouncing so much he looked like he was on a trampoline! It was all Mr. T. and I could do to look at each other with eyes as wide as saucers and hold on and stay in the vehicle. Mr. T. likened it to racing a Ferrari – only this was in the bush!
We did see a couple giraffe (the lovely lady giraffe at the beginning of this post was one of them) and some buck, but that was about all.
Back at camp lunch was served in the hide and the chirps could be heard once more from the insects and birds coming out of hiding. 
This little guy is a Red Billed Hornbill and he was extremely brave and hung out with us for a good 20 minutes.
Our lodge hosts then came to give us the good and bad news. I hate that, cause quite honestly is there really any “good” news in a situation like this – just give it to me straight! The low down was this: they were running out of food (nothing was coming in remember) and the fuel supply that was keeping the generators going was down to the last 40 litres. The good news… We can arrange for an Army Airlift by helicopter for you, but we have no idea when that will be: today (being Thursday), Friday or Saturday.
With that we will pause the story for today. Tune in on Monday for the next installment of our adventure in the soggy bush. The Great Escape!
Stay dry friends!
