After being forced to cancel our 2020 trip to Kruger National Park because of Covid, we finally got organized and travelled to the park for a North to South journey through its wilderness.
We entered via Punda Maria gate and our first impression was that the park was very dry and that it would be a challenge for the animals to survive. Soon we found many elephants and buffalo that made us forget the three-day journey from Harare.
We were distracted by one of the elephant groups when we made the mistake. We missed the turning to the Punda Maria Rest camp (1) where we were booked for the night. We drove on and passed yet another dry water course but Mabel spotted something black and red. We immediately stopped and reversed to have a second look.
There were Southern Ground Hornbills (Bucorvus leadbeateri), two adults and one youngster, at first sight, drinking from the mudhole. After unpacking the binoculars and the camera, Mabel realized that they were not behind a mud mound but a buffalo that had become buried in the mud and died. Later, a meat eating animal had opened the carcass and it appeared that the hornbills were feeding from the buffalo carcass.
We could not see if they were taken scraps of meat from the dead animal or feeding on its grassy gut contents or on the insects that were present.
The three hornbills. Two parents (red heads) and a youngster (grey head).
So, we then got to a junction with the road to Pafuri towards the north and needed to turn around to get to Punda Maria. We drove back for about 20 kilometres. However, it was a lucky mistake.
A few days later we visited the place again and, to our surprise, the hornbills were still there. We also noted a pair of fish eagles that were diving at the hornbills and picking up something from the ground. There were lots of dying and dead catfish in the mud and both hornbills and fish eagles were feeding on them.
Feeding on dead catfish.
The fish eagles.
Nothing goes to waste in nature!
(1) The name was given in 1919 by the first ranger to be posted to the area, Captain JJ Coetser. He mistakenly named his post Punda Maria in the belief that this was the Swahili name for Zebra, the first big game he saw on arrival. The correct Swahili name is actually ‘punda milia’ (meaning Striped Donkey). When the error was pointed out to him, he chose to retain the name, in honour of his wife, Maria, who bore him 12 children. (Extracted from https://www.krugerpark.co.za/Kruger_National_Park_Lodging_&_Camping_Guide-travel/punda-maria-camp.html)
Mercedes is a nice city of the Corrientes Province in Argentina. We usually spend one or two nights as our first stop on our way from Uruguay to Salta, another Argentinian province where we have our small farm.
Apart from spending the night and rest after the long drive from Carmelo, we look for “chipas”, a local and delicious buns made with casava flour and cheese that we usually consume very fast during the next day of the journey.
It was while walking towards one of our favourite bakeries that we noted a rather discrete plaque on a wall:
This was a rather unusual find that indicated that Yuyo Figuerero (Yuyo) was related to a company called NADA or, as this Spanish word means “nothing”, not being a professional, he was taking the meek of those who are! The example below are the type of plaques that usually indicate a place where professionals live and/or work:
I could not find a company called NADA in Argentina so I became more convinced about the idea that it was a clever joke! But I needed a proof and other issues took over this story.
Recently, searching among my pending work I found the Yuyo file and decided to Google “Yuyo Figuerero” and, eventually, I found a site in Facebook named “Yo admiro a Yuyo Figuerero” (I admire Yuyo Figuerero) (1) through which I got some information and, more importantly, I found someone called Mora Figuerero that I assumed was his daughter.
I immediately contacted her and, although being busy, she took the time to answer my message and my questions. An interesting life story emerged!
Yuyo Figuerero is now 92 years old and still going strong for his age (a few days back he announced that he would only dress with country clothes!). He was the only son of a medical doctor and his mother was part of a numerous family, known to be fun-loving. A shy boy, Yuyo went to Buenos Aires to study medicine, but he got “distracted” by the nightlife there, a strong temptation during the 50´s where famous names such as the “Los Panchos” (2) and Eydie Gormé (3) who he befriended, the same as some of the vedettes from the “Teatros de Revista (4) were at their zenith of fame.
