Monday 18th Dec 2017

Spazio turisti

Questo spazio è a disposizione di viaggiatori che vogliano condividere le loro esperienze e sensazioni di viaggio con i lettori che frequentano questo sito perché sono interessati al Sud Africa in particolare e all'Africa in generale. La pagina è aperta a tutti, anche per denunciare eventuali situazioni e comportamenti spiacevoli, purchè non si sorpassino i limiti del lecito. I racconti possono essere corredati da fotografie. La lunghezza la lasciamo libera, ma ci riserviamo di accorciare o non pubblicare quei racconti che assumano dimensioni romanzesche. Faremo anche noi uso di questo spazio per condividere le nostre riflessioni su qualche viaggio che abbia lasciano in noi un'impressione più forte del solito. Attendiamo i vostri racconti.

Very close encounters of the furry kind

A personal story written by Graham Howes -  The Kgalagadi Trans Frontier Park incorporates the old Kalahari Gemsbok National Park (South Africa) and the Gemsbok National Park on the Botswana side of Nossob. This is a massive park, in excess of 80 000 square kilometres, including game management areas in...

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Incontri molto vicini del genere peloso

Una storia personale scritta da Graham Howes - Il Kgalagadi Trans Frontier Park comprende il vecchio Kalahari Gemsbok National Park del Sud Africa e il Gemsbok National Park nella parte del Nossob in Botswana. Si tratta di un parco enorme, di oltre 80.000 chilometri quadrati, che comprende aree di fauna...

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More lions

"Start your engine"By G.M.HowesPhotos by Paddy Howes“Start your engine”, the urgency and panic palpable, broke the icy silence (-8 degrees Celsius), emanating from the lips of our female travel companion; our night of camping at Kidney Pan in the Mabuasehube Reserve was irrevocably disturbed.We had arrived at the game guard...

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My South African experience... and suggestions for future tourists

Micol Fasolato from Italy - The worst thing which can happen to you is to love it so much that you might decide to move there! - On the morning of the 16th October 2012, I arrived at Johannesburg International airport, after dealing with a 12 hours flight, where I...

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Storie di leoni

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Kalahari magic

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Mozambican fishing story

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Sud Africa sotto la neve

Quello del 2012 sarà ricordato come uno dei più freddi che si siano mai registrati in Sud Africa. Le temperature notturne sono scese spesso sotto lo zero e la presenza di aria umida in circolazione ha causato nevicate insolitamente abbondanti un po' in tutto il paese. In diverse occasioni i...

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Quattro giorni nella Garden Route

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A fishy fairy tale

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Carnevale per centomila a Cape Town

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The Green Kalahari

di Alessandra Atti Di Sarro fotografie di Claudio Farinelli – Rainbow Media GroupFino a qualche settimana fa l'espressione “The Green Kalahari” non aveva molto senso. Ogni volta che avevamo affrontato la lunga traversata da Cape Town verso nord per raggiungere il Kgalagadi Tranfrontier Park (circa 1000 km) il colore che...

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Cape-to-Cairo carnival rocks the mother city

Photos by Claudio Farinelli from the Rainbow Media Group The third annual Cape Town Carnival shimmied and shook its way through the city's streets on Saturday night. It was watched by over 60 000 spectators.The theme for this year's carnival was 'Cape-to-Cairo'. It featured nearly 2 000 dancers and performers. The...

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Il Carnevale di Città del Capo dal Cape Quarter a Green Point

La parata dei carri del Carnevale di Città del Capo si svolgerà la sera di sabato 24 marzo, dalle 20 in poi, lungo il chilometro e mezzo circa di strada che va dal Cape Quarter, in via Chappini, fino a York Road, a Green Point. Il tratto di strada che...

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The Cape Town Carnival Parade from Chiappini Street to York Road

The Cape Town Carnival is an annual street parade, which has called Long Street its home for the past two years. This year the carnival spreads its wings and ventures to the Cape Town FanWalk on Saturday 24 March 2012, starting at 20h00.The success of the past two years has...

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Il carnevale dei Cape Minstrels

Il 2 gennaio a Città del Capo si festeggia il Twede Nuwe Jaar, vale a dire il Secondo Capodanno. Sembra che anticamente fosse il giorno di festa accordato agli schiavi perchè si riposassero e divertissero dopo aver servito i loro padroni durante le feste di fine anno.Nell'Ottocento questa giornata è...

