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Kalahari Reflections

"Kgalagadi, 'a waterless place.'

6 weeks in the Kalahari passed like a dream. Like sparks off a flint, the memories captured in photographs, flashes back moments of reality.

When patience witnessed nature’s masterpiece in bits of lucidity.


30000 feet below, the long lines of dunes are clearly visible, a regular pattern on the landscape, a testament to “larger than life.

The masked Oryx glancing disdainfully over its shoulder, before crossing a dune top.

A black-maned Kalahari Lion strolling regally down an omuramba, master of his domain. And the busy little Meerkat, wily Kudu, trusting Steenbokkie and clever Jackal. And dear human friends.

All down there…

The Kalahari is protected in the Kgalagadi Transfrontier Park, established in 2000 by President Thabo Mbeki of South Africa, and President Festus Mogae of Botswana. It is part of the Peace Parks initiative of the WWF. The income from the Park is split evenly, and no formal border between what was formerly the Kalahari Gemsbok (Oryx) Park in South Africa and the Gemsbok National Park in Botswana, exists.

Abundant Wildlife, once roaming free over 2 500 000 million km², has been restricted by farming and fences, but elephants, giraffe, lion, leopard and buffalo are still to be found in the large areas conserved for one day’s show and tell.

The multitudes of the time before people, decimated by hunters and poachers during the 30’s and 40’s, has been returned to a plethora of game ranches, where the economic realities of Paleo instincts and capitalism, has resulted in the preservation of beauty.

HOT in Summer, cool in winter, mostly dry, but blessed from time to time with abundant rain, turning the red sand dunes into lush pastures of grazing.

Speckled with Kameeldoringbome (Camel Thorn Trees), slowly growing to great age through centuries, witnessing our travails, their roots stretching down to subterranean levels, for sustenance from the ground water beneath the Red Dunes.

The knee-high dry grass reminding of the poem by Afrikaans poet Jan F. Celliers:
“Dis die Blond,
Dis die Blou,
Dis Al.”

(It’s the Blond, it’s the Blue,… that’s all.)

The Kalahari Truffle, !Nabas (Tongue Click sound!), waiting for just the right combination of hot and cold, wet and dry, to hide in wait beneath the large trees, betrayed by only a small crack in the red sand. A delicious delicacy to the Nomadic tribes traveling through boundless stretches of country, nowadays an excuse for a family affair, filled with laughter, excitement and exclamations.


Kalahari hunt reflectionKalahari sunset

The stars at night, camouflage the International Space Station hurtling past on its endless fall around our Blue Planet, followed by a myriad of little pilot fish satellites. The Milky Way reminding of Machu Picchu, and how easy it must have been to find reason in a world without The Large Hadron Collider, Hubble, and E=mc2. No Oprah and Jerry Springer. Dstv and Netflix, Billions ofShort Selling and Petabytes of Information.

When people still knew the ones they befriended, and could actually recognize them between one pyramid and the next. Talked to the ones they were with. Uncomplicated.

People of the Kalahari love it with a passion.

Kalahari hunt experienceKalahari hunters Jaco and John's barbecue in the veldt

Masters of their cellphones and computers, e-mail and WhatsApps, digital TV and Broadband, and PV Panels, they live an uncomplicated life, where God convincingly looks into your eyes with the morning sun. Then the pleasure of a simple midday meal in the shadow of a Doringboom canopy (Thorn tree). At night, around campfires, families gather, songs are still sung, and amid laughter and jest, stories told.

Meat is barbecued over the glowing coals in the huge sit-around fireplace. Beer (in true dedication to the strong German history that permeates Namibian towns and country) drank with a Keine Kleine (Whiskey) on the side.

In the stillness of an African evening, far-off lightning in the cloud banks to the North-East, the flashes attracting the attention of grazing animals, looking up from the day’s last mouthfuls before a night under a sky full of stars, is a reminder of the great migrations that once was as much part of this landscape, as it still is of the Masai Mara.

A cool wind blows from the West, the early clouds bright blue white, then burning amber back-lit by the sun setting in the great Atlantic Ocean.

The longing to return to the Kalahari, the mystical meeting place of heaven and earth, cannot be aptly described. People have tried to do so, in song and verse, to no avail.

The Kalahari touches your hart. Your soul. Something more than yourself. Once you have been here, you will come back.

Again and again."

~ Jaco Louw, Gordonsbaai, South Africa


Kalahari Hunting NamibiaJaco's first Kalahari Kudu...
Jaco's second Kalahari Kudu...
Jaco and his son Adriaan on another Kalahari meat hunt

"The Kalahari touches your hart.
Your soul.
Something more than yourself.
Once you have been here, you will come back.

Again and again."



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Meaning of "Uitspan"

'Uitspan' is an Afrikaans word that means place of rest.

When the Boer settlers moved inland in Southern Africa in the 1800's, they used ox carts. When they found a spot with game, water and green grass, they arranged their ox carts into a circular laager for protection against wild animals and stopped for a rest.

They referred to such an action of relaxation for man and beast, as Uitspan.

(Picture above of our ancestors.)


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Greater Souther Kudu
Greater Southern Kudus are famous for their ability to jump high fences. A 2 m (6.56 ft) fence is easily jumped while a 3 m (9.84 ft) high fence is jumped spontaneously. These strong jumpers are known to jump up to 3.5 m (11.48 ft) under stress.

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Kalahari Lion

Some animals have one sense more than man!

The flehmen response is a particular type of curling of the upper lip in ungulates, felids and many other mammals. This action facilitates the transfer of pheromones and other scents into the vomeronasal organ, also called the Jacobson's Organ.
This behavior allows animals to detect scents (for example from urine) of other members of their species or clues to the presence of prey. Flehming allows the animals to determine several factors, including the presence or absence of estrus, the physiological state of the animal, and how long ago the animal passed by. This particular response is recognizable in males when smelling the urine of a females in heat.

Click here to read how the Kudu antelope use this sense.