BLOG Pt3 : Can I have air with my dust please?

09/09/2013.

16 July 2013.

Sightseeing the most iconic and world famous spots in Tanzania, but also enduring a bone jarring and nerve racking ride through rain forests, a crater and a semi desert. And eating a LOT of dust.

Lake Manyara Wildlife Lodge at sunrise

This day was the sting in the tail, all emanating from our late arrival at Lake Manyara the previous evening. We started early at 7am, with a relaxing (in hindsight too relaxed) drive through Lake Manyara National Park in overcast conditions. It was the first game we had seen on the trip so we stopped for everything. Baboons, birds, trees, zebras and even vultures. I’m not complaining, it WAS lovely. A large area of the park is covered by beautiful indigenous forests, teeming with life. We also saw miniature elephants, compared to our Kruger Park variant. A lot of jokes were made about catching one for a pet. The idea wasn’t that far-fetched. The park’s claim to fame though is its small population of tree climbing lions, but unfortunately we weren’t destined to see them this time around.

Lake Manyara National Park

At 10am we made our way to Ngorongoro Crater. It’s a scenic 35km drive to the crater’s gate, all the time climbing the crater’s outside rim. We checked into the park and were then treated to a magnificent dense rain forest, all the while climbing higher. One drawback of the crater is that it’s a one way in and one way out, so for this journey we had to start at the eastern point of the crater, circumvent it on the southern rim and enter on the western side. We’d made our way through the crater and then exit on the eastern rim, where we’d again have to circumvent the southern rim and exit at the western side on the way to Ndutu. If that sounds laborious and unnecessary it’s because it IS. Keep in mind the crater is approximately 35 x 35km.

Our route from Lake Manyara to The Gumeti river marked in red.

The road on the southern rim is narrow and winding with a lot of traffic, but this did not deter our racing driver and he threw caution to the wind. Apparently he was also in a hurry. What amazed me was how the landscape continuously changed. Suddenly we were at a look-out point on the south eastern rim. The vista seemed to pull you into the void, as the rim is about 2000ft above the caldera’s floor. Mind blown. The scene was so vast that it’s difficult to capture it on camera. The answer….panorama. While I took the 18 portrait photos for the dramatic panorama I wished that there weren’t other people or vehicles around me as the noise somewhat spoiled this awe-inspiring view. I also would have liked to stay longer, but alas we had to move on.

Ngorongoro Crater.

A slight concern the previous day had now developed into full blown paranoia…my camera and lenses were at war with the dust and jolting vehicle. I wasn’t prepared for this onslaught and tried to improvise by covering my gear with the t-shirt I was wearing, but it still helped little for the vibration from the road. Lenses aren’t made for shaking. We were shaken and stirred to breaking point by the unrelenting road. A bit later we entered the crater at the western entry point. The Masai were everywhere. It made for good photos, but I couldn’t help to feel that their cattle were slowly choking the life out of the crater. Where we found them there wasn’t any grass left. Not even the roots. It is quite amazing to think though that they enter this crater which swarms with wildlife; lions and leopards included.

Masai entering the crater over the western rim.

Soon we were at the crater floor and made our way first eastwards before turning north. There was wildlife everywhere. A sobering fact…no white rhinos are left in the crater. The black rhino population stood on 17 at the time of our visit. Zebra and wildebeest are as common as impala in the Kruger park and they’re tame. We had beautiful Secretary Bird sightings and saw a full black mane lion about 150 meters from the vehicle. Unfortunately he was just too far for a competition winning photo, as the wind was blowing through his impressive mane. On the northern side we came upon a pride of lions, probably 7 or 8 strong, including a male. I couldn’t help but think that these very same lions were probably more famous than Steve Irwin himself as there is so much footage on National Geographic and Discovery of the Ngorongoro lions. A sad fact is that these lions are a dying breed. Due to other lions not being able to enter the crater and introduce with them new genes, these crater lions are inadvertently in bred, which makes them susceptible to disease and death. An old lioness at one stage lay right beside and under our vehicle, and if I wanted to be lion lunch I could have patted her on the head. Nice little kitty.

Wild, but not in the wilderness.

