The plan was to sleep in, and to wander in the hills. In this, we were not disappointed. I’d say the only bummer of the day was the Nescafe. I don’t care what anyone says: instant coffee is just no good. But it’s what was available. I pondered the unfairness of life from the upstairs balcony.
Poor, poor me.
After brekkie, we headed back to the little stream we’d visited the evening before, and found the trailhead on its other side. Crossing was not a problem – plenty of slabs of rock.
Our micro-hike took us gently up the side of the hill we’d seen the eland on the previous afternoon.
The main lodge is at the top left; the lower structures are a different set of lodges. Not ours.
Our little house is the third from left.
I slowed us down, taking pictures of what else, flowers. I only had my phone with me, so I didn’t go too crazy.
At one point a fence appeared – I believe to keep us from tumbling down some steep places.
Plenty of eland poop.
Kevin walked with his arms overhead, trying to avoid contact with the tall grasses.
That boy’s one walking allergy.
When we got back to the rock pool, we found a bunch of tadpoles.
Including one with legs.
We practiced our selfies.
I found a rock with three threads running through it in different directions – a first.
I figured it was magical, so I conjured up an offering to the river goddess.
Later in the day we headed up to the main lodge, in search of wifi.
I admired the lobby’s decorations: my kind of place.
The check in desk.
The sitting lounge.
That night, it clouded up...there was thunder...there was lightning...no stars. Just a peaceful evening and deep, deep sleep.
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