Hiking Cape Town: Judas Peak via Suikerbossie

Since moving to Hout Bay, we’ve been itching to climb the back table of Table Mountain. The last of the peaks making up the long line of the Twelve Apostles is called Judas Peak, naturally. Continue reading

(Unsuccessfully) Hiking Cape Town: Oude Skip

We park beside a giant sand dune at Sandy Bay and climb over it to the reach the trail. We don’t know much about this hike, other than the city of Cape Town pronounced it a “no go” spot due to thefts and muggings. But that was at least 2 years ago. Continue reading

victoria falls, zambia

Botswana/Zambia Diaries, Days 9 and 10

With only one full day left of our trip, at the top of our list is a visit to Victoria Falls. After a big breakfast at the main camp with our new friends and a re-fixtured back window (these people are saints), we head off to the Mosi-oa-Tunya National Park entrance to walk the boardwalks and trails across the river from Victoria Falls. Victoria Falls, or “The Smoke that Thunders,” is not only huge—incomprehensible in size from being so close to it, but also loud and WET. Continue reading

safari in chobe

Botswana/Zambia Diaries, Day 8

We wake up before the sun for our 5:30am guided drive through Chobe—our last of the trip. It is cold, especially on the 8-minute drive from the lodge to the park gate. They supply us with blankets, and we end up just throwing them over our heads.

There are 9 of us in our truck and about 10 trucks just from our lodge alone—many more than there were on yesterday’s drive. This is when the whole safari thing can start to feel a little bit like Disney World. Continue reading

elephants in chobe national park

Botswana/Zambia Diaries, Day 7

Our first morning at the Chobe Safari Lodge is fantastic. We spend it reading, relaxing, drinking coffee and not cleaning out a refrigerator. This is the first day we don’t have to pack up our camp or drive our truck at all. Instead, we spend a lot of our time dealing with animals that have decided to use our campsite as their second home.

Warthogs are no longer difficult to photograph, because there’s a group of them that, after head-butting me in the leg to try and get me to drop my bread (I might have egged them on), decide to nap in our camp.  Continue reading