Wild things
Get ready
to walk on the wild side at one of the oldest game reserves in South Africa
Go away,“
screeches the bird perched on a dry branch as I look out into the vast
wilderness, looking for rhinoceroses amidst the shrubs.“We call it the go-away
bird,“ explains the naturalist, “and it is now annoyed that we have disturbed
it.“ The grey lourie or the kwevoel as it is called, flies away and disappears
amidst the foliage.
It takes
me a while to learn to pronounce the destination that am in. Hluhluwe-Imfolozi
Game Reserve is believed to be the oldest game reserve in South Africa,
established in 1895 and supported by the state. Located in Kwa Zulu Natal, it
was the land of the Zulus and was once used as a hunting ground by the
royalty.Our journey by road from Durban, which is a little more than three
hours takes us through lush vistas with poplar trees and savannah grasslands
interspersed with verdant sugarcane fields.
THE BIG FIVE
The
giraffes are the first to greet us.
Thrusting
their necks, they stare at us and then get back to their meal, gnawing at the
leaves. A couple of them cross the muddy road in front of us, followed by a
dazzle of zebras. They dazzle us indeed, with their striped coat. But this is
the land of the big five -African lion, African elephant, Cape buffalo, African
leopard, and rhinoceros -and here we are looking for them.
My eyes
scan around the treetops as I look out for the elusive leopard. “It is even
easier to spot the lion but the leopards are difficult,“ explains the
naturalist. A pair of Nyala or the horned striped antelopes, native to the
country, dart into the bushes. As we drive through the hill, the slopes are
dotted with clumps of bushes. We see a crash of rhinoceroses, looking like dark
specks, crawling over the slopes.
SAFARI SURPRISE
We
continue our safari in absolute silence until the naturalist stops and points
to something in the undergrowth. And then I see it, amidst all the stalks of
grass and the thin branches a lion sitting in the grasslands, the golden mane
visible through the gaps in the trees, its eyes staring right into mine. A
carcass of a newly killed prey lies close by. The lion sits still and barely
moves an inch, looking right at us even as we slowly move our vehicle around to
get a better view. The shutterbugs go crazy as the king of the forest sits
contended after possibly a heavy meal. The raptors fly low but Simba, as we
fondly christen our sighting, seems unfazed.
The light
is almost fading and it is time for us to head back. We meet more giraffes and
zebras on the way. The rain clouds slowly gather, creating a thick blanket and
that is our cue to leave. For the last time, we go back to see Simba still
sitting contentedly in the grasslands. We let him be and return to our camp as
the sun sets.
Lakshmi
Sharath
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TL20NOV16
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