As expected, Yuyo did not finish his medical studies (probably this was the origin of the plaque!) and returned to Mercedes to manage the family´s land. He re-connected with his old friends and relatives. It was a time of abundance and big parties and Yuyo and friends would create different funny shows to animate them.
Unfortunately, most of his friends have passed away but Yuyo continues active on Facebook (5) a great way of learning about the history of Mercedes and his life.
In 2010 as part of the celebration of the International Men´s Day, Yuyo was given a Special Mention by the Municipality of Mercedes. He was among several important personalities that “… have stood out in different spheres of society, leaving an imperishable work or trajectory, serving as examples of work, perseverance and responsibility” in the town history. A just recognition to a really special man!
I wish him well and will continue to admire his sense of humour!
(4) Revista (French: revue) is a dramatic sub-genre of comedy that combines music, dance and short theatrical scenes or humorous or satirical sketches. The revue combines elements of burlesque, vaudeville, extravaganza, and musical comedy, but is distinguished from all of these by its erotic charge and dramatic simplicity. See: https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Revista_(g%C3%A9nero)#:~:text=Revista%20(en%20franc%C3%A9s%3A%20revue),o%20sketches%20humor%C3%ADsticos%20o%20sat%C3%ADricos.
If, like us, you prefer to camp at rather remote locations, getting a good cell phone signal is an important issue. I remember it not being a problem during our earlier bush adventures but life has changed.
We need to stay in touch with our children, check on the latest world news (I wonder what for!) and, for some people like me, listen to a few talk and sport shows on the internet radio. Other communications options do exist but to get a satellite phone is very costly not to consider buying its airtime. Recently, I was given a new gadget called a “satellite link” that enables your cell phone to send text messages, a bit like what we do with WhatsApp but via a satellite. However, I have not tried yet as it does not seem to function in this latitude.
However, not all is lost as you can still, by some miracle of the cell phone signals, get communication (albeit sometimes precarious) from some areas in the bush. Interestingly, these are very precise locations and, usually, associated with trees.
We came across the well sign-posted cell phone bench, under a large tree, at Sirheni Bush camp in the Kruger National Park where people would sit to talk on the phone. At Mandavu dam in Hwange National Park, the exact location of the signal was marked by a shampoo container that had been cut to allow the perfect fit of a cell phone. If you moved one metre in any other direction your signal was gone!
More recently, we found the best example, so far, of one such places located at Chishakwe Safaris at the Save Conservancy in the Zimbabwe low veldt. In this case it was a large baobab that was clearly advertised and also offered a dead tree trunk where you could sit on to enjoy your conversation!
Needless to say that I have thought about how this takes place and I still cannot find a clear explanation. I believe that the tree could act as a screen where the signal would, for some reason get “trapped” there. The fact that this “phone tree” was a leafless baobab destroyed one of my theories that the leaves had something to do with it!
Even more difficult to explain is the finding of really specific signal areas like the one I described of the cut shampoo container! I have searched Google for an answer and did not find any. More recently, I have consulted some experts in communications and I am waiting for their reply.
When camping in Africa we are all exposed to nature and learn how to manage. While this allow us to come in rather close contact with interesting animals, some can be a problem or even a menace. I am not referring here to poisonous/venemous? snakes or large mammals but to the primates, particularly the baboons!
Admittedly, they are often entertaining and their babies can look very sweet. The truth is that baboons can be ruthless killers and they do not hesitate to snatch a vulnerable prey. I have seen them killing doves at waterholes and newly born gazelles, despite their mother´s efforts to defend them!
Baboons drinking in the morning.A baboon plucking a dove caught at the dam’s edge.Riding in comfort. A young baboon on mum´s back. Picture by Julio A. de Castro.
They are intelligent animals, always watching your movements in the campsite, ready to pounce on you and snatch that only pack of butter that was meant to last for the whole stay!
Do not be delluded thinking that baboons will keep away from you while you are in the camp. I recall that many years ago, while visiting Mzima springs in Tsavo West National Park, Mabel found herself surrounded by vervet monkeys showing such aggressive behaviour that required the two of us to tackle them to make them leave us alone!
