Darchelle's childhood home at Rusangu, Zambia
Southern Yellow-billed Hornbill, Zimbabwe
Brian and Darchelle at Solusi, Zimbabwe
Darchelle wanted to go to see her childhood home in Zambia and her boarding school in Zimbabwe. I
was willing to go because she wanted to, and because we incorporated plans for birdwatching into
the trip. I planned (at least some of) the bird outings while she planned everything else except
the air travel to and from Johannesburg, which I researched and booked online. The cheapest fares
called for a long layover or two so I paid a little extra for one of the shorter flights, 26 hours
overall on Emirates with only a four hour stop in Dubai. I think it cost about $1300 each, booked
about a month in advance.
I had a window seat but there wasn't much to see. We took off from Seattle in the dark around 6PM
and basically did back-to-back redeye flights. Although we didn't almost miss our flight we didn't
reach the gate with any time to spare either. We didn't have time to stop at the bank for cash but
fortunately Darchelle was able to withdraw 1000 USD from a cash machine at the airport while I held
our place in the security line. We spent most of it in Victoria Falls and left the rest for
Thobekile. We flew over the pole in the dark (of course, since it is winter up there) and past
Sweden around 10 AM where it was light outside but unfortunately overcast so I couldn't spot Sarah
over in Rudu. In Dubai we walked perhaps a kilometer through the cavernous terminal then another
half a K down broad vacant halls lined with glitzy shops before reaching our new gate. Darchelle
crawled behind a row of seats to nap on the floor while I reclined somewhat uncomfortably above her.
An ad sprayed shower of $100 bills over and over again across a video screen outside a duty-free
shop across the aisle. Outside, it got dark again.
It has unfortunately taken me months to write up this account of our trip so the memories are a bit
stale but at least the photos were contemporaneous. I have also included excerpts from the "Letters
from Africa" emails which Darchelle wrote during the trip, and excerpts from the reports written up
by Vince, our birding guide for two days in the Cape Town area.
Speaking of photos, Darchelle succeeded in getting identifiable photographs of 182 out of the 310
bird species we heard or saw (and were able to identify at least with the help of a guide) in Africa.
Day 1: Johannesburg - Lion & Safari Park and Hartbeesport
As soon as we disembarked the plane in Johannesburg I spotted my first African birds. One was a
rather swallow-like swift with a white rump, the other obviously a dove, blue-gray in color with
white wing bars and a V-shaped tail, like a grackle only shorter. Sometime later when I had
opportunity to peruse Roberts bird app on my phone I identified the first bird as a Little Swift and
the second as a Rock Pigeon. That's right, the common city pigeon. What can I say? It looked exotic.
The Little Swift actually was a life bird, my first of more than 250 for the trip.
David picked us up outside the terminal, exclaiming with delight at seeing Darchelle again after
more than 30 years. He whisked us out of the airport and drove at a brisk pace on the wrong side of
the road for about 20 minutes, past hillsides blanketed with new suburban subdivisions, older
neighborhoods dotted with purple flowering Jacaranda trees, boulevards curving into modern malls,
small patches of scrubby woodland interspersed with arid short-grazed pastures or weedy vacant lots,
marshy ponds in shallow valleys, and at every intersection lean black men hawking coat hangers,
shirts, boxes, belts, bulbs, shoes, furniture made of boxes and more. From the back seat while
Darchelle and David traded tales from high school, I peered out the window looking for birds. There
were swallows, black and white Corvids, a White-tailed Kite or a reasonable facsimile thereof, House
Sparrows, other things.
David, Charmaine and family
David deposited us at our home for the next 24 hours, a ground floor condo in a gated compound owned
by his wife, while he drove off to collect his family. We would spend the day together, he assured
us. We figured out how to plug in our phones then I stepped out to look around the grounds. The
weather was beautiful, bright sunshine, blue sky overhead, temperature in the mid-70s. The grounds
were not extensive but were nicely landscaped with dense green lawn, a water feature, trees and
shrubs, and birds. Lots of birds, and lots of birds sounds. The first bird I actually caught sight
of was easy to identify. It was a chicken. The others weren't so easy but by the end of the day I
managed to retroactively assemble a list
which I later fine-tuned with the help of Darchelle's photos and Roberts
David and his family took us to a fresh air Café in the shopping mall somewhere nearby. The eight
of us sat at a long table next to a wall open to the outdoors. With the breeze blowing through it
was almost a bit chilly. African Palm and Little Swifts and brown Martins circulated over the
parking lot outside while Mynas and a pair of Mousebirds flew by. I would have done a list but
I could never figure out later where it was that we had been. Or what kind of Martins they were.
After breakfast we walked over to a bookstore in the same mall and David bought us a copy of Newman's
Birds of Southern Africa. I appreciated the gesture but found my phone apps more useful.
Giraffe eating ice plants
Our next stop was the Lion & Safari Park
about 40 minutes north of Johannesburg. Our Safari was self-guided; we drove through the lion
enclosure and observed the big cats close up, placidly gnawing on what looked like giant soup bones.
We mostly kept our windows closed since there was a rumor going around that a couple of years ago,
one of the lions had dragged a woman out of her car through an open window and eaten her. We
continued on our game drive through the park, a rocky brown landscape of dry grassland and scrubby
trees with big animals scattered here and there - Wildebeasts (who "gnu" Wildebeast is actually an
Afrikaans name that means "wild beast"?), Zebras (properly pronounced, rhymes with Deborah's),
Ostriches (not native but clearly naturalized, with chicken-sized babies), Giraffes (including one
on the front lawn munching on ice plants) and endangered (and sleepy) African wild dogs. Some of
the animals we saw were in pens, perhaps because they might otherwise eat people. The hyenas were
particularly intimidating with their massive heads and jaws. The cheetahs by contrast seemed to
have rather small heads but long lean bodies clearly built for speed. We spotted
a few birds
well though it was hot and sunny and the birds, like many of the animals, seemed to be taking a
Our next stop was at Tant Malie se Winkel, a restaurant and shop built back in the 1920s in the
style of an old South African trading post. We bought round black licorice candies there which were
formerly known by another name. The decor looked authentic. Outside along the road cars were lined
up waiting to cross the one lane road across Hartbeespoort dam, and black men were lined up peddling
ebony animal carvings and other goods. David bantered cheerfully, and I thought, respectfully, with
them while urging us not to accept the various items they proffered us through our open windows.
When our turn finally came to cross the dam I looked for ducks on the water but no water was visible,
only a vast field of Water Hyacinth, the same Water Hyacinth which took over our pond in the backyard
last summer by multiplying from three to thirty individual plants in a mere two months. Frost
stops it in Washington but not in South Africa.
Dining Room at Tant Malie se Winkel
Baboon Flower (Babiana sp)
Our final outing of the day was a ride up the Harties Cableway
in Hartbeesport to the crest of the
Magaliesberg mountain range
a sinuous ridge of rusty quartzite dipping to the west and north in a gentle slope down to a hazy
purple plain of arid-looking farmland. Whitish scars on the landscape at the foot of the slope
appeared to be mines but without binoculars I couldn't tell for sure. Later I learned that they were
platinum mines along the edge of the Bushveld Igneous Complex
, a layered ultramafic igneous intrusion which contains
about 75% of the known platinum reserves in the world. Black people work the mines; white people
collect the profits. David bought us all pizza at the little café on top and we ate at picnic
tables sheltered from the sun. A pair of Cape Buntings hopped around the edge of the lawn but there
weren't many other birds. Back at our condo though, a flock of Rosy-faced Lovebirds showed up in
the bare tree in the corner of the yard. They are native to southwestern Africa but probably not in
Day 2: Johannesburg to Cape Town
David gave us a ride to the airport in the morning and we flew to Cape Town. I had a window seat
and peered down at the landscape for most of the trip. Mostly flat, arid and pale orange. Were it
not for an occasional stream channel, it might have been the surface of Mars. In the last 20
minutes of the flight we left the plateau and descended over a series of precipitous little
mountain ranges popping up like islands out of flat farmland checkered in shades of green. I
wondered about the impact on bird populations of isolating the native vegetation on those islands
for the past 100 years or so. Probably minimal compared to the impact over the next 100 years or so
of increasing the average summer temperature by several degrees Celsius while decreasing the annual
rainfall. In a foretaste of things to come, Cape Town famously almost ran out of water last April.
As we walked out of the terminal building and over to the car rental place we flushed a couple of
rather tame Cape Wagtails. Anxious about driving on the right, we happily paid extra to reduce our
liability in case of a crash, and even with that, the car was ridiculously cheap. The drive into
the city was a tense affair for both of us but we arrived with both the car and our relationship
unscathed. A pervasive smell of urine enveloped us when we stepped out on the curb. I guessed it
hadn't rained recently. A parking attendant walked over to greet us and we paid her a few rand.
Later we learned that the payment is more for insurance against getting robbed than it is for the
parking, and that secured parking on the top floor of a cozy little parking garage was included with
our Air B&B apartment.
Descending into Cape Town
Admiring the view over Cape Town
Egyptian Goose in the Company's Garden
On the 17th floor, our glass-walled one-room penthouse looked out over the city and up at Table
Mountain although we didn't see that until the next morning. While Darchelle inspected the
amenities I surveyed the birds flying by outside. The pigeons courting on the rooftop below us were
Speckled and the large brown falcons stooping over the street were Peregrines. The swifts which
zipped by from time to time remained unidentified. Of the amenities, we enjoyed the bed, the shower
and the view but did not use the wine in the fridge or the grill on the deck. We did sit out under
the stars in the hot tub on the deck on our second night there.
Towards sunset we ventured out. We didn't bring the camera because I was afraid of getting robbed.
