Travels with Charlie | Release date : 23 June 2017

Album cover, The Sick Leaves

What can I say? Thirteen years since starting my musical alias, The Sick-Leaves, my fifth full length studio album is about to be released. To say it has been a war of attrition would be a gross understatement. This was the ultimate project in DIY home studio recording.

Setting myself the task of producing any record for the first time, work started in April 2013. Whereas my previous albums were written and recorded in relatively short spaces of time (Tunnel Vision [2006] took six recording days, Stone the Crow [2008] took ten) I’d have to say that producing was the main culprit for taking so long this time round.

All the songs bar one were written by the end of 2013. The grind was learning how to record. You’d think having had experience in the studio four times before would have made a difference but in the end I learned that there is no substitute for experience and hands on graft.

This was also the first album where I wasn’t a full time musician anymore. This was probably the biggest frustration…to build recording momentum.

Life got in the way of recording big time. In this period I moved town twice, from Pretoria to Nelspruit and then White River. I started a new business; which I hated and had no passion for, and sold it two years later. The irony is that it led me to my other passion, photography as well as my soul mate and fiancée.

My father was diagnosed with cancer in late 2013 and passed away in 2015 after a brave battle. I don’t wish it on my worst enemy to lose a family member or friend to cancer. Psychologically and emotionally those two years were by far the toughest I had ever experienced. Six Inch Valley (a.k.a. CANCER) was inspired by these events.

But in between distractions I kept plugging away. What the extra time afforded me was to endlessly listen to and work on these songs. And what encouraged me was that I didn’t tire of them.

In June 2015 Wayne Pictor (who also drummed on LAST DANCE OF THE SUGARPLUM FAIRY and BREAKING AWAY) over two days laid down thundering drums at Openroom Studios in Johannesburg.

The drum tracks gave new energy and impetus to the songs. To edit them was another huge learning curve…and time. After more tinkering and overdubs it was at last time to call a halt to recording mid- 2016. No more could be done, added or subtracted.

Up next was mixing. The recording was dense and I had no appetite or the skill to do that as well. I found Matthew Dougherty from Chicago via the brilliant Soundbetter website and we were able to work out a deal. It is astonishing what difference a pro mix engineer can make to your recordings. He beefed up the bass and clarified the guitars in a way that I could only dream of. I salute you sir…it was pure pleasure to work with you.

Mastering was done by the proficient Rogan Kelsey who also mastered LAST DANCE OF THE SUGARPLUM FAIRY.

The last hurdle was the sleeve design and artwork. As always there were a few things to be learned but as I am now a pro photographer it was nice to be in control of this process and combine my two favourite passions…music and photography.

After printing I at last had the final product in my hands. To finally be able to sign off on the creation process was a huge relief and accomplishment. Marketing only starts now but it feels great to have something that I’m immensely proud of and would love for you to hear.

A special thank you goes out to my family who puts up with me and to my future wife, Netta. You make the sun go round. Also a big thank you to Matthew Fink and Rob O’Brien at Justmusic for making a worldwide digital distribution deal possible.

Now please go and buy it. ;P #rocknroll #indie

Front and back covers, Eksteen Jacobsz


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In the midst of sadness I had a bit of fun.

I’ve been a fan of the band JAMES since the early 90’s and was fortunate to see them play live at Supersport Park in Centurion in 2000. On the Best Of (James) album it is impossible to find a weak track, with one of my favourites being Runaground.

So an attempt was made to cover it and make a simple little music video. All DIY. From recording to mixing and filming to post editing. It struck me how fortunate musicians are to live in this era. Yes, the music business is on it’s knees but unlike before with record companies and record deals there is absolutely nothing holding you back from writing a song, recording and mixing it and then film a video for it and post it online. THAT is real power. The only thing that might hold you back is creativity.

So after this exercise I’m setting myself a goal to do just that with an original song I wrote yesterday. Look out for it in the coming weeks. Until then, with compliments from me, Runaground. Cracking song.


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NEW SONG : What A Life (NOT Mastered)


Friendly greetings from a warm and muggy spring day in Mbombela. It’s been a while since the previous update but they say good things come to those who wait patiently. I must admit that this new album is starting to work on my nerves due to the fact that it is taking so bloody long, so it either must be very good or you are impossibly patient.

