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Kruger National Park, December 2012

“I had a farm in Africa …”, this quote out of the book and movie Out of Africa, must be my favourite first line ever. And yes, one day when I am big, I will have that farm in Africa. In the meantime, I am satisfied with frequent visits to the Kruger National Park in South Africa. Enjoy the photos 🙂

Bye,

Celia.

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A lion and I.

(Hold thumbs, I’ve got access again! Although that is a mixed blessing because the past 2 weeks without all the internet distractions were kinda cool. Here is a sample of something I wrote during that time.)

A lion and I

I remember standing in line to hold the baby lion. Some parents dragged their children because, “You nagged for it, now we are doing it!”

I dragged my mother.

Some of the children cried. They didn’t want to have their photos taken with the lion. “What if it bites me?” they asked.

I wanted to yell at them to get out of the line so I could get there faster.

Then it was my turn. It was heavier than our cat at home. I held it and cuddled it and kissed its head. It smelled like the sun. Its fur was soft and its tummy was warm and it sat quite still while I talked to it.

I just wanted to take the lion home.

Then my time was finished and I cried when they took the lion away.

(Update – January 2012)

This is me, 30-something years later, experiencing those same emotions while visiting the Sondela Wildlife Rehabilitation Center, South Africa.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I have a farm in Africa …

How I wish those words were true! I want to sit on the wide, cool porch of my farm house with a cup of steaming moerkoffie and stare over the bushveld at the springbok playing. I want to breathe fresh air and listen to the windpomp creaking in the background as the sun sets in reds and golds on the horizon.

There is something about the wildness of Africa’s bush that speaks to a part of me that I sometimes forget exists. When we visit South Africa, specifically one of the many National Parks where the animals roam free, I am reminded of that part of me. It is where my soul breathes.

Photos taken at Pilanesberg, South Africa. (July 2011)

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