That was too bad because a brilliant little Malachite Kingfisher was perched on papyrus stalks in
the pools at the Company's Garden. Accustomed to people, it allowed us close approach. When it
flew out its wingbeats were a blur and when it plunged into the water it seemed to hit with a splat
as if it were too light to penetrate the surface. The other identifiable birds around the pools
were Egyptian Geese in various plumages. Definitely not the most of dapper of geese. We found
dinner at The Cousins, excellent pasta at about half the price I would've expected to pay.
Day 3: Birding with Vince 1
Tossing pasta in bowl of cheese
A southerly wind roared outside the our apartment all night and in the morning all the chairs on the
deck were overturned. We were up at sunrise and out by 6:30AM at Truth Coffee across the street for
a croissant and a cup of what was voted by the Daily Telegraph in 2016 as the world's best coffee.
It was ok; the croissant was better and the steampunk decor of the coffee shop best of all. I sat
waiting for my coffee to cool while Darchelle bought a couple yogurts at a nearby hole-in-the-wall
grocery. Our bird guide for the day, Vince Ward from Birding Africa, showed up shortly afterwards.
Vince came well recommended as a guide who knew the local birds and where to find them but who could
also shed some light on local flora, geology and culture as well. We explained that we were
interested in everything but particularly in the birds, though later we wondered if perhaps we
didn't emphasize the bird part quite enough. He did show us lots of birds though so I had no
cause to complain.
Birding Africa offers several one-day trips out of Cape Town. After consulting with Vince we
decided on West Coast National Park for our first day and Kirstenbosch gardens for our second.
We were signed up for a pelagic trip over the weekend and decided that would be sufficient exposure
to the Cape Peninsula which was a third option. Before arriving in Cape Town I had done a little
research and identified three birds I particularly wanted to see - Penguins, Flamingos and
Ostriches. Flamingos I had already seen, in a ditch along the road from the airport. Penguins we
would see during the pelagic trip. By 10AM this morning we had ostriches in the wild as well, a
small group foraging in the fynbos along the road through the park. Fynbos is the name for the
native mixed shrub habitat in the Cape region, which encompasses the coastal plain and the
mountain ranges over which we flew on our descent into Cape Town. Although unimpressive to the
untrained eye, fynbos is one of the most diverse ecosystems in the world with more than 9000
species of plants. More than 6000 of them occur nowhere else. Bird life is not quite as diverse
although not too shabby either. South Africa has a list of about 850 species, almost as many
as the entire continent of North America. In two days with Vince we saw about 130 of them.
Vince outside the Geelbek Restaurant
Ostrich for lunch
I also tasted one of them, ostrich, for lunch today at the Geelbek Restaurant in the park. The meat
was stringy, tough, dry and very dark. It arrived smothered in a dark sweet sauce so I still don't
know what it tasted like. I didn't mind; I was there to see birds, not eat them.
We had a busy day. Vince pointed out birds and identified them. I eBirded them and Darchelle
photographed them. I did not write up any memories at the time but Vince did a pretty good trip
report afterwards. Here is a link to my eBird list
and an excerpt from his report of our first stop, at the
Boardwalk to the Abrahamskraal wetland
Southern Red Bishops
"The freshwater wetland at Abrahamskraal was very busy. Several male Southern Black Korhaans were
calling from the surrounding Strandveld vegetation, which also held Cape Longclaws. The areas of
open water had Cape Shovellor, South Africa Shelduck, Yellow-billed Duck, Red-knobbed Coot and
African Spoonbill. The wetland is also a favourite drinking spot for many of the park’s birds.
During our time at the hide, we recorded drinking Yellow Canaries, Cape Sparrows, Cape Buntings,
Pearl-breasted Swallows and several Namaqua Doves. This species is currently irrupting into the
south-western Cape, having been recorded down to southern tip of the Cape Peninsula. Other
highlights seen from the hide included a brief glimpse of a skulking Black Crake, and seeing a nest
change-over by the locally breeding African Marsh Harriers. The White-throated Swallows breeding in
the hide itself, were also very active."
The saltwater mud flats and marsh at Geelbek reminded me a little of Bottle Beach back home, and
even had a few of the same species, or close relatives at least. Here is a link to my
and here is
Brian and Darchelle at Geelbek
Salt marsh at Geelbek
Greater Flamingos and Black-headed Heron
"We next headed over to the saltwater hides at Geelbek. These hides are famous amongst local
twitchers for turning up rare shorebirds/waders. Although we did not find any national rarities, we
did find two uncommon migrants: Terek Sandpiper and Eurasian Curlew, amongst the more common
Bar-tailed Godwits, Whimbrels, Common Greenshanks, Sanderling, Curlew Sandpipers and Little Stints.
The hide was also a good vantage for seeing species like African Black Oystercatcher, Greater and
Lesser Flamingos, African Fish Eagle and Caspian Terns."
The air had warmed up some and the wind diminished so I was almost comfortable at our third
destination, the Seeberg hide. We followed a meandering path through the fynbos to a small marsh
and some low, very white sand dunes. The water beyond was bright turquoise, sparkling in the
sunlight. Here is our eBird list
and Vince's report.
On the path to the Seeberg hide
Mini Ice Plant (Lampranthus sp)
"Our final stop in the park was the Seeberg hide. Birding from the boardwalk leading to hide was
exceptional. We started with excellent views of the nearby breeding pair of Black Harriers passing
food to each other, before encountering a feeding flock of eight Cape Penduline-tits, together with
several Long-billed Crombecs and Grey-backed Cisticolas. After all this excellent birding, we
finally got to the hide itself, finding our targets of Kittlitz’s, and White-fronted Plovers. The
drive out of the park delivered one last special in the form of a large female Puffadder on the
Red Grasshopper (Phymateus morbillosus?)
The White-fronted Plovers looked and acted just like Snowy Plovers back home. The Puff Adder sadly
was dead. It was not the only reptile in and along the road. The park also delivered Cape
Tortoises at almost every stop, drawn out into the open by recent rains. High-domed turtles up to
about 10 inches long, they were attractively colored in yellow and brown and always caught our
We were too tired to eat out but not too tired spent some time in the Jacuzzi out on the deck, part way
between the city lights below and the stars above.
Day 4: Birding with Vince 2
Table Mountain from the Kirstenbosch gardens
Orange-breasted Sunbird on Proteus flower
On this, our second day with Vince, we birded
the Kirstenbosch gardens
in the morning and the
Rondevlei Nature Reserve
in the afternoon and ended up with 83 species for the day, 7 fewer than
yesterday. Close-up views of many of those species more than made up for the lower count. I was
amazed at how close we were able to get to many of the birds in the gardens. Darchelle took lots
of photos and got quite a few good ones. The flowers were stunning as well - lots of succulents
and a whole section of the garden devoted just to Proteas.
Bird-of-paradise flower (Strelitzia reginae)
Orange-breasted Sunbird female
Weird flower #1
Weird flower #2
Like yesterday, the weather was sunny and cold, especially at the nature reserve in the afternoon
where Darchelle took a nap in a sheltered spot on the path while Vince and I shivered in the shady
Here is Vince's report from the day:
Our second day of birding started at the world famous Kirstenbosch National Botanical Gardens. The
well laid out and extensive garden consists of a wide variety of different natural and planted
environments. The forested areas are home to specials like Cape Batis, African Paradise Flycatcher,
African Dusky Flycatcher, Sombre Greenbul, Olive Thrush, Cape Turtle (Ring-necked) Dove, African
Harrier-hawk, Spotted Eagle Owl and Black Saw-wing.
Southern Double-collared Sunbird
Spotted Eagle Owl
The open lawns and adjoining flower beds provided an ideal habitat for some of the garden’s more
colourful residents. Some of the day’s highlights included excellent views of Forest, Cape and
Brimstone Canaries, Swee Waxbills, and a wide diversity of nectivores like Southern Double-collared,
Malachite and Orange-breasted Sunbirds, and Cape Sugarbirds.
Overhead and against the towering cliffs of Table Mountain, we got views of Little, Alpine, African
Black and White-rumped Swifts, and a distant Jackal Buzzard.
After a delicious lunch at the Kirstenbosch Tea-room, we drove to Rondevlei Nature Reserve. The
reserve’s variety of freshwater habitats were very productive, and still benefitting from the recent
Water Thick-knee with Yellow-billed Duck
The ponds, shoreline and stretches of open water held species such as Red-billed and Hottentot Teal,
Yellow-billed Duck, Spur-winged Goose, Water Thick-knee, Egyptian Goose, Cape Shovellor, Southern
Pochard, Common Moorhen, Little and Great Crested Grebes, Red-knobbed Coot, Caspian and Whiskered
Tern, and a few Great White Pelicans.
Hottentot Teal with Yellow-billed Ducks
African Sacred Ibis
The extensive reedbeds were busy with not only a wide variety of passerines: Levaillant’s Cisticola,
Cape Weaver, Southern Red Bishop, Little Rush, African Reed, and Lesser Swamp Warbler, but also
offered views of seldomly seen species like Purple Heron and Malachite Kingfisher. Although we find
not see the resident Hippotamus, their pathways in the reeds were very obvious.
Hout's Bay AirB&B
The open skies above the wetland were equally busy, with a good diversity of aerial foragers taking
advantage of the abundant insect life. During our trip we recorded Rock and Brown-throated Martin;
Barn, Greater Striped and White-throated Swallows, and Little, White-rumped and Alpine Swifts.
White-necked Ravens and Pied Crows were also seen.
After birding we made our way over to Hout's Bay, a rather challenging drive on winding roads through
groves of eucalyptus trees, not unlike California except for driving on the left side of the road.
Darchelle had found a beautiful AirB&B there but the driveway was so steep that the owner had to
maneuver our car up for us. Deterred by the driveway, we did not make it out to dinner that night
Day 5: Cape Town
Today we drove back into Cape Town to tour the city. We parked in a garage downtown and found our
way to Jason Bakery on Bree Street. As advertised, the breakfast was exceptional. Darchelle had
something green with lots of sliced avocado; I had poached eggs on sourdough and a croissant. The
coffee was great too.