I’ve been sitting on these songs now for close to 3 years and I’m itching for them to be let loose into the world. Currently mixing is in progress but your guess is as good as mine when it will all be done and dusted. Keep watching this space.

What A Life is the first finished song from the new album. As with all the other tracks it was recorded, apart from the drums at Openroom Studios, at a myriad of different places and spaces. It was once again written and performed by myself, with the added responsibility of production. Engineering and production has been a tremendous learning curve and possibly the greatest challenge during this recording process. Another dimension added to this track is the mixing of Chicago based mixing engineer, Matt Dougherty. I found him through Soundbetter and he was amazing to work with. He understood immediately what I was after and delivered the final mix in no time. He has mixing credits for the likes of Megadeth, Disturbed, Alien Ant Farm and Three Doors Down. More interesting though is his work with Kitty Hall, with her song Too Crazy. Lovely sound and song.

What A Life is the question posed to one self when you review your life…some people can look back with no regrets while others are filled with regret. I hope you like it and feel free to drop a comment once you’ve listened.

I also did an interview for Swedish Blogger Robex Lundgren. You can have a peek at the Robex Lundgren Musik Blogg. Here’s a transcription of the interview:

How is it that you started playing music? I saw The Beatles’ Anthology movie on TV. I was immediately transfixed. What struck me was how their music influenced people, fashion and pop culture.

What are your names? / Who plays what? / How old are you? Eksteen Jacobsz. 36. I’m the sole provider. Songwriting / guitars / vocals / bass.

Have you had other previous members? There have been numerous live members down the years but The Sick-Leaves has always been my solo project.

Did you make music even when you were young? I went for piano lessons for a while in primary school, but I only picked up the guitar when I was seventeen.

Where are you from? I grew up on a farm about 40 kilometers from a small rural town by the name of Ermelo on the eastern Highveld of South Africa.

What year did the band form? 2004.

What’s your style of genre? Rock / Alternative.

What inspires you? To find and write that elusive perfect pop song.

How often and where do you rehearse? Since 2009 The Sick-Leaves is only a recording artist.

How have you developed since you started with the music? I’d say that my songwriting has developed lyrically quite a lot since I started writing songs in 1996. Musically I keep to the trusted major, minor and minor 7th chords, but every now and then I’ll throw in a major 7th or 6th. Jazz does my head in so I never got round to the 9th, 11th or 13th chords. My arrangements also have much more dynamics now than back then.

Do you have other interests of work outside the band? I’m a freelance photographer and I have an import business.

Are you looking for a label, and what are your thoughts around that? With my first two albums I was with two different labels. I can’t say that it worked for me. Yes, if you sell millions of records it might make sense, but for what I do it is only a hassle.

What made you decide to make this music? I wanted to put records out with the songwriting credits reading: Music and lyrics composed and performed by Eksteen Jacobsz.

What are your songs about? General topics also found on like a million other songs. Unless you discover a new dimension there’s nothing else really to write about but life and life around you.

Do you start with the music or the lyrics? Always the music. The music dictates the mood, tempo and topic.

Do you compose in a certain environment? At home. In my basement. In front of a TV. Anywhere basically where I can sit with my acoustic and strum chords.

Have you done any covers live? Missing by Everything but the Girl

What language do you sing in? English

What are the least and most people to attend one of your gigs?

Least – 5

Most – 5 000.

What ages are most of your concert attendants? 17-55

When did you start to sell merchandise, and what do you have for sale? Currently I only have my four released albums for sale.

Where can people buy your merchandise? iTunes, Bandcamp and CDBaby.

What do you think about people downloading music instead of buying records now a days? It’s not good for album sales but music is now more accessible than ever before. I still prefer to listen to a whole album from start to end, but the reality is that most people don’t do that anymore, so this might very well in the future change the way bands and artist record…instead of a full length album maybe just release EPs or singles.

How do you think the music industry have changed because of this? There are now more songs available to the public and less money per song for the artist.

Do you have any role models or idols? Two artists that influenced me a lot are Noel Gallagher and Bruce Springsteen.

Why do you think that they exist? Amazing songwriting talent and epic work ethic.