We exited the crater and then started to make the arduous and life threatening journey along the southern rim to the western exit. Maybe spurred on by the setting sun and the knowledge that we were still a long way from Ndutu, our driver took safari rally to the next level. On more than one occasion did he overtake on a blind height, into the sun and with zero visibility, due to the dust. The only comparison I can think of is to fly in clouds… in a canyon… Sooner, rather than later your luck will run out. Now it’s funny, but at the time our one companion (who seemed quite relaxed given the circumstances, likely due to his steady consumption of beer since a Caravan passed overhead at Lake Manyara in the morning) joked that the driver was counting buses…”If one passed it might be another good five minutes before the next one comes along”. A bit like Russian Roulette. And then the accident waiting to happen nearly happened…another overtaking manoeuver on a blind corner. To put it mildly, our cruiser was a cow off the blocks, so overtaking took some doing, even at 60 km/h. As we were creeping and scraping past another cruiser, a white (I’ll never forget the colour, because I could see the white of the oncoming driver’s bulging eyes) land rover careened down on us from the front. Three vehicles abreast would NOT fit on this road. We were in the middle. Even with the choice, our driver wouldn’t budge an inch, as he was a man who commanded respect on the road. On the left was a vertical drop-off, so the ditch it was then for the oncoming driver. The look on his passengers’ faces as we passed them was priceless. We’ve been hardened by an hour’s hair-raising and nerve shattering drive. They hadn’t.

The view towards the west from Ngorongoro crater.

Off the crater the terrain became flat and open, devoid of trees. The road didn’t improve, in fact it only got worse. It’s hard to describe just how hard that drive was. I wish now that I took some video footage, but at the time I was only thinking of preservation. Due to the increased speed, dust seeped into the vehicle from every nook and cranny. At one stage it even looked as though it was being pumped into the vehicle, so furious was the infiltration. Closing the top and windows didn’t help, all we accomplished was suffocation by dust.


A good while later we then turned off from the main road towards Ndutu Lodge. Our tame racing driver now had the sweet smell of dinner in his nostrils and we started to fly on the narrow trail road. A unison shout from 6 exasperated passengers got him to stop for a pack of hyenas, with a pup observing us with curiosity from the safety of the den’s entrance. At last we made it to Ndutu Lodge as the sun was setting. We had been driving since 7am that morning. It had been one hell of a day.

A rare and precious sighting.

As we opened the back door of our cruiser, we had to come to terms with the fact that our luggage looked worse for wear than us. The dust had even seeped into the bags and suitcases. That morning I had sported grey shorts and a white t-shirt. At Ndutu I resembled a carrot. The urge for a warm shower was overwhelming. But first I had to attend a quick briefing on the evening’s proceedings and capture a few shots of the setting sun behind Ndutu’s iconic acacias.

Ndutu Lodge

Now, you might be forgiven for thinking this was a long rant, but it’s everything but. It’s a day I’ll never forget as long as I live. It was an incredible experience, with so many memorable moments, that in time it will certainly be my lasting memory of the whole trip.

As beautiful as the Ngorongoro crater was, I couldn’t help but feel a bit let down by it. Yes, there were a lot of animals in it, but it felt somewhat over-commercialised and like an oversized natural zoo. It seemed to lack mystique. For me it comes over more special on television than in real life. Maybe it would be different if you could spend more time in the crater, follow the animals and experience their everyday struggles and routine.

The world was a much better place to be on after the shower. We convened for drinks before dinner and an urgent request was made for a charter plane to take us back to Arusha, once we’ve reached the furthest point on our journey into the Serengeti. There is only one road that leads from Arusha to the Grumeti river, where we were going, in the north-western Serengeti. This meant that we were supposed to drive back all the way from there to Arusha, in one soul and gut destroying journey of 8-9 hours. After this day’s experience no one was up for the challenge or torture.

When I planned the trip I identified the return journey day to be the toughest day of the whole trip, but I had no idea that the road was in such a state, neither was I warned. In either case, from a personal point of view, if my camera gear got damaged by the road it would cost me more than whatever the charter ticket was, so I too was definitely keen on rather flying back to Arusha. Some people might point out here that one’s life is also a consideration. Ndutu was kind enough to let me phone Karen from their office, and I instructed her to find us a quote to charter 24 passengers to Arusha. She was very understanding and got on it straight away. Bless her kind soul.

Genet at Ndutu.

During a delicious and well prepared dinner (in the middle of literally nowhere!), 3 genets joined us in the dining hall. They are beautiful felines and it was great to see them up close and personal. The accommodation at Ndutu is relatively basic, but I think it suits the surroundings perfectly. I was slightly disappointed that we couldn’t stay there for longer. The migration’s calves are usually born at Ndutu, so at the right time of the year it’s the place to be in the Serengeti.

Sleep came instantly as my eyelids closed. The next day we would move northwards through the Serengeti to the Grumeti river.

