Going Dutch

Hi all,
Well, all the post-safari duties have been done. Kit cleaned and packed away, sore muscles have been taken care of, outstanding e-mails have been caught up and some relaxing time has been had.
We had a great safari through the major National Parks of Botswana and fun was had by all. Our two Dutch friends enjoyed themselves, even though we did not manage to see the quantity of predators they were hoping to see. Maybe it had something to do with the name they gave their safari...."Botswana Predator Tour" (LOL)
Niels and Dennis, being no big fans of "chickens" (any and every bird was called a chicken) buckled a(teeny)bit under the double pressure that Toff and i put them under in our efforts to get them to like bird-watching and there were some great photos taken of some birds, that just did not want to go away, including the Lilac-breasted roller.
The first part of the early morning drives were spent looking for the ever-elusive Leopards and after a cuppa with biscuits, the search changed to Lions. The afternoon drives were vice versa. I think that all of us can honestly get a degree on spotting the perfect leopard-tree from any distance away...just a pity that the cats did not agree with us.
We had several good sightings of the big cats and even saw two young cubs, all by themselves, on the first day out.That was followed by seeing two big male lions on the second day and we had leopard sightings enough to be able to get some great pics. We even witnessed (in sound, not quite a clear sight) a leopard catching and killing a baboon.
in the next few days, i will add and comment on some great views we had.
Have fun and be careful.

Another try

Well, i've done it again...
I must have pushed a wrong button somewhere and deleted my first try, so i will do it again and hope for the best. This happens a lot to me when i play around with things i've never done before...and being blonde also does not help.
The poem i had on the previous post, came straight from my head and was not written down, so i will try and get that feeling back, so here goes...

Heat-waves shimmering in the air,
The sky almost white in it's intensity,
The blazing hot sun straight overhead,
The air, searing hot to your lungs.

Great trees without leaves,
Their branches dry and brittle,
The sand too hot to the touch,
Dry dust-clouds everywhere.

Birds, animals and humans,
frantic in their search for deliverance,
from the heat, the dryness, the grey-ness,
the feeling of hopelesness....
of this season...just waiting for the rain

Magnificent sunsets, reds, purples, orange and gold,
make up for tempers frayed,
We become cloud-watchers,
Looking for the signs from above.

Pula, Pula, Pula
and patiently, we wait.

Well, Hallo to you.

After giving up my other blog-site, because it was quite a pain to work on and after that going through a long pro-castrination period, i have now got my act together and opened this blog. On this page i will firstly post photographs of what makes me tick, but also keep all of you up-dated on great (and not so great) safari-sightings and anecdotes.
I am going to start with a poem. (my way)

The sky is almost white in its intensity,
The sun blazing its heat from right overhead,
Great trees without leaves, branches dry and brittle,
Heat-waves dancing from the sand,
Everything covered in a film of dust.

Great sunsets, red in colour, purple and gold,
Animals at the water's edge, in their droves,
quenching their thirst, while it's cool,
But what about the land?
Dry, Grey, Dead, Bleak and deadly,
All are waiting for the rain.

Pula, Pula, Pula!!
We wait.