Is it easier to find inspiration from older bands, or bands that are more active today? I tend to find more inspiration from older bands. I think it’s very hard for bands to have staying power these days. Labels aren’t willing anymore to invest in a band and commit to a six album record deal.

What have been your biggest obstacles? Financing.

What advice would you give other bands or artists? Just keep working and do it for the love of music.

Do you have any new material? I’m busy mixing my new and 5th full length album. It’s been a work in progress for the past 2 years. It’s the first album that I’ve produced and in that regard it has been a massive learning curve.

What are your web sites?

How can people reach you? Through my website.

What are your plans for the future? Mixing is in progress for the new album by Matt Dougherty who resides in Chicago. Thereafter it will be off to mastering and then release, hopefully early in 2016.

Do you have something to add? Thank you for the opportunity to feature me. It’s a great honor.

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Story forms Assignment: An afternoon jog [Direct Observation]



Coming home from work it’s time for my seven kilometre afternoon jog. My Asics GT2000 road running shoes look worse for wear. It’s not their fault. They have carried me the past 16 months over 470 kilometres of dirt and tar roads. Or let’s rather say I dragged them across that distance.

Black and brown Labradors Alpha and Omega want to join me, but little do they know that this venture is not about sniffing or running off in every conceivable direction apart from but forward. I leave their disappointed eyes and drooping tails behind me and face my first obstacle. A five hundred metre uphill dirt road. “Find a breathing rhythm. Settle in.“ A majestic umbrella-like fig tree towers to my right, standing guard over the newly ploughed farm land. An electric game fence keeps me company on the left. It used to deter rhinoceros, impala, wildebeest and jackal from passing through, but now it’s useless as the pristine bush veld it encircled until recently was converted to house more profitable Macadamia trees. A plover family of four noisily take to the skies as I near them. They always hang out here and have the idiotic tendency to build their nest in the middle of the road. I smell rotting flesh but can’t see the deceased animal’s carcass.

Our neighbouring farmer has been very productive this spring. Tomatoes, pumpkins and cabbages has magically skyrocketed from the field with a little help no less from irrigation, virgin land and hard labour. The farm labourers’ homesteads to my left are a beehive of activity. Children play football, a woman who has her baby tied with a blanket to her back weed the garden, five men sit around a fire and drink homebrewed beer. Finally I hit the tarmac. This is an open road connecting Curlews with Plaston. A right turn takes me down the hill towards the lowest part of the trail. Tobacco grow lush as far as the eye can see to the west. The road makes a sweeping bend to the left and Primkop dam comes into view. Just over three kilometres long and sporting a 200 metre wide and 10 metre high concrete wall, it supplies much needed irrigation to farmers downstream in the White River. Everywhere plants are bursting into life with spring’s first rains.

A family of yellow finches mock my shuffling feet with shrill laughter from a nearby fence. It’s time to face the steepest section of the route. Unreasonable gradients of up to 11% tax my lungs and legs to the point of surrender. I soldier on. One foot in front of the other I grimly tell myself. The reward at the top is a stunning panoramic view of Plaston and its surrounding farms. How lucky am I to have this view. Smoke billows from a chimney in the far distance. Cars move ant like on the Plaston-White River road four kilometres away. Macadamia plantations are neatly spread in linear rows. To the south rolling mountains chaperone the Crocodile River to the near vertical 3oo metre high Crocodile Gorge.

At last some much needed downhill. The sky is ablaze with dusky pink clouds as the sun makes its final bow for the day. I arrive at my turnaround point. I look with disgust at my stop watch. Maybe the return leg will be faster.

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BLOG Pt6 (FINAL) : Turning South


20-22/07/2013 / Days 8 – 10

Arusha (HTAR) -> Dodoma (HTDO)
176nm / 1h:00m / 66 litres of Avgas

Dodoma (HTDO) -> Mfuwe (FLMF)
481nm / 2h:45m / 200 litres of Avgas

Mfuwe (FLMF) -> RZ (FLRZ)
212nm / 1h:10m / 87 litres of Avgas

RZ (FLRZ) -> Lusaka (FLKK)
54nm / 0h:20m / 20 litres of Avgas

Lusaka (FLKK) -> Polokwane (FAPP)
515nm / 2h:50m / 204 litres of Avgas

Polokwane (FAPP) -> Tweefontein (HOME)
152nm / 0h:54m / 62 litres of Avgas


3062nm / 17h:33m / 1229 litres of Avgas

On the morning of 20 August 2013 I didn’t wake up feeling sad about leaving Tanzania, because I knew we were heading next to Royal Zambezi Lodge, on the northern bank of the mighty Zambezi river, in the Lower Zambezi valley.