Breakfast at Jason Bakery
We walked down to the V&A Waterfront; I found it a bit disappointing, mostly just a bunch of shops
and quite crowded with tourists. We decided to catch a tour bus which we rode first through the
city then south along the coast as far as Camps Bay. That's where the movie stars hang out but we
didn't see any; though the beaches were bright and sunny, a cold seabreeze may have been keeping
Back in downtown Cape Town, we discovered we were too late to visit the Apartheid Museum so we
wandered around looking for a restaurant and/or a restroom. We found the latter in the Company's
Garden but when we opened the door to exit, we were accosted by a guard indignant over our immoral
behavior. I was ready to yell back at him but Darchelle more calmly explained that my arms were
paralyzed and I couldn't use the restroom on my own. He seemed only partially mollified but let us
go on our way. We ended up at The Crypt Jazz club in the basement of the St. George's Cathedral
for dinner. We were one of the first couples seated but not until we were halfway through our
dinner did we realize that jazz was also on the menu and that the cover charge would be added to our
bill. Had we not been so tired we might have stayed but since the server offered to remove the
cover, we decided to head out early.
It was dusk outside and the city was shutting down already. We drove out to the Observatory
Backpackers hostel, arranged for parking out front and found our room upstairs. The room was pretty
spare compared to our prior lodgings and the bathroom was down the hall, a challenge for me in my
current condition but it worked out okay. I was too worried about our hike up Table Mountain in the
morning to sleep well. We had heard reports that muggings were common, even on the most frequently
used trail, so I devoted a lot of futile thought overnight into how to best guard our phones and
cash while on the mountain.
Regarding the hostel, Darchelle noted in her "Letters from Africa":
Last night we were in a hostel of sorts which brought back a lot of adventure memories
but also tough with communal bathrooms. Not easy with Brian‘s condition. He has done
all kinds of adventure stuff like that but being dependent makes it hard to relax in
unfamiliar places and less touristy lodging. It amazes me what he deals with, and how
gracefully. Didn’t help that we both were fighting a bit of a sore throat. We had a good
rest anyhow, and free breakfast to boot. All good.
Day 6: Table Mountain
Photo with the Ranger after our hike
At the Platteklip Gorge trailhead
Ascending Table Mountain
After breakfast at the hostel we drove across town to the Platteklip Gorge trailhead. A
legit-looking park ranger was strolling up and down the road covering the various pullouts where
hikers had parked so after talking with him a bit we tipped him a handful of Rand for keeping and
eye on things while we hiked. The weather was perfect, if anything a little too warm but that was a
relief after shivering on the tour bus the day before. We started up the trail by climbing a series
of stone steps and continued up the hill on stone steps for the next five hours. Numerous parties
passed us on the way up and a fair number of them passed us on their way back down again. Cliffs on
our right cast shade on the trail ahead of us but withdrew it by the time we got there. From time
to time we crouched under a bush or in the shade of a boulder for relief from the late spring
sunshine. We drank all of our water and all of the bottle of Gatorade we had purchased at the
trailhead. In partial compensation, the views out over the city to the south of us grew more and
more expansive. Birds
however, were scarce. A handful of Red-winged Starlings and White-necked
Ravens frequented the cliffs which closed in on the trail as we approached the top and Cape
White-eyes cheeped here and there in the fynbos. Muggers were even scarcer than the birds; we did
not encounter any. We also did not encounter any sections of trail which I could not simply walk
up, which was a relief since we had heard that there might be one or two spots which would require
scrambling and which might therefore prove impassable for me without arms.
Above the Platteklip Gorge
On top of Table Mountain
View south from on top
By the time we reached the top we were overdue for lunch but despite my fatigue I wanted to explore
a little. The summit ridge of Table Mountain is, as the name implies, pretty flat and consists of
weathered gray sandstone ledges separated by patches of low scrubby bushes. It took us less than
five minutes to walk across it to the south side of the ridge, and another 15 minutes excluding
photo stops to walk the trail along the edge of the cliff to the cable car station and restaurant.
We walked through the buffet line and Darchelle filled a plate for me then left me at a table on the
outdoor patio while she returned for her food. While she was away several Red-winged Starlings
converged on my lunch and I was hard-pressed to keep them at bay. Meanwhile one of the legendary
local Dassies showed up and meandered under the tables, distracting diners long enough for the
starlings to make off with several choice bits. Darchelle made it back in time to see her namesake
Dassie (Africans called her Dahcy when she was a girl) nibbling on a napkin.
Darchelle recalled in her "Letters from Africa":
Today we climbed Table Mountain. What a job! Brian really struggled with his breathing. He thinks
it is because we didn’t eat much yesterday - another story - and it was hot by the time we got going
at 9:30 AM. We were very happy the crazy Cape wind died down long enough for the cable to open
today. After exploring the top (me on my shaking legs) we ate lunch and took the cable down.
Lovely time! Gratifying. One of the new 7 wonders and the South Africans are very proud of
On the way up the mountain, a European passed us up and upon hearing our language/accent exclaimed,
“Oh, from America! What a president you have! America first!” Dripping with sarcasm and wicked
humor, of course. Brian just responded with "I'm sorry."
The Spotted Dove
As we sat eating our lunch in the sunshine on the top of Table Mountain looking over the
Atlantic seaboard several Red-wing Starlings and one Spotted Dove made audacious moves on our food,
even hopping up and pecking potato off our plate. Brian’s delight with the African birds distracts
him from his anxiety about me driving (left side of road, right side of car, I barely survived the
first couple of days) and our upcoming trip to Zimbabwe.
We got to add a Rock Dassie to our mammal list! We were hoping to catch a glimpse of one of my
little namesakes. It wandered from table to table chewing on a napkin and looking a bit lost.
Entrance gate to our AirB&B
Our Simontown AirB&B
Our dinner at the Black Marlin
Since we needed to be in Simontown early the next morning for the pelagic trip, Darchelle booked an
AirB&B a few miles south of town, a very private villa overlooking the sea. She was enchanted by
the clawfoot tub in the bedroom; I was intrigued by the signs warning us to keep doors and windows
locked lest the baboons come in. We went out to dinner at the Black Marlin
up the road; I ordered a big plate of calamari cooked three
different ways along with a glass of Pinotage, a local red wine; Darchelle ordered the Cape Malay
curry, I think. Total bill with tip was under 30 dollars. The place felt empty. We ate on a
glassed-in porch with maybe a dozen tables and only two other parties, but the service was quick
and the food was good.
Back at our villa I crashed in bed shortly after we arrived but she took a bath by candlelight and
started her "Letters from Africa":
I should be sleeping right now but since I have Internet I’m going to shoot off a quick hello. We
are staying near the tip of Cape peninsula in a quaint Airbnb villa with a veranda facing the
Atlantic. We have to keep the windows and doors closed when we are not nearby or the baboons will
jump in and go to town. Looking forward to the sunrise tomorrow morning before we leave for the
Pelagic trip. Best part is a giant claw foot tub in our bedroom - with lovely views.
Day 7: Simonstown Pelagic Trip
Sunrise over the clawfoot tub
Birdwatching on the pelagic trip
I had anticipated that our
off the Cape of Good Hope would be the birding highlight of
our trip to Africa but it was somewhat disappointing. We were unable to find any trawlers so did
not see the variety of albatrosses that I had hoped for. The boat was much smaller than I expected
so the ride was quite rough despite there not being much wind or swell, and because of my handicap,
I mostly sat towards the bow and partly under the canopy, limiting my view. The skipper and guide
seemed a bit bored with the trip at times, not bothering to call out distant birds, but I was
grateful that they did ensure that we all were able to get on the birds that they did call out.
Some were familiar - Common and Arctic Terns, Great and Sooty Shearwaters - and others were not -
Northern and Southern Giant-Petrel, White-chinned and Cape Petrels and White-capped Albatross.
Darchelle took photos of some of them but unfortunately I accidentally deleted her entire day's
work. That was a shame because on the way back we pulled up close to several large white granite
boulders where cormorants were nesting just out of reach of the surging aquamarine swells. It was a
dramatic scene and I think Darchelle's photos would have been nearly of National Geographic
The wind shifted into the northwest as we were coming in and picked up just about the time we passed
into the lee of the craggy headlands of the Cape of Good Hope. A couple of miles in from the Cape
the skipper cut the motor and we drifted for 15 minutes or so off the beach at Smitswinkel Bay while
he served us ham and cheese sandwiches for lunch. At one point two ostriches ran along the beach and so
made it onto our inshore checklist
That was unexpected.
It was hot back on shore and we were tired, so we all sat in a café in the marina and drank tea
(the Brits) or espresso (the rest of us) while we reviewed the bird list. I felt a bit envious of
some of the other birders as they discussed trips in Africa and elsewhere which I will never have
opportunity to do.
Thinking we might try to hike out to the Cape of Good Hope we drove back south from Simonstown but
when we saw that the park entrance fee was some $30 each we passed on that prospect and continued up
to Noordhoek Beach. Darchelle wanted to see the sun set over the Atlantic Ocean. At first we tried
to access the beach from the south end but could not find parking in the suburban neighborhood.
Heading north, we accidentally turned into Masiphumelele, one of the black areas where in striking
contrast to the white residential area we had just left, the streets were crowded with people and
the houses were shacks made of salvaged pieces of corrugated metal roofing. Although people were
not unfriendly, we were nervous nonetheless and quickly retreated to the world of white people.
