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Day 8: A lazy day

The power had come and gone during the night, and the damn air-conditioning in my room kept starting up with a cheerful BLEEP WHIRRRRRRR, making it hard to get much continuous sleep. As I had no commitments to anyone, I decided to sleep in. I awoke around 8:30 and hit the breakfast table an hour later and let me tell you, that was one of the best brekkies ever.
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I then drove out to the park, entering at Numbi gate around 11:30. I first drove up north and had a happy if brief reunion with my beloved hippo crew from last year at the Mestel dam. I then went south again to Pretoriuskop, then east towards Skukuza. I think I can now officially pronounce the H1-1 the dullest road in Kruger as I saw fuck all, not even an impala on the way.

As soon as I turned south towards Afsaal, on the H3, I saw rhinos and zebras and giraffes and ellies. I also think I can safely claim the title of rhino-whisperer now (the competition is less than you would believe), as I saw two pairs w/babies. It seems I can't turn around without spotting one these days.

Mah crew from Mestel. Look at the whittle babies on the left!
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Hippos at Shitlhave dam.
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Waterbuck at Transport Dam. Here, he is merely skeptical.
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Finally, he's digusted and outraged. I don't blame him.
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Rhino baby following mom.
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Down the road, another baby was crossing the road with his family.
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At Afsaal, I met with the redoubtable Debra again and had my favorite dish of waffles and ice cream at a ridiculously low price. I then flew low up the Voortrekker and did some loops around Pretoriuskop, before going back to Rissington with a glorious sunset in my eyes.

The dessert of my dreams.
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The sunset right outside the Numbi gate.
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My dinner at the Rissington Inn. A big ole lump of beef, smothered in this rich, strong pepper sauce which I would marry had it been legal.
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