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Natale a Città del Capo

Le immagini classiche del Natale mostrano invariabilmente presepi, alberi di natale, paesaggi innevati, persone imbacuccate. Ma soltanto in una parte del mondo il Natale è veramente così. Sicuramente in tutto l'emisfero australe viviamo un Natale diverso. Il Natale di Città del Capo è nel pieno della stagione estiva, tanto da...

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Olandese Volante

Il Capo di Buona Speranza e l'Olandese Volante Quello che da secoli è il Capo di Buona Speranza era stato per secoli il Capo delle Tempeste. Il cambio di nome fu deciso dal re portoghese Enrico il Navigatore dopo il successo dei viaggi di Bartolomeo Diaz nel 1488 e di Vasco...

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Il mio primo viaggio in Sud Africa

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Una storia personale scritta da Graham Howes

Il Kgalagadi Trans Frontier Park comprende il vecchio Kalahari Gemsbok National Park del Sud Africa e il Gemsbok National Park nella parte del Nossob in Botswana. Si tratta di un parco enorme, di oltre 80.000 chilometri quadrati, che comprende aree di fauna controllata in Botswana e quello che era conosciuto come il Mabuasehube National Park. Un ambiente selvaggio di tipico Kalahari, considerato deserto e fatto di sabbia, cespugli, erba e alberi di acacia. (Il Kalahari è ufficialmente classificato come ambiente semi-desertico ed è noto come la più grande e ininterrotta distesa di sabbia nel mondo, circa 1.2 milioni di chilometri quadrati).

Le autorità hanno aperto diversi percorsi e quello che io ho coperto per 15 volte è un "wilderness trail" chiamato Polentsa Trail. E' un itinerario di 260 chilometri da fare in tre giorni in campi base, che vuol dire proprio un campo senza alcuna attrezzatura e soltanto qualche albero a fare ombra. Si viaggia su una pista di sabbia e si campeggia in uno spazio senza recinti, alla mercè di qualsiasi animale selvatico che decida di far visita.

Nel mio ultimo viaggio, ai primi di giugno del 2012, nella seconda notte di campeggio, ho avuto un'esperienza stupefacente e impressionante. Il Kalahari rivela i suoi segreti con riluttanza, per cui suppongo che potrei aggiungere "privilegiata" alle precedenti valutazioni.

Dopo aver cenato (G. Howes viaggiava con 3 compagni che figurano in questa storia soltanto per la loro cospicua assenza negli eventi a seguire), eravamo seduti attorno al fuoco a chiacchierare in quella fredda notte - la temperatura sarebbe scesa a 7.5 gradi sotto lo zero, per cui suppongo fossero gli occasionali sorsi di rinfreschi liquidi a riscaldare le parti interne del corpo che non potevano essere raggiunte dal calore delle fiamme) - quando sentii un debole "oomph", la parte finale del "waaugh oomph" di un leone che annunciava la propria presenza. Se quella chiamata rimane a una certa distanza, è il sottofondo ideale a una notte africana a contatto con la natura selvaggia. Questo re invece aveva altre ambizioni e nella mezz'ora successiva i ruggiti si fecero sempre più vicini.

A una certa ora l'altra coppia si ritirò nella sua tenda sul tetto della macchina e il mio amico nel bagagliaio del nostro furgone che fungeva da letto per lui. Io me ne andai nella mia piccola tenda montata sul terreno. (Direi saggia scelta, quella di ritirarsi intendo, mentre sulle dimensioni della tenda ho qualche riserva). Come sempre, avevo montato la tenda alquanto lontano dagli altri per godermi i suoni della notte e come sempre avevo lasciato i teli davanti aperti, così da avere solo le reticelle fra me e il mondo esterno.

Il nostro visitatore ruggì un'ultima volta, più vicino di quanto tutti noi avremmo gradito, e poi fu silenzio. Dopo un po' mi addormentai anch'io.