After a quick breakfast it was into the bus, now twice the weight due to our luggage. Turning out of the hotel our driver decided to turn right. Right is east towards Kilimanjaro, left is west towards Arusha airport, where we were in a big hurry to get to as we had a long day of flying ahead of us. 869 nautical miles (1 609km) to be exact.

Our bus to the airport.

Some gave the benefit of the doubt to the driver, suggesting he knew a short cut through Arusha. The majority wasn’t as generous. In no uncertain terms (although, the driver was still adamant to head east) we instructed him to make a u turn.  As our speed increased it soon became obvious why he was a tad bit confused. I sat right behind him and the rancid smell of his previous night’s debauchery smashed into me. Nevertheless, seeing as he didn’t speak or understand a word of English, he was incredulous that we wanted to head west, and sat on his phone for the duration of the journey through Arusha up until the airport. Whoever instructed him to take us to Kilimanjaro must have had massive influence…


The aircraft were all dirty from dust blowing in from the west. After refuelling and obtaining a weather report we took off on runway 09. There was low cloud lurking about, but soon we climbed through it and it cleared as we flew southwards. After reaching cruising altitude, a quick glance over our left shoulders revealed the top of Mt Kilimanjaro (19336ft) in the far distance. I was a bit disappointed that we weren’t able to fly closer to Mt Kili during this trip, as Mt Meru (15000ft) was already very impressive.

The Crews

Willie & Kathy Burger / ZS-BUR

Freddie & Brenda Marx / ZS-VMF

Jan & Tania Grey / ZS-NFN

Anton & Alda Pelser / ZS-KAE

Andre & Fransie van Niekerk / ZS-ZSZ

Pieter & Elais Senekal / ZS-SRS

Eric & Karin Walker / ZS-ZSZ (Photo not taken by myself)

The Van Zyls & Fouries / ZS-BDR

The Halls & Jacobszs

George & Eksteen Jacobsz / ZS-SWA

Our route would take us first to Dodoma for refuelling and customs and then we’d head south south-west, passing Lake Malawi at its northern tip and entering the Luangwa valley before reaching the Zambezi River. Dodoma was much less eventful this time around and we were through in a matter of half an hour. The next leg of flying was spectacular. The Kipengere mountain range hugs Lake Malawi’s northern shore and is the same height as the Drakensberg. They were majestic as we approached and soon, flying at FL115, the ground wasn’t that far below us. As we crossed over this range we then entered the Luangwa valley, with the world famous Luangwa river lazily accompanying us southwards. Mfuwe, in the middle of nowhere, was a quick stop to re-fuel and do Zambian customs. Further south our flight path crossed the river just as it cut its way through a magnificent gorge.

Kipengere Escarpment

Zambezi river, east of RZ.

Then a blue shimmer appeared in the distant haze. The Zambezi river sparkled just beyond the mountains to its north that shapes the Lower Zambezi valley.  The longest east flowing river in Africa can’t help but touch you in a profound way, each time you lay eyes on her. Coming over the mountains we made a slight turn to the right and followed the river all the way to Royal Zambezi. Exactly the same way as a year before, but in the opposite direction as we then came from the Kafue river. The effect was the same…breath taking.

View from RZ's deck.

We opted for a direct approach and touched down short on the runway, which meant a long taxi to the ramp. After securing the aircraft we were taken to the lodge. It was lovely to be back and a bit surreal to think that I stood at the same spot just  a year before. It was a year too long. To me, the only place that trumps Royal Zambezi Lodge as a tourist destination is Victoria Falls. But that’s like comparing apples with pears. After a quick briefing and enjoying the view of two elephants, grazing in the river in front of the lodge, we were led to our luxurious and spacious room. There are a few perks to being a tour leader and I wasn’t complaining.