We found the access point for the north end of the beach shortly before sunset but the sky was not
clear. We set out for the beach, a vast flat expanse of white sand dotted here and there with
people, both solo and in small groups. Big signs at the beginning of the boardwalk warned of
frequent muggings. Alarmed, I chose a path directly out to the beach instead. As we approached the
beach I studied our fellow beachgoers. A woman with a dog - probably not a mugger. A couple
jogging - ditto. Three young men kicking a ball around - maybe? Nobody else on the beach seemed
particularly worried, but we had left the camera in the car which made identification of the large
shorebirds in a shallow lagoon difficult. As I slowly approached them, the dog flushed them all and
their bold black and white wing pattern confirmed them as Pied Avocets. We kept our distance from
other people but nobody seemed interested in us anyhow. The sun had set and the sky grew somber.
I wondered if we would make it back to our car unharmed. People were filtering back to the boardwalk,
a couple of parties with children, couples taking selfies, the dog walkers. Nobody seemed to be
getting mugged, and neither did we.
Sunset over Noordhoek Beach
Perusing the menu at Jakes on the Common
Chocolate lava Cake
Back out at the highway, the M6, I suggested we stop and check out Jakes on the Common
, a restaurant I had noticed on the way in. From the outside
it looked fancy but it wasn't. This time we did not tip the parking lot attendant before we went in.
I think he was legit but we didn't have any small bills. The food was good. Though I don't remember what we had
for dinner we took a photo of the lava cake we shared for dessert. Darchelle had booked two nights
at the villa south of Simonstown so we returned there for the night.
Day 8: Simonstown to Johannesburg
African Penguins among the boulders
One thing about the pelagic trip yesterday - we saw both species but I particularly wanted to see in
the Cape Town area: Common Ostrich and African Penguin. Boulders Beach in Simonstown is the place
for the Penguins so even though I had already seen one, we walked down there this morning. It is
the popular spot and for the sake of the birds, access is now restricted. You can't really go
swimming with the Penguins the way you used to be able to, not that swimming would be an option for
me anyhow, but you can pay extra for access to a spot where you can see them up close. We elected
not to do that but the trail down to the budget spot passed right by several Penguin nests in the
bushes so we did get some close-up views. Darchelle took photos of boulder covered with terns and I
did a bird list
French family at the lighthouse Café
In town we looked at a couple places for lunch and settled on a little French-themed bistro called
The Lighthouse Café
Whatever we had, it was delicious. A French couple with two cute little girls at the table next to
us augmented the French theme. That wrapped up our visit to Cape Town. I had hoped to squeeze in a
couple more hours at the Kierstenbosch Gardens or maybe stop at a beach but we did not have time.
My last new bird from Cape Town was a Cape Crow flying over the gas station at the airport.
Speaking of, it was with great relief that we returned our stick shift rental car unscathed after a
week of driving on the wrong side of the road and shifting with the hand that is normally used to
open the door. Darchelle never quite outgrew her habit of attempting to shift with the door handle.
With all the confidence of someone drifting downstream towards a waterfall in a raft with no paddle,
I boarded the plane to return to Johannesburg for a short night before our scheduled flight to
Day 9: Johannesburg to Antelope Park
Not wanting to trouble David and his family for such a brief visit, we stayed at the Sunrock
Guesthouse near the airport in Johannesburg overnight and caught our flight to Bulawayo in the
morning. Darchelle had planned out our itinerary and it included renting a car in Bulawayo and
driving to Gweru with a night at a safari lodge on the way, then driving back through Bulawayo to
Solusi before returning once again to Bulawayo to catch a train to Victoria Falls. There we would
cross over into Zambia and rent a car at Livingstone to visit Rusangu University near Monze. We
would finish with a few days in Victoria Falls before returning to Johannesburg. We had been warned
about renting a car and driving on the lawless roads of Zimbabwe and had also been advised to bring
a supply of granola bars and other ready to eat foods in case we couldn't buy food there. There was
so much that could go wrong, but on the other hand there would be some birding in all those places.
Though I was worried, the very birdy backyard of the guest house distracted me, as did a delicious
The Zimbabwe bush from the air
The Bulawayo airport terminal
The highway out of Bulawayo
As we descended into the Bulawayo airport, a broad flat landscape of arid grey-brown woodlands
stretched out below us interrupted only by a single narrow dirt road and widely scattered clearings
of straw-colored grass. The tarmac in front of the modern but faded terminal building was the same
gray-brown color as the landscape. I think ours was the only plane present. At this point I don't
recall the car we rented but the two-lane paved airport access road was lined with trees which
were covered with scarlet flowers, a colorful introduction to the otherwise mostly monochrome
landscape we traversed for the next couple of hours. The lawless roads were nearly empty except
for cows, goats and occasionally donkeys grazing along the shoulders, and a few pedestrians far
from any evidence of habitation. We sobbon learned that the goats were quick and unpredictable
but the donkeys were the hardest to see, blending into the landscape almost perfectly. The
forest was not as brown as it had appeared from the air. In some areas most of the trees were green
and leaves were emerging on many of the others although the ground was dry, showing few signs of
new growth. We saw few birds and no wildlife until we reached
, our destination for the night.
Lilac-breasted Roller diving on a Magpie Shrike
Streambed along the way into Antelope Park
Antelope Park grounds
Bird activity picked up after we turned onto the gravel road into the park. A Lilac-breasted Roller
diving on a Magpie Shrike perched on utility wire caught our attention. The shrike I had seen in
Johannesburg but the roller, a flicker-sized bird flashing turquoise and royal blue with long tail
streamers, was definitely new. The access road crossed mostly dry sparsely-wooded country, some of
it barren and recently burned, before approaching a lake and then a small guard station with an open
wire gate. A man emerged and waved us through into a compound which reminded me of a
summer camp by a lake - thatch-roofed buildings half hidden by a leafy canopy of shade trees with a
broad lawn extending down to a wooden dock and a beach - except that the lake here was just a muddy
channel with a trickle of water down the center. Not a problem, I thought, because mud might
attract shorebirds. Unfortunately the park's bird expert was out of town so I would have to figure
out the birds on my own.
The Honeymoon Cabin
Darchelle's friend Emily, whom she had not seen since high school, met us briefly as we checked in
and explained that she was heading home soon but would join us for breakfast in the morning. Our
home for the night would be the Honeymoon cabin, a tall A-frame on the far side of the channel with
a deck overlooking a nice little mudflat. There were shorebirds, though only a Greenshank and a
Common Sandpiper, along with several Black Crakes and African Jacanas.
Supper was not incredible but we ate on an open deck watching the sunset over the African
bush. Back in our cabin we slept for the first time under a tent of mosquito netting, reviving my
malaria paranoia although malaria is pretty much unknown in that part of Zimbabwe. The deep rumble
to which we awoke during the night was the roaring of lions on the far side of the camp. Captive
lions - Antelope Park participates in a program to raise and release lions into the wild, although
to date apparently none have yet been turned loose.
Day 10: Antelope Park to Anderson
Brian at breakfast
Photo with Emily
Ready for a ride through the bush
We ate breakfast out on the deck again. I kept an eye out for birds while Emily and Darchelle
swapped stories from their 30-odd years apart. Emily had built a reputation as a high-end tour guide
before taking a job with a refugee resettlement agency in Greece. Wanting to return home to Zimbabwe,
she found work at Antelope Park and moved in with her mom in Gweru. Living in Zim has its challenges
but she is glad to be home.
White-backed Vultures at the boneyard
White-backed Vultures with Marabou Storks and Pied Crows
Posing with giraffes
Emily recommended that we do a tour of the park by donkey carriage so we did. Our driver Moses,
like his father before him, had been working at the park most of his life. We were grateful that he
had a reasonably good knowledge of both English and of the birds in the park. He made a point of
showing us places where birds hang out and stopping whenever we spotted a bird along the way.
Highlights included a waterhole, additional riparian zones along shallow washes and the boneyard
where the lions' leftovers attracted a variety of vultures, but we also found birds throughout the
dry Acacia woodlands. Moses also found us a few mammals including zebras, giraffes and a red buck.
Southern Yellow-billed Hornbill
For me the ride was a bit rough at times, particularly when we ventured off the tracks, but by
bracing myself with my feet I was able to hang on. By the time we were done, I had
a list of 47 species
were new) with probably another dozen or so unidentified. We spotted a few more birds on the way
out to the highway, along with a couple of elephants trashing the few trees the fire had left
Anderson School entrance
Anderson School campus
The girls dorm
Darchelle with students
Room in the girls dorm
We drove through Gweru to the Anderson School under a sky heavy with clouds. The campus, orderly
and green behind a long brick wall facing the road, seemed nearly empty when we arrived and it took
us a while to get connected with our host, Mr Philip Chulu. We wandered around the campus in the
meantime, Darchelle recalling high school memories associated with every building and room.
Philip and his family
At dinner with Philip and his family
Philip and his family seemed to feel honored to have us their guests; he sat in their living room
with us while his wife and daughters, and two nephews who were living with them, prepared an
elaborate meal of vegetables, salads and sauces with fried chicken. Shortly after we sat down to
eat it began to rain outside and shortly after that, the power went out. Philip explained that the
power usually failed whenever it rained but they were nonetheless grateful for rain because the wet
season was at least a month behind schedule. After dinner mostly by candlelight, he insisted
that we sleep in the master bedroom. I was a bit embarrassed by their generosity but grateful that
there were no mosquitoes overnight. In the morning I think we left some dollars under their
Day 11: Anderson to Solusi
We had an early morning appointment in Bulawayo with another high school friend of Darchelle's, Carl
Chant, so we left the Chulu's before anyone was up. It was a cool damp morning. Wiry gray monkeys
scampered across the front lawn of the church as we drove out. We had the highway to Bulawayo
mostly to ourselves, but the broad boulevards of the city were crowded with people who seemed
aimless, even depressed. No one was selling anything; few people seemed to be shopping, or working,
or going anywhere. The buildings looked run-down, paint peeling, sheet metal gates rusting, litter
drifting in doorways. From the outside Carl's accounting office was undistinguished from its
neighbors. Inside we sat in the kitchen eating pizza with Carl, his wife Charmaine and his
mother-in-law. Darchelle and Carl swapped stories of their high school years at Anderson. Carl and
Charmaine shared tales of life in Zimbabwe not so long ago when hyperinflation ruined the currency.
