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Game Drive
The magical thirty-six hours we spent at the game reserve will stay in my memory for ever. I’ll never forget my first sunrise in the African bush. We met up at the Land Rovers as arranged, each of us furnished with a vacuum flask of their preferred beverage and a hot bacon sandwich. We were glad of both as there was a thick mist swirling around us, dampening our clothes. It’s the beginning of autumn in South Africa and it is cold at night. Out in the dark, at that mysterious hour before dawn, one could sense the animals of the night, leopard, aardvark, honey badger, aardwolf and pangolin, rustling through the long grass and scrub, searching out a haven for the day. Now and then the headlights would pick up a pair of glowing eyes, arresting the animal for a moment, before it