Soon the other aircraft started to arrive, some doing a low pass over the river before turning for base.  A sunset cruise was on the menu for the late afternoon. As always it didn’t disappoint, with lots of wildlife and serene scenery to fill the mind with wonder. We had a lovely dinner on the deck under the stars that evening and turned to our rooms quite early as it had been a long day of traveling and there was the little matter of some tiger fishing in the morning.

Elephant snorkeling close to the lodge.

Sunset cruise.

A flock of birds just after sunset.

It was another perfect sunrise the next morning and after breakfast we boarded our boats. Heading out to a small island in the river, the skipper prepared our rods before fishing commenced. Unlike the previous year where we first had to catch bait, the hunt for tiger fish began right away and in earnest. It wasn’t 5 minutes when the jovial Anton Pelser got a strike. It was a big tiger and kept him busy for a good while, even clearing the water, trying to dislodge the hook. 4 times it came to within grasping distance, only to then find renewed energy and make a dash for the safety of the river’s depths.

Our boat's best and only catch of the day.

After a spirited fight it had nothing more to give and our skipper at last got his catch net underneath it. It was a beautiful 8 pounder and after high fives, smiles and photos we released it. I always wonder whether a tiger is clever enough not to be caught twice. That would turn out to be our boat’s only success for the day, but it didn’t matter one bit… we were cruising up and down the river, taking in the sheer beauty of the place. Just after mid-day we called it quits.  Lunch was ready at the lodge.

On his perch.

Christmas tree

A game drive was scheduled for the afternoon, but before that I got to meet Royal Zambezi Lodge’s manager, Natalie Clark. It was interesting to hear about her background and how she ended up with her dream job. She also makes a good coffee. Thanks for the chat in your “office” Natalie.

The game drive was not as eventful as the year’s before, but we did see a young lion, in perfect condition, biding his time to be the next dominant male, from his termite heap perch.  We also enjoyed sun downers next to a channel of the Zambezi River and then returned to the lodge for our last dinner of the trip. Penalty shots were distributed for various “offences” committed during the trip and we were then treated to a perfect Sunday roast.

Dinner about to be served.

After dinner I tried to capture a nice panorama picture of the deck at night, but just when I wanted to make my way to our room, the “resident” elephant at the lodge, Yale, made his appearance. It’s uncanny how silent these big creatures are. What gives them away are the branches and twigs they break, and maybe the odd stomach rumble. He took his time and after 15 minutes the road was clear to quickly sneak past him.

RZ deck.

The morning of 22 July came to be the last morning our group of 24 would be together for this trip. Breakfast was had with mixed emotions, with many sad that it had come to an end, but also excited to see their loved ones back home again. After a climbing-right hand turn over the lodge we set course for Lusaka. It’s a 20 minute flight, but you have to clear the escarpment, which is 2700ft higher than RZ and just 6 km away.

RZ pano.

RZ Lodge

As we climbed over the mountains we encountered the most ferocious of tail winds I’ve ever experienced. 40-45 knots at FL075. After a bumpy and very quick flight we approached runway 10, into the gale, resulting in a ground speed just before touch down of 50kts. Mountaineers always call the South Col on Mt Everest the most inhospitable place known to man, but the ramp at Kenneth Kaunda made a strong case for the title. The wind was vile. As we were in the queue for fuel we decided to make a dash for the warmth of the airport terminal to clear customs, file a flight plan and pay the plethora of taxes and fees.  With all this happening a lot faster and less painful than the year before, we again braced ourselves for the wind. It’s always easy to complain about bitter cold or energy sapping heat, but surely nothing tramples the human spirit more than a gusting, howling wind.

Bad news waited as we got to the plane…the fuel truck had broken down. Another commercial pilot also waiting to fill up his Cessna 206 assured us that it would soon be fixed. The question was…how long would it take? We still had 667nm (1235km) to cover before dark and it was already 10am. After an hour’s wait it thankfully turned up and we were on our way. Never before was I that glad to leave Kenneth Kaunda International. Climbing out of Lusaka we turned right; heading : South, from now onwards each mile flown was a mile closer to home.


Lake Kariba’s navy blue waters soon appeared and it was a magnificent sight to behold. Bulawayo followed, then the border point where South Africa, Botswana and Zimbabwe meet. Polokwane was a formality and then it was the final 54 minute leg home homeward. Then something weird happened…from Middelburg onwards the visibility improved to the best we had had the whole trip. Which was ironic, seeing as Mpumalanga suffers the air pollution of a dozen power stations.