Carl told about a man who took a wheelbarrow full of Zimbabwe dollars to the store to buy a loaf of
bread. He went inside to check on the price and when he came back out someone had dumped out all
the money and stolen the wheelbarrow! They talked of losing all their savings not once, but twice.
We swapped some of our US dollars for their Zimbabwe bond notes and they gave us a 1 trillion
Zimbabwe dollar note as a souvenir.
Bulawayo sewage fields picnic area?
After lunch, Carl and Charmaine took us out birding at the Bulawayo sewage fields. They are both
avid birders who know the local birds well so I was delighted to have their help. Whenever we came
across a new species they took pains to look it up in the birdbook and show it to us. In just a
couple of hours we accumulated
a list of 46 species
, including 25 new ones. Darchelle took lots of photos.
Back in town we bought gas at the station Carl recommended and stopped by a modern-looking shopping
center for a few groceries. It was very strange to walk through a supermarket where most of the
shelves were more than half empty. There were some canned goods, soda pop, crackers and other
processed foods but very few fresh meats or vegetables. We also noticed more white people than we had
elsewhere in the country so far.
It was rush hour by the time we headed out of town towards Solusi, the university where Darchelle's
parents taught during the several years that she attended Anderson. We drove directly into the sun
for an hour or so on a paved but unmarked road with virtually no other traffic. At the signs for
the new entrance road we took a few photos then drove to the school where a pair of Crowned Lapwings
greeted us outside the wall in front of the secondary school, across the street from the entrance to
the University. As soon as we turned into the University campus Darchelle began to recognize her
surroundings - the lawn where she played volleyball, the boulders they climbed on, the road to her
Prayer meeting in the Solusi church
Dinner at the cafeteria
After stopping by the church for prayer meeting, we found our way to the cafeteria. A few students
were still eating though most had left and there were plenty of open tables in the large room. One
of the students took us to a staffperson who sat us at a table in a small room off the kitchen and
brought us plates of sudza, boiled beans and greens in peanut sauce. It was not clear whether we
were being honored or quarantined but we were grateful for the opportunity to try authentic African
fare. After supper one of the kitchen workers took us in back to show us the massive vats in which
the sudza, a sort of cornmeal porridge, is prepared. Each vat, he told us, serves 300 students.
Of that day, Darchelle recalled:
We had a wonderful time at Anderson and also Solusi. Precious people. Lots of memories. Some
reflective tears and amazing birding - there are so many beautiful species in front of our old home
at Solusi that I almost forgot to take pictures of the house! Ha ha. When we first drove by a
woman called out of the living room window, “Hello!” So we pulled over and had a nice chat and she
let us walk through the house and it looks just the same, though feels a lot smaller. :) She had
her sewing machine out on the table just like mom used to.
Main road into Solusi campus
Darchelle's old home at Solusi
Brian with Yolanda and her daughter
The living room
Darchelle's old bedroom
The woman living there is Yolanda Ramilison. She says her two daughters are at Andrews studying
medicine and accounting. Shoot, I can’t remember their names. Alicia should look them up.
We went to prayer meeting Wednesday night and a man came up and greeted us. It was the old cook and
he was thrilled to meet us, remembering “Dr. and Mrs. Worley” and mentioning that I looked like
you, Mom and Dad. They were running on generators because the rain and wind knocked out the
electricity so our guest house was very dark. We used our phones for flashlights and slept fairly
well though Brian has not been feeling well. Walked all over the place the next day and of course
did some gratifying birding, too. Every bird is a new bird in this country!!!!
Had a fabulous time with Carl Chant and his wife and mother-in-law. He recounted lots of stories
from our childhood and then from Anderson that I had forgotten. It is really great to be
reincorporating memories and stories and events. Integrative. So much has been packed into my
brain over the years that a lot had been relegated to the basement or attic or something of my mind.
Yolanda and her husband, who teaches at the University, are from Madagascar, or maybe it was
Mozambique - a country that I had heard of, that begin with an M, and from which I had never met
Guest house bedroom
Guest house bathroom
Garden in front of the guest house
I had forgotten about not feeling well. I had a head cold which migrated to my chest for a few days.
Coughing was hard work but fortunately did not interrupt my birding much. The good night's sleep
we enjoyed in the deep darkness of Solusi facilitated my recovery.
Day 12: Solusi to Hwange
Birding at Darchelle's old home
Eastern Miombo Sunbird
Lesser Blue-eared Starling (magenta flanks)
In the morning we returned to Darchelle's old home. The birding really was exciting. In the
big Jacaranda tree at the corner of the driveway we had good looks at, and almost got good photos
of, an African Paradise Flycatcher with an orange tail almost a foot long. In the driveway, I
finally definitively identified a Lesser Blue-eared Starling. A flash of yellow in the bushes
across the street turned out to be a Sulphur-breasted Bushshrike. Nearby a Black-backed Puffback
was singing its bizarre "click too-weee-it" song. Within 100 feet we found three species of
Greater Blue-eared Starling (royal blue flanks)
Later we drove over to the graveyard where some of the pioneer missionaries are buried. Not to be
irreverent but I was more interested in the Green Woodhoopoe and Crested Barbet which perched
simultaneously in one of the trees shading the tombstones while an indisputably Greater Blue-eared
Starling foraged on the ground nearby, brilliantly greenish-blue in the sunshine. Starlings in
southern Africa are definitely not "sky rats". Altogether during the morning that we wandered
around Solusi I accumulated a
list of 30 species
and Darchelle even got a few photos despite that not being her primary
interest during our visit.
Returning to Bulawayo, we stopped at the conference office to drop off an envelope with money in it
for an old friend of Darchelle's father. As Darchelle wrote:
We stopped at the conference office in BYO and the assistant treasurer arranged with the secretary
to keep the envelope for Richard Ngwenya with money and a note from me. I told him he was Dad‘s
best friend and they asked what was inside so I told them. US cash is king around here - hopefully
they are not experiencing too much poverty to get their brain wires crossed, and to be sure he gets
it. We also spoke with his nephew who said he would call him to tell him to pick it up. The
secretary thought she might be able to get a hold of Mavis. She said they pick up their retirement
check from the bank now. She seemed ambivalent about all of it so I gave her five dollars to help
her feel good about doing it and hopefully to encourage her to protect it and get it to them. Dad,
you may want to follow up. When they ask how much money was in the envelope three people present so
at least there are some witnesses! Everyone in Zimbabwe is dying for US dollars. We changed some
money for bonds which are used like dollars, but you can get two bond per dollar on the “black
market” and in our case three bond per dollar (thanks to Carl).
SDA conference office Bulawayo
Highway south from Bulawayo
Matopos National Park entrance
Having an afternoon to kill before we needed to board the train to Victoria Falls, we drove down to
Matopos National Park, famed for its odd formations of weathered granite. We did not know that the
park is also home to one of the few surviving populations of White Rhinos, critically endangered by
poachers who kill them for their horns which are highly valued as medicine in China and parts of
Southeast Asia. The rhinos may have been the reason that the southern entrance to the park was
closed. That was the only access road Darchelle knew about but the guard gave us directions to an
alternate route. She moved and spoke very slowly, as if she had been sniffing glue. The rhinos may
also have been the reason for the military roadblock we encountered on the drive south from
Bulawayo. Having heard many stories about problems with checkpoints on roads in Zimbabwe back in
the day, I was a little apprehensive when I saw it up ahead but the soldiers just waved us
Matopos rock formation
Matopos rock formation
Matopos rock formation
Matopos scenic drive
I was a disappointed that we were too short on time to do any hiking at Matopos. The big granite
domes with round boulders stacked on top of them just begged to be explored, but perhaps that would
not have been a good idea. The shy springboks would not have been a problem but the one Warthog we
saw did not look at all friendly and even the numerous baboons showed little inclination to get out
of our way.
relatively quiet and there were quite a few that I couldn't identify, but the Violet-backed
Starlings were unmistakable. The habitat was similar to that we've seen elsewhere in Zimbabwe, arid
woodlands interspersed with meadows, but except in a few burned areas, the grass cover seemed taller
and more dense and the woody flora likewise. Although I recall the landscape as being mostly brown,
many of the trees and bushes actually had green leaves.
We were back at the Bulawayo train station by 5PM. We had arranged to meet the car rental agent
there at five so we could return the car to him, but he wasn't there. Our train was due to leave at
seven but I was worried because meeting the agent was just the first link in a chain of connections
we needed to make in order to get to Rusangu by the following evening as planned. It would have
been much easier to simply catch a flight to Livingstone from Bulawayo but we chose to take the
overnight train partly because it was much cheaper but also because the route would cross Hwange
National Park and offer the possibility of seeing a variety of wildlife. From the Victoria Falls
train station we would catch a taxi to the Zambian border, walk across, catch another taxi to the
Livingstone airport, rent a car and drive four hours to Rusangu. If all went as planned, we would
arrive on Friday afternoon with several hours to get settled in before Sabbath. But first the
rental car agent had to show up, and we didn't really have any way to contact him if he didn't show.
Day 13: Hwange to Rusangu
The agent showed up with an hour to spare. Link #1 - check.