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BLOG Pt2 : Buckle up; Serengeti, here we come!

02/09/2013.

I by accident omitted a map of our entire trip’s route in the previous blog. It’s a long way to Tanzania…

Trip Route 13-22 July 2013 / 3062nm / 17h:33m / 1229 litres of Avgas


15/07/2013

Club Makokola (FWCM) -> Dodoma (HTDO)
488nm / 2h:50m / 204 litres of Avgas

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

I woke to the call of a fish eagle. A big day of travel lay ahead. We had to get from Club Makokola to Lake Manyara, Tanzania, before sunset. To put the distance and terrain in perspective…according to Google Maps, the shortest route by road to Arusha from Club Mak is 1790km and will take you 23 hours and 18 minutes!! We would lose an hour of daylight, due to Tanzania being GMT +3 hours, so time wasn’t on our side.

V-Tail departing FWCM

After a quick breakfast we were off to the aircraft. We were third in line and opted to take-off on runway 17, just clearing the hill at the end of the runway before the blue lake opened up before us. Making a left turn we crossed the southern part of the lake and had a magnificent view of its vastness. We ascended to FL150, the highest I’ve ever flown unpressurised, and thus for that matter the highest I’ve been without supplementary oxygen. If you acclimatize properly, this height is normally not problematic for most humans, but it’s asking a bit too much if you’re coming from 1500ft ASL to 15000ft in just under 20 minutes. After a while I started to develop a small headache and opted for supplementary oxygen.

Crossing the Mozambique / Tanzania border at 190kts GS

The earth steadily moved backwards beneath us and once more we welcomed a lovely 10 knot tail wind. We crossed the Tanzanian border and shortly thereafter descended to FL135 as my dad also didn’t feel too great due to the altitude. The landscape was constantly changing and at one stage we flew over lush forests covering rolling hills. Unfortunately the visibility was poor once more.


After 2 1/2 hours since take-off we started our descent to Dodoma, the capital of Tanzania. This was the airport I had the most concern with regarding the availability of Avgas, but my correspondence with them seemed to have paid off. The only snags we encountered were the custom official and then the flight plan “officer”. Refer to my rant in the previous BLOG.

Dodoma fuel queue

The upshot of it all; we were losing time we didn’t have. After an hour and 30 minutes on the ground we were finally airborne again, but were jolted by the news of the lead aircraft having had an electrical failure. In a glass panel aircraft, definitely no fun and games. They diverted back to Dodoma but soon decided to rather head to Arusha, our intended destination, as there was a better chance of repairing the plane there instead of at Dodoma. They still had the unknown of whether their landing gear would protract correctly but they were luckily able to make it to Arusha and land the plane safely. A technician was flown out from SA to repair the fault and they continued the rest of the journey without a glitch.


Those who flew at FL105 and higher could see the top of Mount Kilimanjaro from very far out, but we opted for FL095, due to the leg only being an hour’s flying. Closer to Arusha we could see the pyramid shape of Mount Meru appear from the smog and haze. Mount Meru is an active stratovolcano located 70 kilometres (43 mi) west of Mount Kilimanjaro. At a height of 4,565 metres (14,977ft), it is visible from Mt Kilimanjaro on a clear day, and is the ninth or tenth highest mountain in Africa, dependent on definition. Much of its bulk was lost about 8,000 years ago due to an eastward volcanic blast, similar to the 1980 eruption of Mount St. Helens in the U.S. state of Washington. Mount Meru most recently had a minor eruption in 1910. The several small cones and craters seen in the vicinity probably reflect numerous episodes of volcanic activity.

HTAR / Arusha Airport

Arusha airport seems to be the home base for Cessna 208 Caravans, as there surely must have been 20 of them on the ramp, waiting for their next charter to the Serengeti, or Kilimanjaro International. Everyone unloaded and secured their airplanes. My safari agent, Karen, from African Eden Safaris had been waiting at the gate since 11am and it was great to finally meet her in person after our countless e-mail correspondence. British, enthusiastic, bubbly and passionate about her job, she quickly informed me of the planned proceedings for the day.

We were late. Due to us being held up at Dodoma everyone only arrived round 14:00 at Arusha. The plan was to still drive for two hours to Lake Manyara and visit Lake Manyara National Park before booking into Lake Manyara Wildlife Lodge. First order of business though was to buy snacks and drinks for our five day safari in Arusha. It was a mad scramble for the four Land Cruisers, which each seated 6 passengers plus the guide. Arusha is a bustling African city. We got our supplies from a local supermarket, who conveniently also sold liquor. Local beers were US$2, which all things considered were a bit on the pricey side. At last we got on the road, but now it was already 3pm and time was not on our side to make it to the park on time.

