Dawn walk in the Kruger National Park, South Africa.

Much to my consternation Bruce signed us up for a Dawn Walk one morning.  Dawn starts at around 5.00, and it is the best time of day to see the animals.  I loathe leaping out of bed early (or even getting slowly out of bed early) but found myself (with Bruce) climbing in to a Land Rover at 4.30 one morning.  The others in the group were young people – in their late twenties or early thirties.

I had a moment of concern about this age gap, but Bruce and I are both very fit, though a four-hour walk at 4.30 in the morning is really not my cup of tea, fit or otherwise.

We drove for about twenty minutes, taking little tracks through the scrub where tourists cannot usually go, and parked by a kopje (rocky hillock) somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

The Rangers gave us a good talking-to:

“Stay in a tight group,” they said.  “Do not make any sudden movements or sudden noises. Do not talk as we walk. If we are told to get-behind-that-tree, then do it immediately and ask no questions. No screaming. No flash photography. No cameras that make odd noises. No mobile phones – turn them off. Obey at all costs. We do not wish to be obliged to shoot any of the animals, they said, but if we are in danger we will shoot. However, you must not put us in danger by not obeying our instructions.”

Okay, we all said.

Agreed, we all said.

Blimey, I thought.

monkey with baby

The rangers (two men) loaded their guns, told us to get behind them in single file and to follow.  We climbed the kopje (one of the rangers, stunningly good-looking, periodically held a hand out to me when there was a steep rock to get up, which was unnecessary but very gentlemanly, and I felt that being a teeny bit feeble could work to my advantage if a rhino suddenly charged ….) and we climbed to the top and then sat down and admired the view.

The scrub stretched off in all directions, dotted with small groups of trees. It was almost totally light by now and the sun was already getting hot.  Nothing moved. Occasionally a bird flew up out of the foliage, calling as it went, but the huge, silent and motionless space was otherwise undisturbed.  It was beautiful.

The previous day an elephant had overturned a car that got too close, and the previous week a German woman had been gorged by a charging rhino.  She was OK (in hospital) but it was not an incident that any of us wanted to experience first-hand.

The Rangers explained about the noises the various birds were making – that is a warning call, this one is a mating call and so on.  Their expert eyes scanned the bush as we clambered down the kopje in to the scrub land where water buffalo and rhino, lions and elephants were lurking secretly at every turn.

I stayed as close to the rangers as I sensibly could.  A few people joked about hiding behind Bruce – he is a big man.  A Belgian girl needed to pee and was curtly told that she couldn’t. We walked. Every now and then the lead ranger held a hand up (ah good! A lion! I thought – so exciting!) and we all stopped, trying to breathe silently, and waited in our tight little group and peered warily in to the bushes around us. Nothing.

Rainbow bird

So we continued walking. The bush thickened. We crossed a dried-up river bed.  The bush thinned. We crossed some scrub land filled with exquisite little red flowers. We saw a lot of millipedes.

And we walked. Suddenly a ranger held up a hand again. Silence. Hearts pounding. Group close together. (Goody! I thought! A crocodile!  No, no, not a crocodile, there is no river.  So water buffalo ?  I like water buffalo ….)  One of the rangers crept quietly ahead …. We waited …. Some huge creature was about to charge at us … the ranger was making sure it wouldn’t ….

Nah, nothing.

And we walked some more.  And some more.  The Belgian girl was desperate to pee, and so was I now, so we crouched together behind a bush while the others turned their backs (I expect there is a lion in the bush, I whispered, so pee quietly!)  And then we walked some more.

At some point we stopped for “breakfast” (I’ll keep my opinions about that to myself).  By this time the rangers were starting to point out elephant droppings and rhino droppings and cracked branches and even the millipedes.  One of the rangers made a few jokes about not knowing where the car was, and the other ranger told us a worrying story about a monkey and a giraffe … or it might have been about a zebra and an ant.  I can’t remember.

We walked. And there, suddenly, in front of us in all its majesty was what we all by now very very badly wanted to see – the Land Rover.

“Done dawn walks,” I said to Bruce. “Done that. Don’t need to do one again.”

lake

 

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Posted on 27/11/2012 by Catherine
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  • No-Backpacker

    We didn’t go to Kruger Park when we were in SA in December, but we might go in April, when we are going back to SA. However we were in Pilanesberg and it looks like it was quite similar. 🙂

  • CatherineBroughton

    Hi NoBackpacker. I think most of these parks are failry similar, all over Africa, yet what they can reveal is something I never tire of … Thanks for your comment!

  • Very well written post. I felt like I was along for the journey. Visiting Kruger is very high up on my list of things to do in the next few years. It looks like an incredible experience.

    • CatherineBroughton

      Thanks Jen. It is so amazing it should be obligatory for everybody!

  • Els Mahieu

    I’m already excited just reading your post 🙂 4.30 am is early, but I’m sure you quickly forget it as soon as the first animal is in sight!

    • CatherineBroughton

      South Africa is stunningly beautiful and the wildlife desperately in need of protection (all over Africa).

  • Jessica

    Wow, it sounds like it was quite an adventure to be so close to all those incredible animals.

  • Hannah Logan

    This is one of my travel dreams! What an awesome experience- so jealous. Love the little monkey- so cute!

    • CatherineBroughton

      Those monkeys are a real pain actually! Utter theives, all of them , cheeky little things that they are!

  • Even though it was too early, you got some great photos. I especially love the one of the bird.

    • CatherineBroughton

      Actually my husband is the photographer. I sketch instead. The rhino at the top of the page was also South Africa, but at Mbongo.

  • Lorrie Brooks

    I can see how that would be frustrating waiting on animals to appear great shots

    • CatherineBroughton

      It is odd, you can wait for hours and see nothing, or you can wait 2 minutes and almost every African animal under the sun wanders by!

  • zof

    I would never ever wake up. I’m glad you did so I can see your pictures.

    • CatherineBroughton

      thanks zof! xx

  • Christine Messina

    I am dying to go!!!! Great pictures

  • CarmensTravelTips

    We plan on going on an African safari one day. I’m an early riser so getting up at 4:30 a.m. wouldn’t be much of a problem for me.

  • Looks like the early start was worth it as you go some great shots there. Cant wait for my upcoming trip but I am so not going for a 4.30am start.

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  • Ashley Howe

    At least you did it, just once. It’s a shame you didn’t see any lions, but still – I really enjoyed reading your post.

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