Reflecting on the trip I’m proud to say that it went well. There were a few obstacles and surprises along the way, but nowhere a train crash, and everyone in the group seemed to have enjoyed the experience. How could they not have had? The privilege is stupendous. I want to thank my dad for his help and guidance in organising the trip. His experience and knowledge was invaluable. I also want to thank him for taking me with. Flying to the equator of Africa and back with him, in the right seat, was a privilege and experience I’ll treasure for life. The amount of respect and admiration I have for him…words fail me.

I’ll leave you with this quote from St Augustine : “The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”

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BLOG Pt5 : The North Western Serengeti


18-19/07/2013 – Day 6 & 7

After tucking into bed early the night before, we were up at 5am to prepare for our much anticipated balloon flight. This was a first for just about everyone in the group. We were taken to the launch site, where the balloon team was already hard at work. After a quick safety briefing we were strapped into our harnesses and then told to board.

The balloon’s basket would today load 13 passengers plus the pilot and his assistant. Inside, the basket is cordoned off into little cages, to keep it balanced during flight. The basket was anchored to a cruiser, and lying on its side. After boarding, we lay on our backs and clipped onto the safety harness. Full gas was applied to fill the balloon with hot air, 120 degrees C to be precise. With the balloon straining to get airborne, the cruiser hopped and skipped after us. Once the basket was upright and the balloon fully filled, we were released.

It's HOT!

It was a weird sensation to feel no wind on one’s face, as we had a ground speed of 9 knots! The view grew better with each feet gained in altitude. We were flying a hot air balloon over the Serengeti!!  It might have had something to do with from where we launched, and maybe also a bit of luck with regards to the wind direction, but soon we were over the Grumeti river, and it would snake beneath us for the remainder of our 1 hour flight.

PIC. He has a Commercial Pilot's License and great sense of humour.

Game trails criss-crossed the savannah. Soon after lift-off the sun stuck its head over the eastern horizon, washing the eastern sky in a bright orange. We were treated to fabulous wildlife. Wildebeest, giraffes, hares, zebras, water buck, hippos, buffaloes, impala, crocodiles, two lions (one whose pot belly still strained to contain the previous evening’s meal), and a variety of birds .

The Grumeti river at sunrise.

Disturbing a croc's morning nap.

Snoozing for a few more minutes.

Serengeti Wildebeest.

After a flawless landing we were treated to the early history of balloon flight and why a bottle of champagne is always opened after a successful flight. Legend has it that early French aeronauts carried champagne to appease angry or frightened spectators at the landing site. Along with the champagne, a popular toast among balloonists is: “soft winds and gentle landings.”  We were then escorted to our breakfast spot where we were treated to a full English breakfast, served in the veld.  The balloon flight was a wonderful experience and privilege. Unfortunately we missed the great migration as it was already in Kenia, but it didn’t matter… I had just experienced a once in a lifetime activity.

Western entry point to the Serengeti.

That afternoon we went for a drive to the eastern shore of Lake Victoria. It wasn’t originally planned, but seeing as we were so close we thought it best to go and have a look. Lake Victoria is quite shallow compared to Lake Malawi and Tanganyika, and its water isn’t nearly as clear or blue as the before mentioned.

Lake Victoria, with the massive and hideous Marabou Stork.

We were taken to a local village situated on the south eastern shore of the lake. A local tour guide, who spoke very eloquently and knowledgeable, gave us a briefing about their daily life and routine. Afterwards a few of our group opted for a pricey $20 boat ride with the local fishermen. The visit to this village was personally a bit of a disappointment, but it was nice to interact with the locals, especially the kids, who posed and fooled around for our cameras. Again it was noticeable how close their personal space boundaries are…there aren’t any space constraints where they live, yet they sit or huddle practically on top of each other.

Lake Victoria kids.

That evening, back at our tented camp, we were once more treated to a fabulous dinner. A lady in our group had her birthday and the kitchen staff was so gracious and generous to bake her a birthday cake with their marginal and limited kitchenware.

The biggest croc I've seen in real life. @ the Grumeti river.