The "Supermarket" in Arusha and our vehicles for the safari.

Our convoy again set off, west towards Lake Manyara, Ngorongoro Crater and the Serengeti. But just as I was settling in to enjoy the scenery we pulled into a crafts store… I didn’t recall it being on the itinerary, and surely we were in a rush?? Under the guise of a restroom stop and enjoying our packed picnic box, it turned out these guys were also in on the deal as the parking area was packed with other tour operators’ land cruisers. After a 40 second tour of the shop I had seen and appreciated the incredible craftsmanship on display, but a few others were caught in the snare.

A family of 15! Imagine the shipping cost involved to UPS this to the UK. Photo by Andre van Niekerk

If you can think of an object, or living creature, A-N-Y-THING your creative mind can conjure up, it’s there, carved out of wood. There are even whole 15 member families carved out of a single tree trunk! The shop ships these trunks of art worldwide. But it seemed my straying flock weren’t interested in wood, oh no, they only had eyes for the tanzanite.

I don’t have many complaints regarding our tour operator; I was even pleased for the lucky ladies who sported their blue stones that evening at dinner; but I was really irritated that the tour operator prioritised their kickback before our itinerary.

Anyway, at 4 pm we were finally on our way. Now there was NO chance in hell we would make it to the park on time. Resigned to this fact I settled in for the drive to Lake Manyara. I didn’t expect a four lane highway, but nothing could prepare us for the state of the road. It was being rebuilt, which meant there were large dirt sections that were extremely corrugated. We also had our first introduction to the Serengeti dust…a fine powder that has the ability to seep through cast iron steel. There were sections where the dust was so thick that visibility was barely 5 meters. Quite stressful on an extremely busy, single-lane main road.

We also quickly learned that our guide/driver had a peculiar affinity for this powder dust, as he steadfastly drove as close as he dared to the back of the vehicle in front of us. This little habit of his would be the bane of our existence for the next four days.

At sunset we finally arrived at our lodge. The magnificent panoramic view it has over Lake Manyara would have to wait until the next morning. Wood features prominently in Tanzanian architecture and interior design and it showed at the lodge. It had been a long day and after a warm shower and hearty dinner it was time for bed. The next day we would have to fit Lake Manyara National Park into the schedule as we did after all pay for it in the package. Thereafter we’d climb to the Ngorongoro Crater and then head west towards Ndutu Lodge, located at the southern end of the Serengeti.

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BLOG : Houston, We’ve Got Lift Off!

24/08/2013.

It’s been 4 weeks since my return from an epic 10 day trip to Malawi, Tanzania and Zambia. I thought it a good idea to wait a while before attempting to relay the experience to you, because I’m prone to over dramatize such life changing events.

The bad news though for you, dear reader, is that the aforementioned 4 weeks actually inflated my memory with appreciation, awe and wonder! It all started 10 months ago as an idea, no, rather a dream; to fly privately to the Serengeti in Tanzania.

So the planning started. Here was the conundrum though…you need to book the accommodation well in advance, as the respective destinations are very popular, but you also need to know how many guests you will book the places for. You can’t get people to commit unless they know where they will stay and how much it will cost them, and the respective accommodations on the other hand want a firm booking, and the exact number of guests, with the deposit in an unreasonably short time.

The third and most difficult obstacle is the itinerary. The plan was to stop over in Malawi (2 days at Club Makokola) en route to Tanzania (6 days), do the Serengeti safari and then return via Zambia (2 days). We also had to avoid flying on Sundays as all the flying related costs then normally double in Africa. Our intended destination in Zambia, Royal Zambezi Lodge, only had space available on two weekends in July (the month we targeted due to it being the best weather month for flying in Tanzania), so I had to try and build the safari and Club Makokola around those dates. Keep in mind that this was originally for 18 guests!!

Before I drift off too much and write you to sleep, to make a long story short, I took a chance, identified the week which would fit all the above criteria and made a booking for 18 guests. With the itinerary and costs in hand, invitations were e-mailed to pilots and friends who had done trips before with my dad. I was overwhelmed and surprised by the enthusiasm and interest. 28 people wanted in! 24 was all that could fit. We were going to Tanzania in 9 private aircraft. The dream was now well on its way to reality.