We suffered an unforgettable and rather violent encounter with a rather large male baboon that has left an indeleble mark on us, particularly on a newcomer to Africa that was one of our group (see: https://bushsnob.com/2019/10/06/a-visit/). Whenever she sees or hears a baboon, regardless where it is, she collect a handful of stones!
We have also witnessed major disasters such as baboons demolishing a tent in Serondela camp in Chobe NP because the people went for a game drive and left their food inside!
In more recent history, monkeys and baboons have been ruthless with us while camping in Mana Pools to such a point that we always leave someone in camp when we go game viewing.
However, nothing matches the experience of some fellow campers whose tent was broken into and emptied of the food that they was to last them… It was a strong tent made of thick canvass but it still was not apt to resist a troop of baboons. They were lucky that we had some spare food that we gave them that helped them to survive the planned stay.
Despite my dislike of baboons, what we saw with my late brother an early morning at Mana mouth in Mana Pools National Park has left an indelible memory linked to him and baboons. On that ocassion we approached a very large acacia tree by the Zambezi river that was completely packed with baboons, probably over a hundred of them of all sizes. It was an amazing sight but, before we could get ready for what could have been a great picture of a “baboon tree”, the hairy mass stirred.
What followed was one of the incredible sights that the bush has for its lovers. The whole troop decided to come down the tree simultaneously. The tree rapidly emptied itself from its load as they descended down all branches converging at the main tree trunk into a giant furry snake that would crumble the moment it reached the floor, its pieces running in all directions, panic stricken!
The sight did not last more than 10-15 seconds but it made as forget out campers’ dislike for baboons and we now look at them more kindly than before. Al least until they come for our camp yet again!
After a few years we returned to the Gonarezhou National Park, now run by the Frankfurt Zoological Society under an agreement with the Zimbabwe National Parks. We drove to Mabalauta through the Masvingo road and turned off at Rutenga and continued towards the Sango border post until the Mabalauta entrance. The road was rough!
After our three nights at Mabalauta we drove North through the park to the Tented camp at Chipinda Pools.
Although we heard lion, leopard and hyenas at night, we did not see any and we also missed the wild dogs that are meant to be present in the area. Although the Mabalauta area was rather disappointing from the game side, the views were very beautiful from the area around Simiwini, at Buffalo bend. The latter rest camp has also been renovated and it looks very well maintained, still keeping its wonderful baobabs, impala lilies and herd of nyala.
We drove along the river and had a couple of picnics by the river at the Manangani picnic site and also drove to Rossi pools and searched -fruitlessly- for Wright tower. Later, when re-fueling at Makonde we learnt that it had been demolished as it was crambling and it was considered unsafe. I hope that the park authorities have kept the sign that would welcome the visitors to the tower.
The sign in Wright’s tower.
Rossi pools is now also a campsite and we were very disappointed to find a party of South Africans with at least four 4×4 plus large trailers that occupied the whole area, including the supposedly public (from 6 to 18hs) viewing platform. So, after squeezing through cars, tables and people, we reached the viewing platform, only to find it full of their gear. When finally we managed to position ourselves and try to watch the pool we had to greet more people seated below the platform! We left in a hurry!
There are five large and shady campsites at Mabalauta with a good ablution block with lots of hot water although 2 showers and 2 toilets appeared to be hardly enough for a fully occupied camp but probably it is not full very often as it seemed to be a stopover place.
The drive to Chipinda Pools was long, rough, dusty and largely devoid of game. The tented camp at Chipinda was very comfortable and without frills (as such a place should be!). The four permanent tents had a great view over the Runde river from where we watched, not only mammals but also lots of birds. There were at least two resident genets that were seen every night. The first night, the smell of our BBQ attracted a spotted hyena that suddenly and silently came for a close inspection of our dining area. Luckily, these powerful carnivores rarely bother campers.
We drove to the Chilojo Cliffs and, although we knew them from previous visits, they still impressed us like the first time. The views of the river from the top of the cliffs were vast and beautiful with several elephants dwarfed by the height and distance to look like fleas.
