On safari at the MalaMala Game Reserve in South Africa

There were no cheetah in our first safari on this trip, which was at a seaside safari lodge near Port Alfred. 

As for the other three safari lodges, they did have cheetah but the sighting of one is a matter of luck as there are relatively few wandering about compared to other animals. 

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I was relatively relaxed about not seeing this beautiful animal as cheetah and I have already crossed paths several times before. The first time I saw a cheetah was on the way to one of the most remote safari lodges in South Africa. 

This is at the very tip of the remote Northern Cape, located within a national park with no commercial flights to and from the national park.

Taking a private Pilatus plane to the MalaMala Game Reserve in South Africa

I had to take a private plane to a dusty and deserted airstrip, and from there it was a five-hour drive through nothing but desert to the lodge.

And, as there are no commercial flights here, the pilot had to park the plane in one corner and wait for me on safari — and so he ended up coming along with us, too, for want of something to do.

This was about 15 months ago, and it was on this safari that I first encountered a cheetah in the wild. And wasn’t he beautiful, sauntering in front of our jeep, just like that.

On this trip, though, my companion had never seen a cheetah, so the pressure to find one was clearly on by the time we got to MalaMala Game Reserve, which was our last safari stop.

By then I was also a tinge guilty about doing a best effort to show him a cheetah as I’d dragged him into going on this safari trip. His idea of a holiday is not riding a jeep through the wilderness, and he much preferred to do the wine route of South Africa for that same amount of time we had.

And now it amuses me no end, by the way, when he tells me he can’t stop watching lions and other wildlife animals on YouTube.

Anyway, the pressure to find a cheetah yesterday was even more because we were assigned ranger Greg Baldwin, who is the head ranger for the entire MalaMala Game Reserve, which is the largest game reserve in this area of Greater Kruger.

All the other private reserves literally pale in comparison, as far as size is concerned. So we had a lot of ground to cover, and we had the best ranger in the area guiding us.

Greg was our ranger for our stay at MalaMala and yesterday was our last safari drive before flying back to Johannesburg, and we still had not crossed the cheetah off our sightings list when we got into the jeep to start off.

By then, after so many game drives, I was actually quite happy just to meander about, and see impala jumping around and elephants wading in the river.

But suddenly Greg turned to us and said: “Two cheetahs have been sighted at the very far end of the property. But they’re actually walking out of the property now and into Kruger Park.”

He’d been on the radio, you see, and so he was listening to all the chatter that morning. He continued: “Do you want to see the cheetah? It’s about a 40-minute drive over there.“

We were in the middle of our drive already, and 40 minutes meant 80 minutes roundtrip on bumpy terrain and rough roads.

But we decided to go for it as a last hurrah, and boy, did we literally fly. I felt like Indiana Jones’ sidekick, with our jeep flying through bushes and brush and us bumping up and down in the back.

Once, Greg turned around and said: “Sorry if I’m driving so fast, but the cheetah are literally on the border. We’re minutes away from missing them.“

And if you know safari reserve rules, you’ll know that most game reserves don’t have physical fences. Properties are just delineated by roads, but things are very strict, and you cannot cross even one inch into another property, even if there are no fences.

And even if no one is watching.

When we finally got to the sighting area, we arrived just in time to see the cheetah pause. Literally pause for a minute or two.

The cheetah were already officially in Kruger Park so we couldn’t follow them in with our jeep, even if they were like a dozen meters away from us. But from the very edge of the final inch of MalaMala property, we could see them well enough.

And if we’d arrived two minutes later, we would have missed them completely. The cheetah had paused for a two-minute breather. And how lucky were we.

Because after that, the cheetah turned their backs on us and walked deeper into Kruger National Park, presumably living their own versions of a never-ending, and never-endingly eventful #Travelife.

So we had the picture-perfect set-up for breakfast, and a scene out of a wildlife movie on the other side.

I was watching the elephants from a safe place by the river banks as the guys did the dirty work of getting the barbecue to work, when suddenly the elephants began to move our way — and quite quickly.

There they were, thumping through the water and making their way towards us. This is the bush so there’s no such thing as taking things easy, so I alerted Greg even if they were still a safe few hundred meters away.

“Uh, Greg,” I said, calling out to him. He was busy setting up the fires.

He looked up at me. So I continued: “The elephants are coming our way and pretty fast.“

Yes, by now, they were in a rush, heading up our path to our breakfast place. Perhaps they also wanted scrambled eggs for breakfast.

I was already thinking about jumping into the jeep, especially as I was in the first line of fire of the stampede, but Greg ever so cool said to us: “Get back here by the fires and stay out of sight.“

Then, he got a big stick and went to the river banks and started waving his arms and making noises. Obviously the elephants understood him eventually as they moved away and took another path.

How cool was that?

He explained: “There was really no danger. We just had to let the elephants know that we were here first and usually they’ll stay out of our way unless provoked.“

Wow. Good thing to remember the next time I encounter wild elephants while on a picnic, living a #Travelife.

The guys did the bacon and sausages on the grill

Then it was my turn to get to work.

Greg was supposed to do all the cooking, but I just couldn’t resist doing a bit of cooking out in the bush, especially if another ranger was coming back after we were done to do the cleaning up.

Talk about a no-stress luxury breakfast in the bush.

So while the guys fried the bacon and sausages, I set about breaking eggs, adding cream and milk, and chopping up some smoked salmon that the MalaMala chefs had thoughtfully added into our picnic basket.

Then I made scrambled eggs with smoked salmon, which tasted delicious out in the bush that morning.

Nothing like a picnic breakfast in the bush with a herd of elephants for company, on just another wonderful morning in my never-ending, and never-endingly eventful #Travelife.