For the next 8 months there was a lot to organise, especially making sure that Avgas fuel was available at all our stops, as well as the nitty-gritty, but looking back, the crux of the trip came to be in those first two weeks of November 2012. Hadn’t the guests responded as fast as they did and entrusted me with their money and planning, nothing would have had come of it and the whole thing would today still be just a dream. To them all I send out a sincere THANK YOU.

13-14/07/2013 / Heading : North.

Tweefontein farm –> Polokwane 152nm / 0h:54min / 62 litres
Polokwane –> Club Makokola 656nm / 3h:54min / 258 litres

It’s a chilly winters morning on the Highveld. All things considered I didn’t sleep too badly. A quick look out the window… NO mist!! It’s a go! After 9 months of planning, over 500 emails and many calls to friendly, but undecipherable accents on the other end of the line (and Africa!) the day had finally come. We were to embark on a 6000km journey in a 300hp single engine piston aircraft; cross over 6 countries and all but reach the equator. A big relief was that for this trip we were one pax lighter than a year ago when we were 3 up to Zambia. Light aircraft owners don’t mind passengers, but they DO mind weight (Disclaimer : I’m not alluding that the spoken passenger was heavy set, anything but). The hour flight to Polokwane was uneventful and after re-fuelling and clearing customs we were up in the air again for the longest leg of the trip… 3h:54m to Club Makokola in Malawi. Soon we crossed the Limpopo river and then not long afterwards encountered the beautiful Eastern Highlands of Zimbabwe. Spying on uncle Bob’s territory from 13500ft ASL I couldn’t help but notice that the landscape looked so fertile and peaceful, yet the actions of a mad despot made the country uninhabitable for thousands of ordinary Zimbabweans.

Spying on Uncle Bob's paradise.

Apart from the majestic Zambezi river, north western Mozambique came and went and then we entered Malawi. Our quick progress was made possible by a healthy 10-15 knot tail wind…heaven sent on a long leg such as this! There was a bit of cloud lurking about and soon we dived through a little gap to get below them. The approach into Club Makokola was flanked by Lake Malombe to the right, and Lake Malawi shimmered in the mid-day sun, dead ahead. Club Mak has a 1km dirt runway adjacent to the resort. The approach was spectacular and one I’ll always remember.


Fuel here comes currently at the hefty price tag of US$3/litre!! At R10/US$, 280 litres of Avgas sets you back R8400!!!! 280 litres of Avgas will fly you for more or less 4 hours 45 minutes, or +-1400km in a Beechcraft Bonanza. It works out at approximately R6/kilometre… So, it turns out flying your own private plane half way across the continent is quite a lot more expensive than going by commercial jet, but rest assured, it’s also a LOT more fun, and you see the world from 20 000ft closer. You’re also guaranteed a window seat, you have ample leg room and you can listen in on the chat channel to what each of the other 8 aircraft’s crews get up to (a classic on this trip was a certain pilot, I won’t mention names, asking how he should operate his oxygen tank…!!!!).

Anyway, after that little detour…Club Mak has the fabulous arrangement of being able to process customs at their airfield. In Africa this is a much preferred arrangement as the worst part of any flying trip is the red tape, taxes and bribes at airports. To give you an idea, the general fees you’d normally pay for a private flight landing at an African airport are : navigation fees, approach fees, landing fees, parking fees if you stay over, passenger tax or airport service charges. I’m amazed they haven’t invented the Taxiing fee. Or the Start-up fee. These fees exclude flight clearances for each country; this have to be obtained before your journey commences. Not so long ago, 1988 to be precise, my dad flew our family to Zimbabwe without needing a clearance. If that still applied today, our 9 aircraft fleet would have saved R32 785, for flight clearances alone!!

Then you sometimes also have to deal with incompetent officials who can’t type (the flight plan “officer” at Dodoma), or those who think they can invent an absolutely essential document that no one has ever heard of (Dodoma customs “chancer”). There are only so many hours of daylight, so when 9 aircraft gets held up at an airport due to unforeseen complications or disputes, then tempers get frayed and emotions boil over. For some reason African countries see general aviation as a cash cow and they sadly haven’t woken up to the fact that a happy tourist might inspire 10 more to visit their country and thus increase tourism and income.

The Club Mak way.

That’s my complaining done. From here onwards it’s all good news. Club Mak (www.clubmak.com) can be compared to an Indian Ocean tropical island, on mainland Africa. It’s situated close to Mangochi, on the south western bank of Lake Malawi. It’s run by an Italian, Benedetto Calvani, who I must jealously admit, is somewhat living the dream.

At the beach, Club Mak, Lake Malawi.

