Coming out of the desert sand tracks & onto the tarred approach road to the Park gate, I thought I felt Nyati pull in the stomach & puff out the chest a bit.
Hell, I did.
No, we won’t immediately move over to make passing space for the GP registered, headlight flashing range rover trailing a puny “off road special”… Lets see you take THAT to Noenieput… & back.  Hee hee.

It’s times like this, I feel proud to call myself South African.
The Kgalagadi reception staff were terrific.
No fuss, “Ja we’re VERY full, but if you’re prepared to stay at “Twee Riveeren”, without power, we can make a plan”.
“Far out”, I said.
“Say again” ?
They’re very young…. ” Great, that would be wonderful, thank you”.

The Kgalagadi Transfrontier Park gives you access to Botswana if you want…
It’s very cool, but I just wanted to see lion. Here, NOW.
“Bots”. is on a future agenda.

Nyati was on a roll… This was Nyati country Man, move out-of-the-way, we’re coming through. 😉
We drove out of the reception area, past the camping ground & right into a pride of 8 lazy lions. (I was once, officially, a “lion at large” can you believe it ?  But that’s a story for another day)
They lay about a hundred metres off the road, shading themselves…
Oooow, nothing canned here… Wonderful, Man eaters, & well worth the trip…
“Lets get closer”.
“NO”
“Jesus, LIONS, & here I am arguing with myself”

Little did I imagine the SHITSTORM that was coming.