The Saints have horns
I have been positively salivating at visiting the St Lucia / iSimangaliso Wetland Park for longer than i can remember and just arriving seemed like fulfilling a destiny. It only got better from there.
I was camping down in the main campsite (R90 / per night) which is less than a stone throws from the estuary and a five-minute walk to the beach and mouth of the Estuary. My first morning was accompanied by the call of Hippos getting their groove on. Not a bad alarm clock despite the hour.
I thought i would spend the first day sort of getting a feel for the area and learning about it, i knew zip , nadda and next to nothing. My get to know St Lucia turned into a game viewing extravaganza, a chance to cool off in the ocean and my brain exploding.
I headed down to Cape Vidal and hadn’t been in the park more than ten minutes before my first encounter with a couple of black Rhino. Literally round the next bend … another. And so it went. My day of just scouting turned into an amazing day. So much goodness.
After a few nights camping at the main campsite in St Lucia, i thought i would head to the camp site at Cape Vidal to take advantage of the ocean to cool off in, after the long humid days. Its a little bit more pricey, 240 a night per campsite and 420 on weekends, but well worth the moolah.
The iSimangaliso Park has numerous areas of interest and a couple of amazing hides to view game in. The wild life area isn’t massive but the game viewing was truly excellent. Both Camp sites are well equipped and for those more inclined towards a bed St Lucia town is in fact one giant bed and breakfast.
Watching the sunrise on my final morning amongst crabs running up and down the beach, it was hard not to feel like i had found a kind of paradise, wondering if humans hadn’t arrived would the whole of the KZN coast be like this? I have been to some amazing places on this journey, but St Lucia was kind of like finding a home i never had.