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South Africa Day 5: A quiet day

This morning I had hopes of getting up late, but instead I slept in, by which I mean I was up at 6:30 instead of the intended 5am sharp. I left camp an hour later and headed south towards Letaba, where I planned to have breakfast.

Nothing much happened on the drive; twice I saw hippos either playing in the water or about to get in. I saw zebras (who gave me a hurt look every time I had to break up the party they were having in the middle of the goddamn road) and ostriches and an absolutely beautiful waterbuck who I believed posed for me when I took his picture; at least it seemed that way.

"Why?"
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Video: Chasing a herd of assholes off the road.
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Video: Ellies just south of Mopani.
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Video: Hippos in the water.
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Frolicking.
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Stuffing face. More than 90% of a hippo's food comes from grazing out of the water.
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Ostrich & zebra.
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Beautiful waterbuck.
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Close up.
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This is the park in summer. You try and find a lion in this ocean of green!
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Video: Tortoise crossing the road.
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Video: Warthogs crossing the road.
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At Letaba, I stuffed face at the outdoor restaurant, situated right on the river the camp takes its name from. Beautiful scenery, but not an animal to be seen. I went to the shop and filled up on presents and such, chatted with some of the employees and then set off towards Olifants.

Video from Letaba:
Breakfast at Letaba

Mah breakfast at Letaba.
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Once in that camp, I again unloaded all of my non-essential belongings and went to have a late lunch. The restaurant at Olifants has perhaps the most striking views in the whole park, where you can look down on the river of the same name, where there are always hippos eating, playing or just snoring away.

Video from the restaurant deck at Olifants:
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Instead of going out again immediately after lunch, I went to my blissfully airconditioned little hut and relaxed before going out on a drive a little over an hour before the gates closed. I drove down towards Balule, a rustic auxiliary camp to Olifants. The road there is nice, as you can take several small detours down to the river, and the final stretch before the camp is a low concrete bridge.

I had read on the Kruger homepage before I left that the bridge had been closed about a week before I went there and especially at one end, you could clearly see heaps of rubble amassed on both sides of it.

This, too, was to be a cat-less day, but I did get in pictures of a cute waterbuck lady w/baby, some baboons that held court right next to Balule and finally a young, fairly colorful crocodile who had positioned himself mid-river. I shot some pics of the sunset on the flowing river and then drove back to Olifants with ten minutes to spare.

Cute waterbucks.
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Baboons. I love these guys.
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Trying to crack a nut.
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I've used this as a profile pic on Facebook.
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Video from the bridge over to Balule:
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Croc in the river.
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