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The midnight hours belong to the witches. They cavort in the dim light and they cast spells over me; reality becomes illusion, and illusion may be the truth… You can listen to my thoughts here: Enjoy!...

More veld walking. You can listen to my impressions below. Enjoy!...

I decided to move my camp. Some twenty kilometres North-west, I started finding more and more game sign, and I decided to explore the area a bit. You can read about my first impressions here: Enjoy!...

The time after the camp chores had been completed, when I can sit down with a last cup of wine in the dark is special to me. Here are my thoughts. Enjoy!...

When the day is spent and the air is soft and orange and cool on the skin, it is for me the time to sit back with a glass of wine and relive experiences far and near, and draw from them those special moments that can bring whole new stories. I tried to capture some of it here for you. Enjoy!...

During the hours of darkness the many carnivores that rely on stealth and concealment prowl the veld for prey. They become bolder and more aggressively predatory, even towards species (such as humans) that they may tend to avoid during daytime. When I become aware of the presence of one of dangerous ones in the vicinity of my camp, the night becomes saturated with that special mix of fear and exhiliration that only the African wilderness can induce! You can listen to the drama of such a night here: Enjoy!...

As a boy living in the Kruger Park with my family, I would often hear the frustrated exclamation, “We drove all day and saw almost nothing!” That would roughly translate into “a few impala and some blue wildbeest and zebra grazing in the distance.” A walk through untouched African bushland would, probably to their surprise, be even more dissapointing. Very little typically happens on such walks. One can easily be left with the impression of slogging through an endless expanse of savannah vegetation which, apart from the few birds that might flit past, is without life. Of course the...

The African night is alive with sound and life. Living this frothing abundance holds wonder at both that which is revealed and that which is not. It is deeply rewarding to me. It arouses the senses to new levels of awareness, yet it is quieting to the mind; a time to disengage from the impressions of the day and to reflect and ponder. Reflection and pondering is fulfilling, even as it brings both pleasure and sadness. You can listen to my impressions here: Enjoy!...

There were several game paths leading generally Northwards from the big pan, with lots of sign on them – some old, some fresh. I decided to follow one of the paths Northwards to see where it led. You can listen to my observations here Enjoy!...

I should start preparing dinner, but for now I will indulge in some wine and let my thoughts drift to what I saw and heard and thought during my four-hour walk of today. It turned out to be a rather uneventful walk – like so many in the African wilderness. But to me it was interesting to slowly decipher, even if only in small part, the rythms and patterns of life in this area, from the few sightings and the signs left by the inhabitants. Here are my thoughts. Enjoy!...