Lockdown Day 811-15 June 2022
The morning mist lies thick and hazy in the low areas as we leave Mata Mata with -4°C on the dasboard display.
We travel swiftly and are blessed with a Gnu and young giraffes right next to the road. We decide to turn into a loop after hearing of 4 cheetah males were hanging around there the past couple of days.
And there, on the far side of the rigde opposite the loop they were, lazily sitting upright and scanning the area. Sharp sunlight and misty conditions made for bad photography, but hopefully we can extract something off the video camera.
This is the thing about a trip like this. No reception forces you off the grid and changes the perception of 'sharing'. You start relaxing, because you're not chained to the outside world, and in a way the Kgalagadi rewrites those rules.
You actually feel like it gives you your life back. Like when you swim in the ocean. I have a friend who says the red Kalahari sand gets under her skin. How true. When I walked into my beloved Kieliekrankie hut, seeing the amazing view over the dunes, I inhale and exhale, feeling the Kgalagadi doing its thing.
So tonight, while the full moon highlights our own waterhole and an owl glides past the window, I thank God for His provision and goodness, His awesome creation and omnipresence. I praise Him forever for carrying us in His hand. He really has got this.
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