Mi svegliai al suono di qualche creatura pesante che galoppava attraverso il campo. Sbirciando attraverso le reti nell'oscurità appena attenuata dal chiarore lunare, potei distinguere tre leoni adulti, un maschio e due femmine, che si aggiravano per il campo. Disteso su una brandina da campeggio a livello del suolo, avevo davanti a me tre feroci predatori ed ero armato soltanto di una pesante torcia Maglite. Quando uno dei leoni diede una scossa alla tenda mi misi a sedere, giusto in tempo per vedere la tenda formare una rientranza perché un altro leone si era appoggiato al telo posteriore. La protuberanza si ebbe un colpo con la torcia che le fece fare un balzo e la indusse a spostarsi verso l'entrata della tenda. Conservo scolpita nella memoria l'immagine di un'enorme testa che si gira nella mia direzione e da appena un metro di distanza guarda intentamente verso il punto in cui sono seduto. Non potei far altro che puntargli dritto negli occhi la torcia accesa e ringraziare nel vederlo allontanarsi.

Per più di due ore i tre leoni continuarono a correre intorno al campo, giocando con due teli delle nostre attrezzature da campeggio, una delle quali non ritrovammo più, con il maschio che di tanto in tanto ruggiva con tutta la potenza dei suoi polmoni. Ma alla fine lui se ne andò, i ruggiti divennero sempre più attutiti dalla lontananza, mentre le due signore rimasero un po' più a lungo (probabilmente cercando di stabilire se sarebbero riuscite o no a procurarsi un pasto).

Nonostante tanta attività nel campo, il mio amico, che non sente bene da un orecchio e si era addormentato su quello buono, non sentì nulla, mentre gli altri due erano troppo spaventati per fare qualsiasi cosa (e questo è quello che intendevo prima, riferendomi al fatto che furono cospicui per la loro assenza: tempo di trovare compagni di viaggio con un buon udito, Graham).

Alla fine mi riaddormentai. Al risveglio il campo era coperto di impronte di leone. Mai una tazza di caffé ebbe un aroma così buono.

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"Start your engine"
By G.M.Howes

Photos by Paddy Howes

“Start your engine”, the urgency and panic palpable, broke the icy silence (-8 degrees Celsius), emanating from the lips of our female travel companion; our night of camping at Kidney Pan in the Mabuasehube Reserve was irrevocably disturbed.

We had arrived at the game guard camp late that afternoon and whilst filling in the requisite forms to register our presence, I had in conversation with the staff remarked that I had never seen lions in this area and only heard them on my previous visits. An American Zoology exchange student happened to be present, he obviously got one of the more remote postings with little or no facilities and a 6-ton lorry as his form of transport, and upon hearing my comment he recounted his experience from the previous evening.
 
He had been part of a work group building toilets at the very camp site we would be spending the night. At the end of the day the staff had gone to sleep on the back of the lorry and he had retired to his “one man bicycle” tent. During the night he woke up with a large weight pressing down on him and without much thinking involved smacked the amorphous lump, the lump happened to be a lion. When his head cleared sufficiently to recognize the fact that he had slapped a lion, he shouted out to his staff, “start your engine” and they had come to his rescue.

With this piece of information we headed to our campsite, set up camp, cooked and ate our dinner then retired to our respective tents, my wife and I in a roof top tent and our friends in a small dome tent on the ground.

The urgent and panicked call came at approximately 02h00, when I enquired exactly how I may assist them they asked if I could help them get into the back of their Landrover. Out I went, through the two zips which enclose the tent and onto the roof where in the beam of my torch’s light I spotted 3 lions behind their tent. I informed them that the lions looked to be pretty relaxed, with that the husband exited the tent, in the freezing conditions to say he was inadequately dressed would be an understatement, t-shirt, shorts and barefoot he sprinted the 10 metres between his tent and his vehicle, armed with a duvet and a torch. Once the back was open he called his wife, she emerged in a nightie and carrying two pillows. Now all they had to do was get warm on the metal base of their bakkie which by now would have been as cold as ice. Finally my wife insisted she needed to pee and so I had to climb down from the safe haven of the tent to fetch a basin, I returned to discover she was having attacks of nausea from the excitement.

The lions watched this pantomime with obvious interest but not fully appreciating the effort it required and upon its conclusion did not even bother to applaud, there really is no pleasing some critics.

After a rather uncomfortable night we awoke with a rather pressing need for coffee, but our visiting pride was still very present in our campsite. We watched what could be described as very large kittens playing with our belongings.

