shoot that and put its stuffed head
on my wall’.
Now we had chalked up three of
the big five, just buffalo and rhinos
to go!
Our evening continued with a
barbecue out in the bush, listening
to the night sounds of the animals
stealthily moving around and
watching bats flit around the starry
African sky.
Next day I rose early and
watched the elephants and hippos
at the water’s edge, then we packed
up and rode on to our next stop
at Moholoholo. This is a private-
ly-owned nature reserve and much
smaller and less commercialised
than Kruger. We rode into Moholo-
holo on another dirt road and were
met near our accommodation by
Jason, one of the wardens. He mo-
tioned Jane and me into our park-
ing space under a shady canopy.
Eeek! Too late, I realised I had
just ridden into soft sand and hadn’t
had time to warn Jane who rode up
beside me. We were both stuck!
We couldn’t get off the bikes, we
couldn’t paddle them back and we
were slowly sinking into the sand.
Fits of giggles overcame us again as
I plaintively shouted to Jason.
“Help! HELP!” I squawked.
Fortunately, he heard us and
came to our rescue by placing a big
stone under each of the side stands
to allow us to dismount. Alex
arrived to see what the commotion
was about and gave us another of
his despairing shakes of the head as
we laughed at our predicament.
Mololoholo was a lovely friend-
ly place and we enjoyed a home-
cooked meal that evening whilst
chatting to Jason and the other
staff. But after many days of heat
and riding, exhaustion was creep-
ing up on us all and Jane and I left
to have an early night. “The best
laid plans o’ mice and men aft gang
awry” ... or in this case, it was a
bush squirrel, in our chalet. There
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