On the way and coming back we crossed the Runde river at the Fishan causeway.
We had some difficulties with one of the cars to negotiate a causeway that were solved when 4WD was engaged!
At another crossing we had a more exciting time as the river was deeper and the wading route less clear. However, Patricia, my son’s girlfriend, performed as an expert during her first ever river crossing experience!
After a while our road back to camp was blocked by elephants with many infants and they formed a compact group, still on the road. Aware that time was passing, we reversed a while to see if this would relax the atmosphere but no great changes in behaviour were detected.
To make matters more complicated, another group placed themselves at our back, cutting any possibility of further backward movement. We were sandwiched by the elephants and truly stuck so we decided that our only (forced) option was to wait and watch. We did this for well over an hour until we noticed a slow movement towards the river guided by the older animals.
It was then that we realized that there were about 50-60 elephants in front of us and 20 at the back. We believe that their behaviour was probably protective to the youngsters.
Eventually, the road was clear and we managed to go through with some trepidation but unscathed! It was now too late to get back to camp in time so we got ready for a reprimand or worse, a fine for driving at night. It was indeed dark when we arrived at one of the internal gates that was -reasonably- closed. We thought we would have to spend the night there but soon a ranger came out of the darkness and, after asking our destination and checking with the park office by radio, after a while, we got authorization to continue. Later we noted that we were followed by a car and we realized that we were being escorted back!
We arrived with no further problems and no questions were asked!
To end this post, below I present you with a video and a picture slideshow of the sites and animals we saw during this great safari.
Holed baobab. Pic by Patricia Ruiz Teixidor.
Baobab at the golden hour. Pic by Patricia Ruiz Teixidor.
Guineafowl. Pic by Patricia Ruiz Teixidor.
Guineafowl. Pic by Patricia Ruiz Teixidor.
Nyala male. Pic by Patricia Ruiz Teixidor.
Nyala male. Pic by Julio A. de Castro.
Male greater kudu. Pic by Julio A. de Castro.
Three greater kudus posing! Pic by Julio A. de Castro.
Klipspringers. Pic by Julio A. de Castro.
Egyptiam geese and young. Pic by Patricia Ruiz Teixidor.
Egyptiam geese and young. Pic by Patricia Ruiz Teixidor.
Egyptiam geese and young. Pic by Julio A. de Castro.
Pic by Julio A. de Castro.
Giants. Pic by Julio A. de Castro.
Pic by Julio A. de Castro.
Pic by Julio A. de Castro.
Curious. Pic by Julio A. de Castro.
Grey-headed bush shrike. Pic by Julio A. de Castro.
Malachite kingfisher. Pic by Julio A. de Castro.
Skidding saddlebill stork. Pic by Julio A. de Castro.
At the airport yesterday I saw a new book on Professor Chris Barnard by James-Brent Styan: ‘Heartbreaker’.
It’s fifty years since the world’s first heart transplant and the famous surgeon and playboy is in the news again, as people use the anniversary to look back afresh . .
A while ago I had found Aitch’s 1983 diary. Her entries to record her overtime as a cardiovascular perfusionist assisting during heart ops had abbreviations likes “palliative VSD 1.5hrs; MVR 1.5hrs; CVG”.
One of her entries in December was ’17h00 Wed 14 Dec Farewell for CNB, Nurses Lounge, Clarendon House’. I knew that CNB meant Christiaan Neethling Barnard as she worked with him at the time. She would run the heart-lung machine to oxygenate the blood while he and the other surgeons worked on the patient’s heart.
I had time before my flight so I thought I wonder if they have…
This is the first post dealing with Dr. Barnard from bewilderbeast.org as he kindly commented on my earlier post and let me know about it. I believe it is very interesting and another proof that the world is smaller than we think!
Jessie’s grade 10 class had Dr Chris Barnard and Heart Transplants as a subject last week.
When she told me I asked, ‘Did you tell them your Mama worked with him?’ Actually, no she hadn’t. She vaguely knew Mom had done it, but wasn’t confident enough to step forward. My shy Jess.