Bulawayo train station
Waiting for the train
Boarding the train
We bought tickets for a private stateroom on the train. We paid in bond but I think the price
worked out to about $8 each. There being no meal service, we had bought our supper at a little
grocery store across the street from the station, one can each of baked beans and sardines in tomato
sauce, a small plastic bottle of milk, a cup of cereal and some fig newtons. When we joined the
line of people on the platform waiting for the train, a station official singled us out and escorted
us to the stationmaster's office. We never determined the reason for our special treatment, whether
it was my disability or simply because we were the only white people in the line. I appreciated
being able to sit down but did not appreciate the mosquitoes that were attracted by the lights in
the office. When the train was announced, the crowd on the platform rushed forward bearing bags,
babies and blankets, the bags often balanced on their heads. When we moved to join them our
official motioned us to wait, then calmly escorted us to our stateroom. Forty minutes later, we
were under way. Link #2 - check.
Dinner in our stateroom
Watching the scenery go by
Not so fast... We had scarcely gotten up to speed when we slowed down and stopped, somewhere out in
the darkness in the African bush. We stayed in our stateroom, finished our supper, opened the tarnished brass
folding sink and discovered that one of the faucets could still produce a trickle of water, declined
to wash up nonetheless, arranged our packs for pillows and curled up together on the lower bunk.
We actually slept on and off. The train stopped several more times. By morning we were somewhere
in Hwange, I presumed. The windows were filthy so Darchelle moistened a couple of napkins and
scrubbed off some of the grime. There actually wasn't much to see other than mostly bare trees.
We passed one or two villages, small collections of round huts with pointed thatch roofs like tepees.
We also passed a mining district, a hellish-looking place littered with piles of smoldering rock.
Peering out the window I spotted a couple of hawks but concluded that I couldn't identify them.
Outside of the town of Hwange though, I was able to identify a pair of Senegal Coucals in a riparian
field, my only new bird for the day.
It is fitting that Darchelle describe our trip from the train station in Victoria Falls to the
airport in Livingstone, because she made it happen successfully.
Upon arriving in Vic Falls, we successfully negotiated a very cheap taxi to the border - 6 bond, so
$2 - and walked our hot-n-sweaty selves across the bridge, stopping briefly for photos with the
falls and gorge in the background. Almost no water on the Zambian side since it is not the rainy
season. We will see a lot more of the falls when we spend time on the Zimbabwe side. Then we
negotiated a taxi ride to the Livingstone airport to pick up our rental car (which turned out to be
a truck) from $85 down to $10 +10 Bonds - after I started walking down the road towards Livingstone,
communicating my determination, with Brian in tow.
Links #3, #4 and #5 - check.
Crossing the bridge into Zambia
Lunch at the Livingstone airport
What Darchelle doesn't mention is how hot it was, close to 100F, and all the people coming and going
through the border station, and the long-tailed monkeys loping across the road between the people. The
airport was a welcome change, spacious, quiet and air-conditioned. It took us a while to arrange
for our vehicle, a white Nissan crew-cab pickup truck. We had heard that the road to Rusangu was
rough and we might want high clearance. We didn't end up needing all that clearance but at least
the truck was no more expensive than the car would have been. We ate lunch while we waited for our
vehicle, eight tasty toasted quarter sandwiches of which I was only able to eat four.
Darchelle described the drive out to Rusangu:
Sellers of fruit (not oranges)
Town along the way
Photo with Coster and David
The road from Livingstone to the turnoff to Rusangu is pretty great. Two lanes and usually marked.
The Bush with the occasional blooming baobab was beautiful and the glorious setting sun in our
rearview mirrors truly African. Due to delay and such we didn’t arrive till 9pm. I drove slowly,
congestion in towns we passed through - dodging people and bikes, and stopping for the usual cows
lumbering across the tarmac.
Day 14: Rusangu
50kms from the school road turnoff we trailed behind three vehicles, one of which was a huge truck
that swerved into the oncoming lane, smashing head-on into a small bus... suddenly we were sitting
at the scene of a devastating accident - smoke, glass, little red shoes, piles of what I hoped were
belongings- villagers running up and frantically working to pry open the twisted metal.
Then arose that sorrow-filled African wailing...gripping and disturbing and hard to be with. Ugh.
We later heard there were five fatalities.
After some time we were able to pass through and continue. I drove even more slowly than before.
It was surreal turning right, crossing the train tracks flanked by those small now rusty white
posts, and onto the dirt road leading to the school. It hasn’t changed in 40 years! Washboard
bumps and deep grooves. Remember when we drove over that 12 foot python? The trees and bush on
either side are mostly cleared away though. A few signs for Rusangu University just past the Tente
(now rather dry, the water still supplying but the area not lush like before).
The church was overflowing with kids that evening - 1000 students there now. Singing loudly. We
pulled over and briefly entered at the back - still the same. The three beautiful copper Revelation
angels hanging to the right. We carried on down to the university and managed to find our contact
person, Fitzgerald (PR) and the guest house. Coster was in town and came over to say hi with David
Kasaji (sp? One of Eagan’s boys) who is one of two who envisioned and now leads the university.
Fun and helpful to reminisce.
I will let Darchelle describe her experience revisiting her childhood home for the first time
in 40 years.
Sabbath we headed back over to the Rusangu that was home for what feels like half my life and has
felt so much like a dream through the past decades. It was so meaningful and a bit surreal to be
driving/walking and remembering what happened where! In a way, normal; but also startling to be in
this place again, I’m still trying to figure out the feelings and put words to emotions.
The school looks just the same, perhaps a couple of new classrooms? But there was garbage here and
there and landscaping minimal. I tried to remember Mom's lovely landscaping around the ad building
with the canna lilies and yellow and orange marigolds.
It struck me that in our day plastic was uncommon, mostly glass that was recycled; the garbage here
is mostly plastic. Maybe the rural Africans aren't used to things that don't compost? Clean-up and
grooming don't seem to be a priority, in any case.
The faculty houses are deteriorated...40 yrs since I was last there and look like they haven’t been
maintained at all. Our old home actually appeared abandoned, but in one of the rooms someone was
clearly living, hut style. Really odd to see “European” styled houses “nativized” - cooking areas
set up in backyards, a hut somewhere in almost every yard, windows covered in well worn
sheets...faint echoes of expat resident living (mostly in basic housing structures and landscaping
remnants such as the three remaining hanging-in-there eucalyptus trees on our road). A bunch of
little African kids were running around playing happily and noisily in the yard of our first home,
spilling onto the road out front. If they had been white and it were 1976 it would’ve been us.
The eucalyptus trees
The holding tank
View into the holding tank
Brian with the anthill in the field
The tall eucalyptus trees (only 3 remain) lining the road, the ant hill across from our house where
we played king of the castle and built fires to cook on, the gate to the maize field, the holding
tank we scrubbed and swam in, the Toppenberg trees we played tag in that lined the road where we
played dare base every Monday at 4pm, The Path, the Moswa’s house we stayed in those first two weeks
and out front where my doll got stolen after we rushed into the house behind Sally who was crying
out upon hearing those cow bells...!
Lots of trees and hedges are cleared away though the bougainvillea hedges and mulberry bushes are
hard to root out completely. There’s only one lemon tree left, a couple of the guavas, but the
papas are gone and both yards of the houses we lived in are very shaded by large mango trees that
must’ve grown up after we left.
The folks who live there now were out for the day so we got to snoop around. I took lots of pics -
back porch where our playhouse was and where the adder threatened the cats, the storage room where
Marcy had her 12 puppies. The porch where flying ants busted out from the soil after the rain and
our pet frog got swallowed by that cobra, the bedroom where I’d read by the light of the porch while
mom and dad and friends played scrabble in the dining room, the doorway where Clari and I would fall
asleep on the floor so we could whisper to Alicia and Sally in their doorway down the hall, or
listen to Alicia teaching Sally the echo to that song “Will the Circle.” The window we snuck puppies
through and laughed hysterically when Dad found them wiggling under our covers, the driveway where 4
yr old Sally launched on the 10 speed bike! That slopey road by the basketball court where I
managed to ride a bike for the first time. The cafeteria where we went to church before there was
one, and watched a movie with the students sometimes on a Saturday night ... the road home where
Sally would run after Mr. Kneller on his moped yelling “Can I have a ride?” Thinking about what it
must’ve been like for Mom and Dad to be there doing this mission thing with us kids.
On and on and on! It’s interesting how being here gives me the sense that I actually have a
childhood! It’s been good to be bringing that into my reality. So meaningful and impactful. I’ve
shed lots of tears, partly because that’s what I do, but also I think grieving the lost home and
life we had, I had. It was everything to me and we never got to say goodbye. I’m not sure...but
it’s a lot of feelings!
We had planned to attend church at the secondary school - the church Mom and Dad spent hours and
hours during furlough months organizing and collecting used clothes, stuffing them into cloth bags
Mom stitched up, mailing to Rusangu and then selling them to the locals to raise money to build it.
But the university folks expected us at their church and treated us with seats at the front and a
warm welcome. David Kasaji told the students, “Now these people are strangers to you, but to some
of us they are the children of Mr. and Mrs. Worley who taught and mentored us in high school over
there,” then going on to name the various faculty and staff of the university who’d been your
students. The students laughed as he named them, the way high school kids do when imagining their
teachers and mentors as youth themselves. I got some of it on video.
Photo with our cook/housekeeper
The service was “progressive” in music and preaching (preacher was hilarious and clearly
much-loved). A group sang the Tonga song we used to sing as kids - Dalila salila mumu sebensela -
to a different and modernized tune/style.
Day 15: Rusangu to Victoria Falls
After church we ate at a potluck (with Irene, wife of Fordson who still looks stylish and spunky and
remembers the birthday cake mom made her when she first arrived at Solusi). “But really, Fordson is
the Worley’s son,” she said.