The next morning it was the second group’s turn for their balloon flight. They were off before dawn, but we had to load the whole group’s luggage onto the one cruiser that would take our luggage back to Arusha, as our charter flight would pick us up at 1:30 pm that afternoon. The planes each only had space for 12 passengers. Hand luggage was limited to preferably nothing. The designated driver was no one else but, yes you guessed it, our cowboy racing freak. Jokes were made that he would make it to Arusha before us. He left at 7am; with a daunting 10 hour drive ahead of him it meant his ETA was 5pm. I didn’t give him a chance, as the road surely would slow his progress. I reckoned he’d only arrive at our hotel by 10pm.  We would leave at 1:30pm, flying just over an hour to Arusha. It wasn’t even a contest…

Wildebeest pano, close to our mobile tented camp.

Last night in the Serengeti.

Soon after he left I heard weird intermittent jet-like noise in the distance. We soon realised that it was the balloon and that it was making a bee line for the camp. It was the typical romantic sight you might imagine it to be as the balloon appeared over the tree tops. The passengers were in a boisterous spirit and it was amazing how clear their voices carried in the still morning air. I was able to snap a few nice shots of the balloon whizzing by, at incredible speed. Breakfast was served at 9am, and soon afterwards we were reunited with our fellow balloon aviators, still buzzing from their experience.

Balloon whizzing by our mobile tented camp.

Serengeti National Park has a 24 hour rule, which means that if you enter the park at say, 8am, then to only pay for one day’s visit, you have to have left the park by the next morning at 8am. Because of our altered traveling plans, we now had to overcome this problem. We had to be out by 11am. The solution was to wait at the Grumeti  airstrip for 2 and a half hours. Although we were still in the park, we could play the card of “in-transit”. The time went by quite fast as I waded through the pictures I had taken thus far on the trip on my laptop. To the minute, the first Caravan arrived at 1:30pm and soon thereafter the second one landed as well. It was my first flight in a Cessna 208, and my dad and I took the far aft seats. It was hot, we were high and we were heavy. I won’t go into density altitude and the dangers of it now, but suffice to say your eyebrows should raise a little when you board an aircraft in these conditions.

Caravan. A Beast of a plane.

We stormed down the runway, which earlier that morning had various game on it. It took a while, but eventually we were airborne and then settled into a steady climb. Visibility with a camera wasn’t that great as my window was fuzzy, but a fantastic positive to come out of this flight is that we were able to see a vast amount of the Serengeti from the air. Soon the Ngorongoro crater appeared to my right and then the descent to Arusha started. Touch-down was just before 3pm. A bus that could carry the whole group of 24 people was organized to transport us from the airport to Mt Meru Hotel in Arusha. What they didn’t keep track of was that we had hand luggage.

Ngorongoro Crater.

What happened in the next hour I won’t go into now. All I can say is that it was unpleasant and unnecessary. The upshot of it all being that we arrived at our hotel only just before 5pm. And this is where it gets surreal…as I entered the foyer…our luggage stood there, all neatly (albeit a bit dusty) packed, waiting for their respective owners. Not only did our villain-gone-hero beat us to the hotel, he arrived there at 2pm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!…  I checked my suitcase for a wet spot, as it surely must have been the scariest and craziest ride of its long life.

Bus transport to Arusha.

The hotel was modern and stock standard, but very welcoming. After finalising payments for the charter flight, Karen, her husband Steve and our luggage speedster joined us for a lovely buffet dinner. Soon it was with a tinge of sadness that I had to say goodbye to Karen, with whom I communicated so frequently during the previous 9 months.  African Eden Safaris are in her own words a tiny company in the Tanzanian safari industry, but what makes them different from the pack is their attention to detail and personal touch. Karen, if you ever read this, it was truly a pleasure to organise this trip and safari with you. Without your help, experience and expertise it would have been near impossible to bring 24 South Africans, flying their own aircraft, to Tanzania and experience your beautiful and friendly country. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You did a fantastic job and I’m sure the other 23 guests will cheer in unison “Hear hear!”

Our Tanzanian safari had come to an end, but we had still a lot to look forward to…like watching the clear blue waters of the Zambezi river from the luxurious Royal Zambezi Lodge.

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