They pulled our socks of the washing line and played tug-of–war with them until they got ripped apart, attacked my wooden camp chair and completely destroyed the cushions on all the chairs. One of them even decided he wanted my kettle and ran off with it and took the spade just in case.

Eventually they moved off and we could begin to collect our belongings from the veld. Coffee was made, in another kettle as mine was nowhere to be found, and we moved down to the pan to watch the antics of the resident meerkats. Our reverie was interrupted by yet another urgent call from the campsite, as fast as we could without running we headed back to find my friend’s wife smoking a cigarette with the need for some serious calming.
 
In time she explained how she had walked just over the ridge to attend to a call of nature and as she was finishing this call she turned around and found herself staring at a lioness lying on the ridge with its head resting on its paws, lazily studying the behaviour of the females of the human species.

Needless to say we packed up and left this campsite.

When we left the reserve I asked the game guards to keep an eye open for my kettle As I was due back in a couple of months, I thought that if by some miracle they found it, it would be a nice story to have my lion chewed kettle back. To incentivize the guys I promised to reward them with some shirts.

Months later when I did return, the game guard was by my car before it came to a stop, kettle in hand.

This kettle was restored and used on several more trips into the Kalahari until it was completely destroyed by a spotted hyena one fateful night. Such is the life of a camping kettle, primal, brutal and savage, never boring.


More lions

By G.M.Howes
Photos by Paddy Howes

We found ourselves at Bosobogolo, in the Mabuasehube Reserve, sitting around the fire on a typically crisp Kalahari evening, the hardwood fire had reached its peak and the potjie pot (3 legged iron pot) produced a magnificent lamb stew.

I decided that little more light would do justice to the meal and so walked to my Landcruiser to find a candle for the camping table. As I walked back one of my travel companions shone a weak light in my direction to simplify my task. Having earlier unpacked several plastic crates from the back of the bakkie, I knelt down to scratch in the boxes, my attention was diverted from the task at hand by a rather strained “look out” coming from the camp fire. I looked up and in the poor light I could see a male lion standing broadside to me no further than 10 metres away. Slowly I sank to my haunches and kept as still as humanly possible; an eternity later he turned and walked away.

The fire was built up and the meal was eaten in less than ideal circumstances, tension and food do not make great companions. Upon finishing I suggested to the occupants of the other vehicle in our party to take the spotlight and inspect the surrounding area to see if they could find our now departed visitor, or at least that is what I thought.

The pan is 9km around so I could follow their progress by watching the spotlight swivel to and fro spotting whatever game was in the vicinity, which turned out to be jackals and springhares.

My wife and I decided to retire to the roof top tent and were approaching a deep slumber when a noise at the back of our vehicle rudely interrupted. Peering through the mesh window of the tent I saw our visitor chewing on our empty water container and washing up bowl. In the harsh environment of the Kalahari, for more than half the year water is a rare commodity and he could obviously smell the water residue in the containers.

Having disturbed the beast he glared up at me and proceeded to stroll alongside the bakkie which is the precise moment my wife chose to look out, the sheer size and proximity of the lion left her completely traumatized. She lay back down and started to shiver, the cold coupled with intense fear has a tendency to cause this type of reaction.
 
Having been raised to be the protector of the family I felt it my duty to do something about the situation. I moved to the front of the tent and opened the flaps a touch and shone my torch directly into the eyes of this magnificently intimidating animal, biting back the dread I clapped my hands and shouted “voetsak”. It proved to be rather ineffective as the lion simply stood his ground and looked at me with contempt, his stare spoke clearly and it said, “Don’t you dare speak to me in that tone, this is my territory.” Unable to solve the problem my next act was one best described by the old saying, discretion is better than valour, and so I closed the tent flaps and slowly lowered myself back on the bed.

Eventually the other vehicle returned and I informed them to be careful as the lion was still in camp. The problem was that the occupants of the vehicle tended to snore rather loudly and during the course of the trip, upon my encouragement, had moved further and further away. This was the last night and their tent was a full 60 metres away and on the ground, this was a risk they did not deem worthy of taking, which left them with the option of sleeping in their bakkie. One crawled into the back (it was covered with a canopy) and the other lay across the two front seats, having no blankets or pillows it turned out to be not the most comfortable of nights.

