Searching for Krugers Millions …
It was all the rage back in 1902 to go in search of the missing Kruger millions, legend has it they were buried in the park, often paying upwards of 35 pounds for the privilege. What those early visitors missed was the real riches all around them.
I’ll spare you the day by day, but as a good buddy AJ said – “The North of the park is the Garden and the South is the Zoo” – I never really figured out if he was talking about the numerous incredible sightings i had in the south of the park, or the crazy viewing jams, mass bad parking events to see a lion cub, and the polite queue to drive by a Hyena.
Littered with landscapes, animal sighting and people it easy to understand the magnetism of the park to locals and tourists alike. It offers everything and often more than is necessary. Being a fan of no people as a mantra, Kruger was an eye opener for the sheer amount of people i encountered. Tsendze was the only camp i really enjoyed staying at – the no power, few people and signs everywhere asking for quiet is more up my alley.
But enough about the humans , i literally saw everything and often cursed the short nature of my lenses, but this had the benefit of actually game viewing and not trying to grab that epic frame all the time. I saw Sable! and got a very blurry picture of its butt after being mesmerized. Kills littered with Vultures, Leopards that agreed that the midday heat was way too much, Elephants that were daunting, Rhinos clashing over territory, but by far my best sighting had to be of the Mongooses playing around the Tzendse Camp Site.
It really would be pointless to recommend where to stay and what to do, or a ten best list of shit only search engines ever read because the sheer size of Kruger Park makes it self, Go north for peace and south for game and people. Don’t litter, watch out for traffic cops and bring a spare brain because i am sure it’s going to blow your mind.