March 29, 2025
"Manzi" means "Good water" in the Zulu language
Today, giddy with excitement, we went on our first game drive of this cruise. It started with a two hour bus ride to Bonamanzi Park, a private 8000 hectare reserve. They boast populations of 4 of the Big Five--elephants, rhinos, water buffalo, and elusive leopards. Only lions are missing here.
Three separate trucks drove out into the bush. Ours was last, so our driver tried to avoid taking the same dirt tracks as the other vehicles. Can't really call them roads. They follow the contours of the land, tipping us to crazy angles, dashing through running streams, and sending us temporarily airborn over unexpected bumps. (The excursion was not recommended for people with mobility issues, back or neck problems. Needless to say, we held on tight.) It worked out well for us to strike off in another direction because otherwise, the game might have fled by the time we came up in third place.
Our guide told us they call impalas "McDonalds" because of the distinctive black arches on their hind quarters. And yes, we saw a McDonalds restaurant in the town of Richard's Bay. They really are the unofficial American embassy all over the world.
One thing is a must for a game drive. Keeping quiet. The animals seemed not to pay attention to the sound of the truck motor, but a loud human voice will disperse an entire herd. Unfortunately, we had one person with a particularly piercing voice who couldn't understand that. She called out in excitement whenever she saw something, exclaiming how cute the creature was and how she wanted to take them back to the ship. She sent a trio of warthogs high-tailing into the bush too fast for us to snap a photo. A word from the driver didn't deter her. It took several other passengers telling her she was too loud to finally pound in the message.
That said, we were encouraged to quietly say when we thought we saw something. The trouble is...anything could almost look like something and still be a dreamed up wish fulfillment. As we were passing through a plain of tall grasses, a dark shape caught my eye. It sat still as stone as the wheat colored shafts undulated around it. The shape revealed itself in increments while the grasses moved. As my mind knitted together the bits and pieces, it seemed "catlike" in its outline and watchful posture.
Denise, the woman seated directly in front of me, turned and looked back at me wide-eyed. "Did you see that?"
I nodded. Maybe it wasn't just a trick of light and wish fulfillment. We were too far past it to give a general alert to the driver, but we are both convinced we glimpsed a leopard and learned first hand why they are called "shadow cats."
Pretty girl, isn't she? |
Our driver told us the giraffe babies recognize their mommas by the specific reticulated pattern on their bodies. Females have more of a sloped back than males. Also, males tend to loose the tufts of hair on their spiky head fighting with other males over ... what else?... females. Those aren't horns. They are protuberances that grow from their skulls and are covered with hide and hair.
Then our driver left the tracks and took us over the short cropped grass into a glen of yellow-barked "fever trees." There were five white rhinos calming having a late afternoon munch.
Twilight doesn't last long here, so our driver hurried us back to the lodge when the light began to slant over the landscape. |