So out with Aitch’s old albums of her working next to the old sleazy charmer, still quite young back before 1983 (when he retired). She says he tried his luck to get her to go out with him one night, as he apparently did with all the nubiles on the team.
And there in the pics was Aitch in theatre greens and mask: The cardio-vascular perfusionist operating the heart-lung machine – ‘the oxygenator’ – that kept the patient alive once the blood circulation had been diverted away from their own heart and lungs. And there was the…
While working in Mozambique about 12 years ago, we frequently visited the Kruger National Park as it was quite easy to get from Maputo to its southern entrance through the Crocodile bridge. Although the favourite camp for the family was Lower Sabie, we also visited Biyamiti Bush Camp, a favourite of mine.
“Biyamiti” is a word in the Shangaan language, which means “a fence of sharp wooden spears”(1). Built in 1991, it is the most recent of the bushveld camps in the Kruger Park and I like it as it has only 15 cottages and it has a small but interesting area that only the camp residents can drive in.
Some camps keep Visitors books that go back several years where people write their experiences while staying at that camp. I always read some of the more recent comments to get the latest information on animal sightings, just in case. At one of the bungalows a lady that clearly frequented the place talked about the “leopard tree” where, according to her, years back a leopard could frequently be seen with its kills (we looked for it but did not find it). There were also many references of finding leopards on the access road to the camp but we also missed them although we heard them close by at night!
At that bungalow I got my first surprise when I saw that someone that signed as Chris Barnard stayed there in 1993. I believe he was no other than Dr. Christiaan Barnard, the surgeon that performed the first heart transplant in 1967. (2)
At another bungalow I found that Lindsay Scott (with her family) stayed there in 2009. I believe her to have been the well-known Zimbabwean wildlife artist (3). Luckily I have bought some of her prints and a great painting of a pair of crowned cranes that I cherish greatly today!
(1) I think this is an ambitious translation for one word, but I cannot find another.
I have used Dalsey, Hillblom and Lynn (DHL) for many years now and they have been good with one exception that will be at the end of this post. You may be asking yourself what is that company, a question that will be settled when I informed you that it is DHL, the international courier founded in 1969 when these three people finally accepted that there was no hope for improvement in the existing postal services worldwide and, in 1969 started their own mail service!
We are now on our usual italian break to see our daughter in Rome and, walking about I saw a van with this written on it:
This would not have been a surprise, except that, when I looked at the remaining of the van I saw that it was in fact a DHL van!
Either the sign on the door is a mistake or I stopped understanding how big companies work!
I was perhaps more perplexed a few years back when working in Rome.
Enjoying watching animals while working in Africa, I decided that it was time I got myself good binoculars. My friend Roger (that sadly passed away a few years back) recommended me a German make that, although very expensive, had, in his experience, an excellent customer support.
It was quite an investment but its optical quality was amazing and I was very pleased with them. However, from one day to the next I found that the vision was no longer crisp and, to my dismay, discovered that one of the eyepieces had an eyelash inside that had just moved to the center of the field! As the unit was sealed from the factory, I immediately phoned the manufacturer.
At first they were incredulous but when I insisted, they accepted to look at them and told me to send it to them immediately. I used DHL and they got to the manufacturers very fast. They gave my binoculars immediate attention and, very apologetically, confirmed the fault. Two days later I got a tracking code to collect then from a DHL office in Rome.
Anxious to get my binoculars back, I was there the following day, unprepared for the surprise waiting for me.
I was informed by the DHL attendant that their van had been robbed and that my parcel was among those that had gone!
I was devastated and immediately phoned the binoculars company that were also shocked. However, they said, there was an insurance and the product would be replaced. When I mentioned that I needed them for a trip abroad in a couple of days, they told me that they would send new binoculars to me immediately and claim the insurance later!
This second time DHL was not robbed and I got new binoculars to take with me during my travel. They have been with me ever since.