Brian and Fitzgerald at the original church
The Henderson's boy, grown up
Brian and Darchelle at the Tente
Here is Darchelle's description of our last morning at Rusangu:
Sunday we ended up being taken on a tour of the university which we both very much enjoyed,
but it took up the rest of the time we had at Rusangu. We got to go to the Tente and the stream
near the primary school where we once played and I got the nickname ddstream. Also went to Mananda
Dam where we’d walk to on Sabbaths - the area is cleared away and being groomed for guest houses for
the university when funds come in. A different experience to drive in vs hiking through tall grass
on a barely-there path!
While at the Tente, a truck pulled in behind us - the boy (now older man) who use to live and work
with the Hendersons had tracked us down to greet us and send greetings to mom and dad and to ask
about Mrs. Henderson, expressing how good they had been to him and to please let her know he still
thinks of her (he knew Mr. H had passed away). He manages transportation for the secondary school
now. A humble, gentle soul.
Fitzgerald, the PR person who took us around, recounted the story how back in the 1920’s Harry
Anderson spotted the Tente and fell in love with the area. He left to rally resources for a mission
school and when he returned, found Jesuit medical missionaries settling in. The dispute was taken
to the tribal chief of that area who said Anderson had to prove he’d been there first. Anderson
took them to a “beacon” he had erected before leaving and the chief was convinced. The primary
school was built and the very first SDA church in Zambia (1929, still standing, there was a wedding
going on - it all looks the same). Maybe the Jesuits were those who went on to build the medical
center in Monze, which is still serving the area (and where we got those terribly painful injections
with blunt needles around our belly buttons after petting that dog who ended up having rabies). Dad
will likely know.
The secondary school came in the early 60’s, and the university in 2005. Really something
inspirational to witness how the past efforts grew to so much more, to think about people like Mom
and Dad who prepared kids from rural villages to go on to eventually work/serve all over the country
and beyond, and raise up the university.
We had a beautiful time at Rusangu, though I didn’t feel satisfied with the time spent wandering
around our home campus. Too short, just a few hours over a couple of visits. Though we don’t know
how we would’ve done it, I feel like I needed two more days.
Cattle along Mananda Reservoir
African Golden Oriole
We spent Sunday morning at Rusangu taking a tour of the campus (and doing a little incidental
birding) then drove back to Livingstone, turned in our truck and caught a taxi back to the border.
As we walked across the bridge over the river, the same young man who had attempted to sell us
carved animals two days earlier recognized us. He called out to us and asked us how we enjoyed our
visit to Monze. He had more animals to sell us and he remembered our previous excuse for not buying
anything, that we did not want to have to carry them with us to Monze. We bought souvenirs from
him, rather cute little carved hippos and elephants for friends and family back home, and a
realistic elephant in polished gray stone for me. And of course a little wooden baboon for my
Produce for sale
Darchelle took a few photos from the car as we drove through the several towns between Monze and
Livingstone, but in general we did not document our trip very well after Rusangu. We took lots of
photos of birds and wildlife but not many of people, places and events during our final week in
After crossing the bridge we picked up another taxi which waited while we did the border formalities
(I think they just waived us through) then drove us through town to Lorrie's B&B. Three zebras were
grazing on the front lawn of one of the hotels we passed in town. Lorrie's was quiet and peaceful,
a long low building with a bar overlooking a small swimming pool, a dining room with indoor and outdoor
seating and half a dozen rooms fronting on a long veranda facing a green lawn shaded by small islands
of shrubs and trees. Lorrie greeted us and introduced us to her partner Clive at the bar, which smelled
of cigarette smoke despite the sliding doors opened wide to the warm evening air. Both she and Clive
had that weatherbeaten appearance which seemed to me characteristic of older white people in Zimbabwe.
I don't recall her history but Clive had grown up on, and then assumed management of, his family's
tobacco farm in Zimbabwe until he was run off at gunpoint back in 2007. They didn't seem to hold any
grudges. We considered walking into town for dinner but Lorrie warned us against walking the
streets after dark due to the risk of encountering elephants, so we stayed in. She fixed us supper,
pork loin perhaps, and it was delicious.
Day 16: Birding with Carl and Charmaine
Lorrie fixed us breakfast too I think. I remember the coffee, smooth and fragrant with very little
acidity despite being only a medium roast; I think of it as distinctly African and I loved it.
Brian, Carl and Charmaine
Brian and Darchelle with Zambian falls
We were very fortunate that Carl and Charmaine had planned a little vacation at a safari lodge in
Hwange and would be stopping in Victoria Falls on the way, during the time that we were planning to
be there. They had graciously offered to spend a day showing us around the local parks, so they picked
us up in their Land Rover after breakfast and drove us to the Victoria Falls National Park visitors
center back at the border crossing to Zambia.
Zimbabwe side of Victoria Falls from the rain forest
Vervet Monkeys under the bridge
Male Vervet Monkey
We walked the trail along the rim of the gorge right across from the falls, looking for birds and
stopping at various viewpoints to look across the chasm at first the Zimbabwean and then the Zambian
side of the falls. Being still in the dry season, only a trickle of water was running over the
Zambian falls so that part of the trail was dry and very hot. Across from the Zimbabwean side spray
from the falls showered the rim with a continuous light rain back as far as maybe 100 yards from the
edge, supporting a dense and leafy forest where the temperature was as much as 30F cooler. It was
midday and bird activity was a little slow but with Carl and Charmaine's help we managed to find
about 30 species
Highlights included a duetting pair of Black-collared Barbets, four species of sunbirds, a
cooperative Cordonbleu and of course, the blue-balled monkeys.
Warthog family at the Jungle Junction Restaurant
Zambezi River Gorge below Victoria Falls
Lunch at the Jungle Junction Restaurant
After lunch at the Jungle Junction Restaurant overlooking the gorge (where Carl spotted a Peregrine
Falcon) they took us on a private safari drive in Zambezi National Park, beginning at the famous big
Baobob tree and continuing upriver on dirt roads through the dry bush.
The Big Baobob tree
Zambezi River above Victoria Falls
Baobob tree with elephant damage
We found 41 species
of birds and
some big game as well. Darchelle got some good photos.
Southern Red-billed Hornbill
Lorrie wasn't doing supper so we ate out, at the
I think. We sat outside on a deck under a tent. Laurie had called a cab for us
and our driver returned and drove us home after we ate. No elephants encountered.
Day 17: Devil's Pool and Livingstone
Rather early Tuesday morning we ventured back across the border to a resort along the river in
Livingstone from which we would catch a boat out to the island. Baboons were
foraging for breakfast
as we approached the bridge and hippopotami were lying in wait in the river as we motored by on
our way out to the island. I had been a little apprehensive about all the connections but somehow
it worked out. I was allowed to join the outing despite being disabled but they would not let me
attempt the crossing through the water over to the pool. That was probably reasonable although the
guides did not go through the water but instead hopped across a narrow channel between the basalt
ledges, something I could easily have managed.
17 marks Livingstone Island
Hippos in the river
Our landing spot on the island
Crossing over to the pool
Brian looking on
Darchelle and guide on the edge
They wanted me to stay in the camp but soon lost interest in my whereabouts so I poked around on the
ledges until I found a vantage point from which I could see Darchelle in the pool. It looked like
fun, lying on the rim of the pool peering over the edge of the cliff into the gorge. They didn't
stay out there very long, just long enough for each person to take a turn on the rim with a guide in
close attendance. After they all returned one of the guides graciously took photos of Darchelle and
me in front of the gorge.
Posing above the gorge
Tables set for breakfast
Our Devil's Pool outing included breakfast afterwards on the island. It was pretty good as I
recall; I had a burger of some kind while Darchelle enjoyed some fancy oatmeal.
About the experience, Darchelle wrote:
Tuesday we went to Livingstone Island (where Livingstone first came upon the falls) and I took a
swim to “Devils Pool” - right next to the edge of the falls. The only disturbing part was watching
the guides who casually walked along the EDGE of the falls…it was distressing. Later a longtime
local anti-poaching activist and bird guide confided that two of these guides had fallen over while
helping a tourist.
Inspired by the Rock Pratincoles coursing over the river as we motored out to the island, I recorded
a bird list
even though there
were several small birds I could not identify.
Exhibit about village life
Exhibit about village life
Livingstone's forward to his journal
Since we were already on the Zambia side of the border we spent most of the afternoon exploring
Livingstone, in particular the Livingstone Museum which housed interesting exhibits on the
aboriginal, colonial and modern history of Zambia as well as some natural history, even including
some bird lists. After the museum we moseyed through a market area where shopkeepers insisted that
we purchase carved animals and colorful shirts and more. Darchelle promised them that she would
return later and we did, stopping to purchase shirts for everyone on our way to the airport.
Day 18: Chobe Safari
Big day today, once again arranged by Lorrie. We caught a ride from Victoria Falls about an hour west
to Kasane in Botswana, transferring to another driver at the border while our Zimbabwe driver waited
all day for us to return. Although at the time I didn't pay attention to who was actually conducting our
safari, we apparently did
the one-day trip
offered by Kalahari Tours which consisted of a three-hour boat ride on the
river before lunch and a three-hour drive through the bush along the river after lunch. Both
outings were private tours, just the two of us with our guide Kembu who knew the birds well and did
a great job getting us close to them, particularly in the morning. Being on the water allowed us to
approach birds without flushing them, providing opportunities for both photography and
identification. Darchelle took advantage of those opportunities and managed to get photos of more than 50
of the 92 species we identified for the day.