Beforehand I was afraid whether the resort would live up to their brochure and website, but having been there I can safely say it surpassed my expectations. The bungalows are spacious and comfortable, unpretentious and situated beneath beautiful trees. The food is excellent and house drinks were included in our deal. Benedetto also gave us a generous discount per person for the two days which made the deal a whole lot sweeter. I wish Club Mak all the best, as they are on a very secluded spot (in terms of world travel), but I’m sure their runway helps massively for lighter planes to charter tourists from Blantyre. I could easily stay there for a week.

Club Mak sunrise.

The first afternoon six of us decided to visit a small island 6 kilometres from the shore, to have a look at its dense population of fish eagles and to also snorkel. I was surprised by the size of the swell in the lake as there wasn’t much wind, but I can imagine that on a windy day things could get very unpleasant deeper into the lake. The promise of seeing an abundance of fish eagles was fulfilled and to boot we saw one make a catch 50 metres from our boat. Even in mid-winter the water of lake Malawi is surprisingly warm. Our skipper threw bread crumbs into the water and soon a school of small fish (including Cichlids) came to feed. It was a thoroughly enjoyable snorkelling experience. The water was crystal clear. Where we dove the water was probably 4 metres deep. The lake bed is strewn with large to room sized boulders. It’s just a surreal world to immerse yourself in.

Lake Malawi, ocean-like.

Soon we had to return to Club Mak as dusk was upon us. The return journey was rough, but it was more than compensated for by an dramatic sunset; the crimson sun, framed by clouds and sinking fast behind the majestic mountains hugging Lake Malawi’s western shore.

Sunset, Lake Malawi.

The evening soon changed into a faster gear as all local drinks were on the house. The local gin and tonic seemed to be a favourite amongst the guests and soon everyone was in high spirits. (Excuse me, no pun intended). Before dinner I set up my camera for a star trail image over the lake. I imagined that the stars would dazzle on this trip, but sadly it wasn’t the case. Due to locals starting fires all over southern Africa during winter, there is a constant haze which makes visibility poor, even for flying during daytime.

Under the influence. Club Mak.

Dinner was excellent as we were treated to local fish from the lake as well as pork, chicken and beef. As everyone headed for bed afterwards I experimented with more night photography on the beach, but by now the double gins had caught up with me and at midnight I called it quits.

The next morning my gin exuberance the previous night was rewarded with a slightly uncomfortable headache. The upside of it all? I was up at dawn to see a stunning African sunrise. Instead of roosters announcing the start of a new day fish eagles were going off left right and centre. The rest of the morning was a lazy affair. One pilot decided to take his Cessna 210 for a sight-seeing trip along the shoreline. He had an even brighter idea to attach his GoPro to the left wing. Result…breathtaking footage. Those GoPro stickers must be ultra-strong to withstand wind speeds of up to 330km/h. If you’re a pilot and you want to document your flights or the landscapes you see on your flights, this is the way to go. The quality is superb. That wide angle lens works a charm. It seems though that GoPro still need some refining done on the remote, as it doesn’t always start or stop recording when you want it to. Or maybe the operators of the camera aren’t as clever as they make out to be…

That afternoon 8 of us decided to set off on a sightseeing trip to Cape Maclear. It’s about an hour’s drive north from Club Mak. We hired a taxi, stocked the cooler and were off just after late lunch. Our driver didn’t understand a word of English, but he seemed to know where he was going so all was well. The scenery was splendid… dense bush veld interspersed with massive Baobabs and 300 foot high hills.

Cape Maclear.

I had no idea of what to expect at Cape Maclear. What revealed itself was a settlement of stark contrasts. You enter through the locals’ suburb, which is very shack-like, but yet different from the South African version. It doesn’t feel unsafe or threatening and it’s also cleaner. The town fronts on the lake’s beach, so the locals make their living from fishing. At the end of the road the holiday section of Cape Maclear starts. Idyllic doesn’t even start to describe it. The only way I can think of is if there was an African version of the movie, The Beach.

We got back at Club Mak around dinner time and were soon in bed to rest for the next day’s travel to Arusha in Tanzania. A fantastic start to the trip then.

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Noose Of Gold

12/04/2013.

I know it’s been a while – actually a LOOOONG while – since my last blog, but things have been a bit busy as of late. I got my home studio going with Pro Tools 10, and to be honest, it’s QUITE a learning curve. I’m also busy writing the new Sick-Leaves album and I’m pleased to say that there are some very juicy ideas coming to the fore.

