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Kgalagadi tour

Monday, 15 November, 2010

By PG Jonker


In 1999 I took the family for a tour to the Kgalagadi Game Reserve.  I took my mother-in-law along too.  I thought it might be a good idea to introduce her to the renowned Kgalagadi lions, if you catch my drift.  However, we did not see a single lion, and my mother-in-law is still around.  Four years later we did the tour again, this time without my mother-in-law, as by then we had a third kiddo on the back seat. 

The first item that we packed this time was a 25 liter can of water.  It is amazing the thirst that takes hold of you the moment you realize that the salty water is not drinkable.  Then, suddenly, you don’t want a soda.  No, then you want pure, clear water!

My wife read somewhere that it is a good idea to take play balls along on a trip like this.  It is good for the kids.  So she duly complied.  At Vanrhynsdorp, exactly 301km’s away from home, we make our first stop at the fuel station, took out our breakfast, and played ball.  However, if you are only 19 months old you don’t always grasp the rules of the game.  So the moment he saw a ball rolling, Chris-Jan would give chase, confiscate the ball whilst shouting “ballie, ballie, ballie,” and then refuse anyone access to said ball.

We travelled through Calvinia with its massive post box, but decided to take the ‘been there dunnit’ picture on our return trip.  Sadly, I have to report that we neglected to do that on the way back as well. 

At Brandvlei we stopped for petrol, and had lunch at Die Windpomp restaurant, adjacent to the Boesmanland Instap.  The menu at Die Windpomp boasted that it was the best pump in town……


Due to a power failure we could not get the Full Monty, but nevertheless had an extremely decent meal of hamburgers and coffee.  You can catch my wife and me in a trap with good coffee.

From here we travelled further to the North.  This is Boesmanland.  It is a harsh world and I have endless respect for the farmers who make a living here.  There are very few cars on the road, which might not be a bad thing, because the occupants of every single car greet you as they drive past.

We drove through Kenhardt (it looks a bit like Brandvlei, I thought), with Keimoes the next town.  What a beautiful green place.  And just as you think you have passed through the dorp, there is a board that says: “Keimoes 4km”. 

At Upington we rented a bungalow in Die Eiland holiday resort.  With the sun setting our son, then 11 years old, came to call us very excited to come and see the fairy.  Amazing.  I did not know fairies existed anymore.  It turned out, though that he meant the ferry that does sundowner trips from the Upington hotel, which is just across the river from Die Eiland.  But it was a fair mistake, I’d say.  With all the lights on the ferry one could easily mistake it for a fairy.

After we had all the kids clean and ready for bed we found exhibit “A” in the bath, that clearly indicated that the youngest of our kids did somewhat more than just passed a flatulent in the tub.

Last leg to Kgalagadi

The next day we hit the road for the last 255km’s to the Kgalagadi.  The last about 80km’s was extremely bad corrugated gravel road. I understand this road has since been tarred.  It was a relief to reach the gate at Tweerivieren (Two Rivers).

 Reporting at the office with 19-months old Chris-Jan was rather entertaining.  Against the walls there were a number of pictures of Kgalagadi lions.  Chris-Jan would storm up to the picture and shout:  “It’s a …