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Today we have a very busy day
ahead of us - we will be heading into Matabo National Park to see Cecil
Rhodes' grave, some bushmen rock paintings and some rhino up close (in fact,
walking up to them). After that, some of us are taking the overnight
train to Victoria Falls. We are up early and have some breakfast,
after which we pack up the campsite.
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After a few delays, we are off at
9:30 AM. We stop in town to order some pizzas for dinner on the train
and then zip off to the national park. We get to the park gates just
before 10:30 AM. It is of interest to note that in these parks, the
ranchers have the right to shot, and shot to kill, any suspected
poachers. That is why you should not get out of your vehicle. After a short drive on the dirt roads in the park, we
arrive at the spot of Rhodes' grave at 11:15 AM.
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Cecil Rhodes had an estate in the
area and during one visit he had visited a nearby hill, which he had named
View of the World. He had also requested that he be buried here
looking towards the north. Upon his death at 49 years of age in 1902,
his body was taken here and buried in the solid rock. The funeral
party included a band of Ndebele, who offered the respectful salute Hayate
which is normally only reserved for the chief and has never otherwise been
used for a white person.
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Rhodes had also built a memorial
in the memory of Allan Wilson and the 33 members of the Shangani River
Patrol that were killed by a force of 30,000 Ndebele in 1898.
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Our guide takes the time to tell
us some of the history of the area and about Rhodes and the battle where the
Shangani Patrol was wiped out. It was all very interesting. We
then wander back down to the car, enjoying the view from the hilltop.
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While driving between different
sights in the national park, our guide points out a number of different
things to us and we also see a number of animals. We stop by a pile of
rhino dung and the guide explains to us the territorial nature of the rhino
and how they operate between groups. It is all very fascinating, but unfortunately
the way the Rhino operates makes him very exposed to poachers. We also
see wart hogs, some wildebeest, a tawny eagle, antelope, ...
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... kudu, klipspringer and, as we
shall see later, lots and lots of Rhino. On our way to our lunch stop,
we stop at a curio stand for a short visit. Lunch is at a quiet and
cool spot. The spread of food is great and we stuff ourselves.
We then head off to see the rock paintings.
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We go and see the paintings at
Nswatugi Cave. After a walk up a 200 meter steep track we get to the
cave. It is an amazing sight. The cave is full of paintings done
by bushmen, with some being as old as 35,000 - 39,000 years. They have
found at this sight human bones that are over 40,00 years old. The
paintings, made with bile and urine and other materials, are amazing for
their detail and accuracy.
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There are pictures of galloping
giraffe, running zebra, kudu bulls and cows, a hunting party, several human
figures and even a very faded cheetah. The paintings are amazingly
accurate.
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We are also shown a shadow
painting. You can only see it when you shade the painting from the
light. When you do this, it pops out at you. It was stunning.
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What was a little scary was how
unprotected the sight is. There is no one there and you can just go
right up to the paintings and touch them. Some have already been
damaged by vandals.
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From the cave paintings we will
head over to the area where it is best to track the rhino. The idea is
that we will try to find as many rhino as possible and hopefully come upon a
group that we can approach on foot. For the ride to this area, Lars
gets up in the trackers seat. This seat is mounted at the front of the
Land Rover right over the bonnet. When you ride on this chair - which
has no seat belt or other restraint, you almost do not feel like you are
part of the car - you are floating over it. The guide promises me a
roller coaster ride and he does not let me down.
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Along the way we see some rhino
and it is something else to be sitting on the bonnet fully exposed to the
rhino. We would drive up to the rhino and get within 20 meters.
Sometimes the rhino would walk towards us and get quite close. It was
amazing.
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At one point in the ride we have
to go up and down some windy tracks. At the top of the hill, the guide
says hold on and he then just roars down the winding road and Lars is just
holding on for dear life as the car sways from side to side. It was an
exhilarating ride - better then any amusement park as it felt so mush more
real. After a bit he told everyone that they should put away their
cameras - we will be making a stream crossing. Lars, still sitting in
the trackers seat, hands his cameras back to Jacqui and then holds on.
The guide takes the stream and speed and the water sprays up from the front
and sides of the vehicle. Lars is soaked and everyone else gets
wet. But the sun keeps us warm and quickly dries us off.
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We get to the area where the
guide starts looking for the rhino and within a short time, we are very
lucky. He finds a group of them and they are not too far from the
road. We stop the vehicle and get out. The conditions are
perfect. There is some cover (i.e., bushes and a few trees) and the
wind is blowing towards us so they cannot smell us. We split up into
two groups and head out on foot to get a closer look at the rhinos.
The suspense is high. These animals are huge and they are fast. They
can out run a human and you cannot just jump out of the way. The only
way to avoid them is to climb up a tree or hide behind an object so they
lose you. But there are not too many big trees to climb, so we are not
sure what to do if we are charged.
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We are able to walk up close to the rhinos - it is amazing. They are
white rhino and not as aggressive as black rhino (by the way, the term white
rhino does not refer to their color, but rather is a corruption of wide
(lipped) rhino).
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There are also a number of other
animals here, such as wildebeest, zebra and giraffe. It is great to be
walking so close and among these wild animals. Some of the animals
sense our presence and they slowly drift around to the left, but this gives
a better view and lighting.
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We spend about 15 minutes viewing the rhino. We do not have too much
time as the second group needs their chance and we have to catch the train
to Victoria Falls. We head back to the vehicle. On the way back,
we get up quite close to the giraffe and he gallops away from us.
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After waiting for the second group to finish their walk with the rhino, we
all jumped into the Land Rover to head back to Bulawayo. We are late
and we need to rush to make it back in time for the train. But we have
one problem on our way out of the park - we keep spotting rhino. And
we do have to stop, of course, and take a look. These three rhino were
kind enough to line up for us.
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We also came upon this young baby
rhino. All in all, we saw 18 rhino today - almost a record.
Considering that there are almost 60 white rhino in this area (which is
quite large), we were very fortunate to see almost one third of them.
We raced out of the park and when we got to the main road, we picked up
speed. Remember that the Land Rover is open topped and we were going
at over 100 km and it gets quite chilly at night. We were cold and the
wind burned on our faces. But we were treated to a wonderful moon
rise. It came up over the hills near us and was a large bright orange
ball - it was a full moon.
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After stopping at the pizza place in town, we got to the train station just
before 7 PM only to find out that the train had been delayed due to a minor
accident. We had to wait until at least eleven PM. Well, we sat
down and enjoyed our pizza. We then retreated to the bar and brought
some cheap brandy - all they had - and played some cards to pass the time.
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We were able to board the train at 10:30 PM and it headed off about an hour
later. It was a long day and we were glad that we could finally get
some rest. After a while the attendants came around to make our beds
and we went to bed shortly thereafter. We fell right asleep to the rhythm
of the rocking train.
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