Preparations for my Associated Board of the Royal Schools of Music (ABRSM) Grade 5 Practical and Theory exams for classical guitar in June is also coming along nicely. Reading music is STILL a bitch, but this is turning out to be quite a worthwhile exercise (excuse the pun), although a bit time consuming.

Then there’s also the organization of THE Tanzania trip later this year in July. To book a trip for 9 aircraft and 24 guests at 3 locations, including a safari at the world famous Ngorongoro Crater and Serengeti National Park, is quite an undertaking. I just hope we see some animals, and by that I mean a LOT of animals, as the expectations are sky high. Anyway, more news regarding this will follow in the months to come. All I can say is that I’m super excited and that I’m working hard on my photography skills…

Not that any of this is an excuse, but to make up for my lack of updates recently…here’s a little sweetener…Enjoy!


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All Along The Watchtower with a Gibson ES-339

16/11/2012.

Jimi Hendrix’s version of Bob Dylan’s,  All Along The Watchtower, is in my opinion the best guitar cover ever. The vision and skill he showed in the arrangement is just incredible. What amazes me about Hendrix is how little he made use of repetition in his music. Not a single lead guitar bar is alike throughout this song. Take also into consideration that he sang while playing this.

I attempted this song before during my final guitar practical exam at Allenby Campus, way back in 2004. Back then I owned a Gibson Les Paul Standard and an Epiphone Riviera. The Les Paul’s tone was never going to work, so I used the semi-hollow body Epiphone.

Recently I wondered what the song would sound like with my ES-339. I was pleasantly surprised. Obviously it’s not that classic Hendrix/Strat sound, but Gibson’s Classic ‘57 humbuckers has a nice bite and it gives a bit more beef in the lows and mids. Gibson Custom ES-339 webpage I also think the semi-hollow body has a warmth that can’t be matched by  solid body guitars.

For the slide section I used my new, amazing micro POG pedal to give it that 12 string sound. The most fun parts to play in this song are the solos and especially the section from 2:22 to 2:55, when the song really kicks off. Through teaching I’ve noted how most students only learn certain parts or riffs from songs. My advice would be to take a song you like and learn it from start to finish. What you’ll learn and gain is invaluable. Hope you enjoy the song and video.


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REVIEW : Mieliepop Songtuary, Tolderia Estate. 26-28/10/2012

01/11/2012.

I’ve been very fortunate to attend most of the top music festivals in South Africa with The Sick-Leaves during the past 6 years. After releasing Breaking Away in January this year I decided to do something fresh musically.  Hence my side project, Tenkai Pennies (with Andra Cilliers) was born.  After making it on to the line-up we were extremely excited to play at this year’s Mieliepop Songtuary festival, at Tolderia Estate, close to Lothair, in south east Mpumalanga.

After a longish drive from Pretoria I arrived at the festival round 4-ish on the Friday afternoon. It looked spectacular. Tents and cars were lined up on both flanks of the man-made dam and the stage looked mightily impressive. I’ve been to this place countless times before in my life since 1982, when back then there was nothing except a spruit, veld and trees. I don’t think the owner, Andre van Rooyen, at the time, could have envisaged the amount of time, energy, money, toil and love he would pour into Tolderia over the next 29 years to create this world class estate.

Even before the dam was built our families would have social gatherings at the “grot” / cave. Back then it looked nothing like it does today. Access was through the veld, there was no concrete, everything was natural. After the dam was built a semi-permanent gazebo was erected on the eastern side next to the dam wall. A bit later the “old / main house” was built on the northern bank of the dam, which was a massive improvement. As a kid this house fascinated me endlessly due to it’s northern wall being a massive sandstone rock. The huge lawn grew ever larger over time and a heated swimming pool and fake cave was built later on adjacent to the house.

The next phase of development would be the current festival site. The spruit from the waterfall to the dam was dug deeper and wider to accommodate a motor boat.  Then the fake cave, bar area and swimming pool followed, with the 4 luxurious lodges being the most recent development. May I add – EVERYTHING that’s man made at Tolderia was designed and built by Andre van Rooyen. It’s quite astonishing if you take a minute to think about it.

After pitching my tent I met up with everyone else and made a dash for a viewpoint to capture a photograpgh of the setting sun painting the clouds pink. Overcast weather was predicted for the rest of the weekend so I knew this was probably my only chance to get a good picture of the site.

Mieliepop Songtuary 2012, Friday evening. (c) Eksteen Jacobsz

For me Friday night’s highlights were Mechanics Of Happiness, who impressed with a tight melodic rock set; the exceptional Shotgun Tori who delivered an emotional vocal rasp so vicious that it sent the moon cowering behind the clouds; and Howlin Shibanski‘s slick and dirty blues.