If you search for “Bedele” in this blog, you will find a few stories of our stay there in 1988-9. During that time, we got to know several people, some were working in the project I was managing while others, although they worked in other sections of the veterinary laboratory, were neighbours in the housing compound where we lived.
Among our neighbours, Lea and Getahun (not their real names) were the closest and we fondly remember the time spent together up to the present day. We had a few laughs when Lea made great but unsuccessful efforts to teach me how to spin cotton by hand! A few occasions we joined efforts in neighbour activities such as to chase away the hungry mongooses that were after her chickens or scaring the monkeys from our vegetable garden. She also guided us on the food availability options in Bedele as well as keeping us supplied with “injera” (1) and other special breads and local food.
Tibetan woman spinning wool in Pokhara/Nepal. Credit: Clemensmarabu. Legend: Creative Commons CC0 1.0 Universal Public Domain Dedication.
I still remember the smell of burning incense and roasting coffee of Lea´s coffee traditional ceremony to which we were invited several times during our stay. She would welcome us to her house dressed in her traditional clothes, having prepared for the event by spreading grass and flowers on the floor. Once seated, she would go through the various stages of coffee preparation while painstakingly explaining us what she was doing (2). A most enjoyable and educational time!
Ethiopian Airways has grown substantially from the airline that was in the late 80s. We took advantage of this to book our flight Harare-Buenos Aires-Rome-Harare as they now cover most world destinations.
During the long Buenos Aires-Addis Ababa leg of our travel, I talked to the stewardesses about Ethiopia and our time in Bedele. This did not fail as an ice breaker to start a conversation as there was plenty of time. While some of the attendants had not heard and or been in Bedele, most knew the area although none had been there and they were rather surprised to find someone coming from Uruguay that lived in Ethiopia! They were also curious to know what we were doing there!
Three days ago, during the flight between Addis Ababa and Rome, we were looked after by Sara, a very nice young stewardess. When she brought us our welcoming drinks, as always I mentioned that we had lived in Bedele for two years. “Oh, I was born there” she said and, before I could reply, she moved on to serve other passengers. So, Mabel and I waited for her return to get more details. We had to wait until we reached cruising altitude to get them.
Sara came back to take our food order and we immediately asked her “How come you were born in Bedele?” “My mother and father worked there” was her reply. She saw disbelief in our faces and, before we said anything, she added “my mother was a technician at a veterinary laboratory there”. There was only one veterinary laboratory in Bedele and I worked there!, I thought. So, immediately we asked for her mother´s name. “It was Lea” she said!
We were totally shaken by the news and it took us some time to recover and be able to ask for more details. We soon confirmed that we were talking about the person we knew by agreeing on details we both knew! Luckily, I had some pictures of Lea in Bedele in my computer that we showed to her. This time, she was the one gasping “Yes, she is my mother” adding “how young she was!”
She then told us that Lea and Getahun were well, near retirement. We did not know that they have had children and Sara told us that she also had an older brother, both approximately of the age of our own! So it was that we found Lea´s daughter, one Ethiopian among 123 million, quite a miraculous coincidence.
I kept thinking about the probability of finding one Ethiopian friend (including partners and children). For the sake of my calculation, I estimated that we struck a close friendship with 10 Ethiopians and that they all married and had two children (like Lea) and came up with 40 people in 123 million Ethiopians or a 1 in 3,075,000.
As this did not tell me much, I Googled on the probability of different events affecting me and selected a few to compare with the likelihood of our finding. There is a 1 in 220 chance that I would write a New York Times bestseller or 1 in 365 that I would die on my birthday. Less probable events include becoming a movie star (1 in 110,500). Being struck by lightning in a given year is given at 1 in 1,222,000 while getting hit by a bus at 1 in 2,200,000. So, our odds were lower than that but still higher than winning the lottery that is estimated at 1 in 45,057,474 (I imagine that there are lotteries with higher probability).
Living the trivia behind, it gave us great pleasure to have found Lea and we hope that, through her, we could get to our old friends in Ethiopia!
(1) A fermented spongy flatbread, made of teff (Eragrostis tef) flour.