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As John Denver mused during the seventies, “Some days are diamonds, some days are stones…” You can listen to a “stone” day (that is really also a diamond in disguise), in the veld. Enjoy!...

Often, just when you are confident that all will be as you had expected, the bush tosses you a surprise… You can read about it below. Enjoy!...

Sleep kept eluding me for so long, I resolved to just lie and listen and wait for dawn… Enjoy!...

The midnight hours belong to the witches. They cavort in the dim light and they cast spells over me; reality becomes illusion, and illusion may be the truth… You can listen to my thoughts here: Enjoy!...

More veld walking. You can listen to my impressions below. Enjoy!...

I decided to move my camp. Some twenty kilometres North-west, I started finding more and more game sign, and I decided to explore the area a bit. You can read about my first impressions here: Enjoy!...

The time after the camp chores had been completed, when I can sit down with a last cup of wine in the dark is special to me. Here are my thoughts. Enjoy!...

When the day is spent and the air is soft and orange and cool on the skin, it is for me the time to sit back with a glass of wine and relive experiences far and near, and draw from them those special moments that can bring whole new stories. I tried to capture some of it here for you. Enjoy!...

During the hours of darkness the many carnivores that rely on stealth and concealment prowl the veld for prey. They become bolder and more aggressively predatory, even towards species (such as humans) that they may tend to avoid during daytime. When I become aware of the presence of one of dangerous ones in the vicinity of my camp, the night becomes saturated with that special mix of fear and exhiliration that only the African wilderness can induce! You can listen to the drama of such a night here: Enjoy!...

As a boy living in the Kruger Park with my family, I would often hear the frustrated exclamation, “We drove all day and saw almost nothing!” That would roughly translate into “a few impala and some blue wildbeest and zebra grazing in the distance.” A walk through untouched African bushland would, probably to their surprise, be even more dissapointing. Very little typically happens on such walks. One can easily be left with the impression of slogging through an endless expanse of savannah vegetation which, apart from the few birds that might flit past, is without life. Of course the...