We played at 10pm. The crowd was fantastic, but a right nightmare was had on stage. LOTS of technical difficulties. The show must go on though and we did the best we could. A special thanks to Brenda Burnit who helped us out on percussion and mandolin and to Andra of course who is a pro. It’s a real privelege and joy to share a stage with her.

The Aidan Martin Band (c) Eksteen Jacobsz

The next morning I waited for the sun to nuke me out of my tent, but it never happened. Typical Ermelo “oosteweer” (overcast and drizzly weather) was on the menu for the day. With our show done I could relax and take some photos. We made our way to the stage mid-morning and were treated to an Uriah Heep sound check. Amazing to behold. Naming James played an energetic and well received set to get the crowd going. I made a dash for my tent to catch a quick afternoon nap; a huge amount of lost sleep during the week had left me feeling worse for wear. It didn’t last long though as I was woken by that magical sound of a blues/rock trio. A super tight guitar and bass riff of immense swagger got me scrambling to the stage and I was just in time to catch the last bit of Aidan Martin‘s set. What a band. It’s beyond me how this guy is still so anonymous. But that will change soon. To me they were the musical highlight of the weekend and I’m bummed out that I couldn’t see his whole set. He struck me looks and soundwise as a cross between Robert Plant and Jimmy Page, Led Zeppelin during 1970. It’s as if he has been kept in an ice tomb for 42 years and unleashed upon us in 2012. Top bloke as well.

The Smoking Mojos (c) Eksteen Jacobsz

The Smoking Mojos were hugely anticipated and they delivered their double axe blues with precision and passion. Two power outages during their set must have been horrible for the band, but this only seemed to increase the crowd’s appreciation and love for them.

Jeremy Loops (c) Eksteen Jacobsz

Over the course of the weekend the most love and adoration, for a local artist, was reserved for Jeremy Loops. This guy knows how to work an audience and had them eating out of his harmonica and loop pedal in a matter of seconds. He specializes in feel good music and it’s perfect for festival vibes. The only criticism I can direct at Saturday’s line up order is that he didn’t play just before Uriah Heep, as BCUC was a bit of a downer. I headed for the hill across the stage and took some magical shots of the festival ground bathed in darkness.

Stage. Saturday night. (c) Eksteen Jacobsz

The funniest moment came when Uriah Heep’s entry music started to play. As I stood next to the sound and light desk, their lighting engineer was as livid and animated as a cobra in its last death throws of a losing battle against a badger. The MC was hanging around on stage and he wanted her OFF. It was funny because it shows their professionalism in producing a flawless show and how much the aura and visual appeal matters in rock’n’roll. The band rode to the side of the stage in an old 60’s Volkswagen Combi that was led by a Harley. They were all dressed in clothes displaying biker insignia.

Mick Box / Uriah Heep (c) Eksteen Jacobsz

What a show these elder statesman of rock gave! They weren’t here for an African safari, they were here to entertain. It was a real treat and experience to have backstage access and see them perform from such close quarters. Mick Box pretty much stands still throughout the performance, but delivers brutal guitar riffs and scorching solos without batting an eyelid. What impressed me most was how massive their guitar-organ/keyboard sound was. The arrangements are flawless and their vocal harmonies pitch perfect. The crowd must have been one of the smaller ones they have played to in their illustrious career, but they genuinely seemed to enjoy every moment on stage. A top show and one I’m very glad I saw.

Dan Patlansky (c) Eksteen Jacobsz

Dan Patlansky had the unenviable task of following Uriah Heep and he did a stellar job. He never ceases to amaze me. There seemed to be a bit of anger in his playing that gave the show an extra edge. Whether it was due to his slot being moved from before Uriah Heep to after, or the stage hand trying to remove his carefully placed sound deflector (in front of his amp) just before the show started, I don’t know, but it was great to see that emotion. When it comes to the blues he’s very much THE GUITARIST in SA right now. Phenomenal. Credit must also go to his band who is rock solid behind him.

I own this place. (c) Eksteen Jacobsz

Sunday came too early and it was all over. I want to congratulate the organisers on running a near flawless festival that is very much still in its infancy. It’s hard to comprehend how many logistics there are to keep track of, how many problems arise during an event like this and how they immediately must be addressed, solved and fixed. My hope is that this festival won’t become too big and that it will retain its exclusive feel. Here’s to Mieliepop 2013.

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