Wednesday 25 April 2007

Matobo National Park









We had a wonderful guide, Brian, for this trip out to the park. He was knowledgable, interesting and enthusiastic.

Almost as soon as we'd entered the park, we spotted two white rhinos grazing. We hopped out of the little open truck thingy and gradually approached them. For ten, maybe fifteen minutes, we stood and watched them from just a few metres away, while Brian told us in hushed tones all that anyone could possibly want to know about rhinos.

We checked out a spring and nearby found a recently killed zebra, its blood still wet on its wounds. Almost certainly the loser of a young males' fight.

The park was beautiful. The sky was a huge, improbable blue, with not a cloud to be seen.Sitting by the lake at lunchtime, I could smell the hot earth.

We also visited caves to see bushman rock paintings (of disputed age). Again, it was great to have a good guide to explain them, although I'm not really sure that so many references to large buttocks were strictly necessary.

The second cave site involved a walk through a truly impressive rocky landscape. After seeing the paintings, we headed up to the top of a hill - well, a huge lump of rock - where I slunk off from the group for a much needed dose of solitude. The scenery took my breath away, and made my heart ache for this wounded country.

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