Gravel drives through the sandveld.
Thutlwa lives up to its name with giraffe. Boetie with his latest bait still wades out through the reeds to reel in a gasping silver, yellow-streaked common carp, with scales like rand coins at his own risk these days, as the surroundings are now restocked with crocodile and hippo. By Monday morning black-backed jackal and squirrel move back in to fillet the bones. Because Borakalalo has no lion, the relationship between game and visitors is altogether less tense. There is no elephant either, so the woodland is in much better shape, too.