Boarding the boat
As I was writing this account more than two years after the fact, I spent quite a bit of effort
attempting to determine our routes on the boat trip and the bush drive but was only partially
successful. From the boat dock at Kalahari Tours we motored downstream about a kilometer to where
the river filters through a set of rocky islands. Lots of Yellow-billed Storks there, mostly
juveniles; I suspect they nest in the trees on the islands. Big flock of African Openbills overhead
Hippopotamus and Waterbucks
Above Kasane the floodplain of the Chobe opens up into a broad grassy plain divided into islands by
oxbows and active channels of the river. As I recall we motored upstream along the south bank of
the river past the boat dock where we had started, then at some point followed smaller channels
across the floodplain to return downstream along the north bank of the river. We turned right at a
dead elephant carcass, passing ominous-looking African Buffalo and Hippopotami on our left and a
couple of small crocodiles on the right. We steered clear of all of them but found lots of birds to
inspect - various herons and lapwings, lots of Jacanas, flocks of geese and terns, several
kingfishers, a mix of swallows and a handful of upland birds - 45 species
Chobe floodplain - Waterbucks, Baboons, African Buffalo
When we set out on the bush drive around 2PM, the temperature was over 100F. The big animals didn't
seem to mind but the birds were pretty quiet. The open woodland of the bush seemed very dry, many
of the trees bare with a sparse carpet of shriveled leaves scattered over the sandy orange soil. We
did not actually spend a lot of time in the uplands, driving instead down to the edge of the
floodplain savanna along the river. There were lots of animals there, baboons and various
antelopes, elephants and Cape Buffalo. Quite a few birds as well; we ended up with a list of about
but I suspect we overlooked
a half-dozen more in the bush.
Red-billed Oxpecker on an Impala
For the sake of readability I only included a few of Darchelle's bird photos in this account; there
are more embedded in the eBird checklists linked above.
Day 19: Birding with Charles
King of the road
Thanks to Charles's expertise and knowledge of local birding spots, we managed to exceed yesterday's
list despite only birding for the morning, ending up with 94 species on our last day in Zimbabwe.
Darchelle took some of her best photos of our entire trip to Africa as well. Charles had a bad cold
so we suspect it was only thanks to Lorrie's influence that we even got to go out with him for half
a day. Not that he seemed at all reluctant to be out in the field with us; on the contrary he was
at least as enthusiastic about birding and natural history in general as we were, and equally
delighted with the several opportunities we had to get good photos.
Lesser Striped Swallow
We visited three locations all within a few miles of Victoria Falls. Our
extended from a
viewpoint just upstream of the falls, past the big Baobab tree then down a back road to a small
marsh below the Elephant Hills Hotel, a few hundred yards south of where that road crosses the golf
course. We began that checklist with a close-up view of a colorful Half-collared Kingfisher and
concluded it with a good look at a rare Red-necked Falcon. Investigating later, I found several
other reports of Red-necked Falcons nearby on eBird from earlier in 2018 and two or three additional
reports from the previous decade. As of March 2021, there had been no subsequent reports. Not as
rare as a Taita Falcon, reported as recently as 2015 from the gorge below the falls, but pretty rare
Crocodile Farm pond
Hovering Pied Kingfisher
Our second stop was a couple of shallow wastewater ponds associated with a possibly defunct crocodile
farm (a.k.a. Victoria Falls Crocodile Park) along the south bank of the river about two river miles
upstream from the falls. Surrounded by arid bush, the marshy ponds were filled with waders and
shorebirds - we counted 40 species
in a half hour including our first Hammerkop. Great for photos.
African Gray Hornbill
For our third checklist
three or four miles upstream through the bush in Zambezi National Park, popping out to the river
bank from time to time. At the upper end of our drive we got out of the Land Rover and walked
around a bit. That was where the vehicle refused to start, as Darchelle mentions below. Highlights
in that section included a Bateleur, an odd-shaped eagle which I had been hoping to see. Our guide
may have been the source of a macabre bit of lore about the Bateleur - that it had a reputation for
eating the eyeballs out of corpses after military battles.
Thursday we birded with Charles, a well-respected and usually booked-up bird guide in the area (our
AirBnB host knows him so managed to get us a few hours). We met him at 6am and with our limited
time, he tore around in what he calls his Christian Jeep because whenever it stalls “you pray and it
keeps on going!” He’s a white Zimbabwean who grew up on a farm there as they mostly all did. We hit
several crucial birding spots of differing habitats and Brian managed to achieve his goal of 300! A
remarkable accomplishment considering he arrived knowing nothing about African birds and had
relatively minimal guidance along the way. Even spotted a Red-necked Falcon the guide hadn’t seen
in 10 years despite daily bird guiding!
Charles and his Christian Jeep
Waiting for elephants
Boarding the flight at Livingstone
At about 4 hours into our birding with Charles, our Airbnb host called him wondering where we were,
concerned we wouldn’t make our flight out of Livingstone. Our taxi connections on both sides of the
border were awaiting us. Charles whipped the jeep around and tore up the ZNP dirt road like
lightning, only to come upon a herd of elephants chewing up a baobab tree and blocking our exit. We
anxiously waited, hoping they’d lumber along. Finally Charles started advancing, slowly, carefully
- otherwise they charge, and the herd decided to make way and move on, looking back, noisily
scolding us for the interruption.
Day 20: Thobekile
We made our flight, with a bit of time to spare, grateful the exit from Zim, crossing the bridge,
entering Zambia, etc., all went fairly smoothly thanks to some diplomatic but firm negotiating by
our taxi drivers.
On the way out of Zim we passed a petrol station with a line of 44 cars - I counted. Fuel is hard
to come by right now which explains some of the current paucity in the country. In the 70’s,
remember how we used to go to Zim to load up on food supplies, not knowing when the next flour or
sugar truck would come through Zambia? Well, Zim is no longer the “Bread Basket” it once was;
people actually go to Zambia for food. At the Pick-n-Pay, very little to purchase, long aisles of
empty shelves. Stale chips and baked beans and bananas…even the dogs and cows look depressed.
Notable how the energy distinctly changes moving from Zimbabwe into Zambia; even though Zambia is
more rural, it felt more hopeful, the people more content and relaxed.
Once in Joburg we hopped in our rental, which was an automatic - that made my day - and travelled
the 2+ hour drive to Groblersdal in the Mpumalanga region to Thobekile’s place. We had a nice
supper and it was great fun catching up.
From Darchelle's letter to her family:
We spent the day just hanging out, and went to eat in a lovely spot near a game park where we could
escape the heat, visit, and watch birds. It was super entertaining to hear Thobe’s stories about
Clari (getting Thobes to write poetry, going with her to her family’s farm near Harare - a tall
white girl with bright blond hair arriving in their rural village and eating sudza with her
grandparents, how they’d sneak out of study hall at Anderson to eat food Emily’s mom would supply,
and wearing matching pink dresses Mom had made for them to the banquet. She asked about each of you
by name and sends her love to all, “And that tall guy, Mr. Worley!”
It’s a long story but her (absent) husband lives in Zim and she isn’t currently employed and really
struggling. Thobes had taught math for several years, coming to teach in South Africa when life in
Zimbabwe grew worse. Recently SA has replaced foreign-born workers with native South Africans, but
those from ravaged Zim have very little incentive to return home. We lived those hours with her
experiencing their poverty and left feeling frustrated and helpless with glaring, gross inequities,
deciding that we can’t change this human reality but we can be part of supporting and sharing with
those who are meaningful people in our lives and stories like Thobes and her boys.
Thobekile took us to visit several friends from church who lived in Mototema A, a small town at the
edge of the foothills a few miles outside of Groblersdal. One woman was ninety years old I think;
it would have been interesting to know her story. Mototema itself I believe dated back to the
apartheid era when Blacks were forcibly moved out of more desirable areas. It consisted of small
houses packed together, a few with dusty garden plots of orange soil, along a grid of mostly paved
streets. Thobekile's friends seemed delighted to meet us though I didn't understand most of their
conversation. I did notice an African Green Pigeon in a tree overhead while we were visiting.
On our way back to Groblersdal we bought a bag of roasted peanuts from a vendor in the village and a
few ears of roasted corn from a roadside farmers market. The corn was starchy but only slightly
Southern Red Bishop
For lunch we drove a few miles north to the restaurant at Kingdoms Lodge
, a cross between a motel and a game park, and sat on a covered
deck overlooking a small pond full of fish which swarmed to the surface when we tossed bits of bread
into the water. We lingered over lunch and visited. Darchelle got a few bird photos when we walked
around afterwards, along with photos of ourselves. I recognized enough of the birds to do
Thobekile invited more friends over that evening. I talked at length with a retired banker but felt
frustrated by my frequent failure to understand his accent, as well as by my inability to swat the
occasional mosquito that happened by.
Day 21: Sabbath with Birkenstock’s, flight home
From Darchelle's letter to her family:
This morning we drove from Groblersdal back through Joburg, down past Sedaven (thought of you,
Alicia!) and to the Three Rivers area where we met up with David S and family again at the
Birkenstock’s church. David had told them he was coming with some "Americanos" and arranged to
share lunch at their home afterward. A bit sureal to observe their 38-year-old son present the
sermon - he was 2 when I was first assigned to work for them at Anderson! When they thought about
what Americans might be coming, Worleys instantly came to mind, but they were still surprised when
we showed up. We had a great time reminiscing, catching up, etc.They also took us around their
property to show Brian some of the
(new ones included). They (along with everyone else throughout our trip) asked about each
of you by name and with great interest, and asked us to bring you their love and best wishes.
Then we raced to the airport.
On our way back to Johannesburg from Groblersdal I had Darchelle pull over to the shoulder when I
spotted some birds which looked like Red-winged Blackbirds with ridiculously long tails.
Unfortunately they flew away when we stopped but Darchelle was able to get a few distant photos of
what turned out to be Long-tailed Widowbirds. Not rare in their tallgrass savanna habitat but
certainly unusual-looking. We saw a number of the kites in open grassland with scattered trees but
the only one we were able to photograph was in the Birkenstock's backyard. Our final new bird, #310, of
our African trip was a Greater Honeyguide, singing in the trees along the Birkenstock's driveway.
No photo unfortunately.