After Swakopmund, we headed towards Etosha. Etosha is a nice place but it is not for people who a) don’t have a good binocular; b) don’t have a good zoom lens; and c) are accompanied by children. We, of course, failed on all three accounts.
I love front row nature documentaries where someone gives you the who, what, why, where, and when. They make you feel for the little dung beetle who can’t climb a slope in time before something comes and eats it. Or the pack of cute lion clubs who die of hunger. The context is entirely missing when you visit a game park.
We saw a lion pride of five females and one male. The females were drinking water, while the male was procrastinating nearby. Then he got up, and went to the bush, whereas the females left the scene in the opposite direction, and then seemed to chase some zebras in the faaaaaar distance. And of course, I want to know whether the old lazy troll went for a nap waiting for his harem to feed him later on?
Or these two elephant youngsters, who were either playing a bit more rough or were actually fighting over something. We could tell they were youngsters because there was another much bigger male standing nearby, observing them closely. Was this affection or violence or perhaps something else?
Everything else looked completely random, still beautiful.
As for the boys, it is prohibited to leave your car while in the park. Presumably there are toilets here and there for tourists but we saw none. Add a very dry climate which makes you drink fluids like crazy, and you can easily imagine how we spent more time tending to their toilet needs, rather than observing what’s around us (Hint: vast open spaces were our favorite).
We also had lovely accommodation which I absolutely loved. We were staying in a tent,
with outdoor kitchen, shower and toilet.
In a sum, it was great seeing how indifferent the animals seemed to our presence but we’ll have to wait for the boys to grow up a bit before we visit another game reserve.