The remainder of the night proved to be uneventful, other than the fact that my wife insisted on sleeping inside the bakkie with towels over the windows to be safe from the scrutiny of the large shaggy lion.

Dawn found us walking around the campsite, much needed cups of coffee in hand, inspecting the spoor of our friendly neighbourhood lion. As it turned out he had a friend and their presence was everywhere, we found where one of them lay down and in the impressions left behind the sheer size of him was very impressive. Following their movements we found that one of the two had shown an obvious interest in the vehicle of our companions, with footprints right next to the door of the bakkie, curious as to what was inside.

When these encounters happen one is extremely apprehensive and intimidated by the experience. The lion is the alpha predator in his environment and not only are they big, much bigger than one would expect, they are also wild animals and what they may do is guesswork.

Thankfully in my experiences so far they seem to be simply curious, long may that last.

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A personal story written by Graham Howes
 
The Kgalagadi Trans Frontier Park incorporates the old Kalahari Gemsbok National Park (South Africa) and the Gemsbok National Park on the Botswana side of Nossob. This is a massive park, in excess of 80 000 square kilometres, including game management areas in Botswana and what was known as the Mabuasehube National Park. This is a wilderness environment consisting of typical Kalahari: comprising of sand, shrubs, grasses and acacia trees, it is referred to as a desert. (The Kalahari is officially classified as semi-desert environment and is known to be the largest uninterrupted sand field in the world, some 1.2 million square kilometres).

The authorities have opened various access trails and the one I have travelled 15 times is a wilderness trail called the Polentsa Trail. It is a route of 260kms lasting 3 days with basic camps, meaning a designated camp site with no facilities other than the odd tree for some shade. One travels on a sand track and camps in an open environment, exposed to whatever wildlife may choose to pay a visit.

On my last trip, early June 2012, and on the second night I had an awe inspiring and intimidating experience. The Kalahari reveals its secrets reluctantly so I suppose I could add privileged to the above statement. Having finished our supper (G.Howes was travelling with 3 companions who only feature in this story by their conspicuous absence in the events that followed), we were sitting around the fire chatting on this cold night - the temperature would plummet to -7.5 degrees below (my guess is that there was possibly the odd liquid refreshment to warm internal parts which the fire could not reach) - when I heard a faint "oomph", the final part of "waaugh oomph" of a lion announcing its presence. If that call remains at a distance it is a wonderful backdrop to an African night in the wild. This king had other ambitions though and over the next half hour the roars came closer and closer. Eventually the other couple retired to their roof top tent, my friend to the back of the bakkie which doubled as his sleeping quarters and I went off to my small dome tent. (I would say wise choice, retiring that is, but about the small dome tent I have my reservations). As usual I had pitched the tent away from the others to enjoy the night noises and as always left the tent flaps open with only the netting between me and the outside world. Our visitor roared one last time, closer than any of us were comfortable with, and then silence. Eventually I fell asleep.

I awoke with something heavy galloping through the camp. Peering through the netting into the moonlit darkness, thankfully a full moon, I could see three full grown lions, 1 male and 2 females, walking around our camp. Lying on a low camp bed I was looking up at these alpha predators and my only weapon a heavy Maglite torch. After one of the lions bumped my tent I sat up, only for another to lean on the back of the tent, making it bulge inwards. This bulge got a thump with the torch, making it jump and then walk around the side of the tent to the front. I have a mental picture etched into my memory: a moonlit profile of this enormous head turning and looking at me a mere metre from where I lay. All I could do was shine my light at him and thankfully he walked off. For more than two hours they ran around the camp, they played with two canvasses from our camping gear, one was never found, and the male would roar with all his might every now and then. Eventually he moved off, the roars getting dimmer and dimmer, the two ladies remained a while longer. (Probably deciding if they could get a meal or not).

Through all of this, my friend, who is rather deaf in one ear and had fallen asleep on his good one, heard nothing, while the other two were too intimidated to do anything. (This is what I meant by conspicuous by their absence earlier: time to find travel companions who can hear, Graham.)

Eventually I went to sleep and awoke to a camp overrun with lion spoor. Never has a cup of coffee tasted so great.

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