5 Unforgettable Adventures in South Africa
            
            
              Article and photos by Contributing Editor Ted Campbell
               
              1/19/2017
             
            
              
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                    Sunrise in Kruger National Park.
                   
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              Every day in  South Africa, an elephant family drinks from a murky pond where hippo and  crocodile nostrils poke out of the water.  A deep red sunset falls behind scraggly, leafless trees. In Johannesburg,  barefoot children play soccer on a dusty street of boxy brick homes. Women in  colorful robes carry duffle bags on their heads down a busy sidewalk, where Laundromats  and fried-fish restaurants share the street with African Muti shops of herbs  and spears.
             
            
              
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                    Street scene in downtown Johannesburg.
                   
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              Of course,  like anywhere in the world, South Africa on the ground is different from South  Africa in the imagination. Not content to simply  exceed expectations, the country offers countless discoveries: friendly people  in hip neighborhood markets, penguin colonies on white-sand beaches, dramatic cliff-and-valley landscapes, and of course food: enormous cuts of  perfectly cooked meat, traditional pap (corn-meal porridge) eaten with your  fingers, and an excellent two-dollar bottle of wine.
             
            
              Unfortunately,  because of high crime rates, compounded by racial and economic divisions from a  painful recent history of apartheid and tense reconciliation, many travelers  take a safari or two and go nowhere else. Or they take a fully guided tour,  which may hit several countries and last weeks or months. The truth is that these are good  options, both to  save money and because of such safety concerns.
             
            
              But my wife  and I wanted those moments of discovery, those days when we had no idea what  would happen  or what we would do. So we planned and traveled on our own.  Instead of  squeezing in every destination from the tip of a continent, we spent a week or more in  and around three places: Johannesburg, Cape Town, and Kruger National Park.
             
            
              Spending more  time in these places gave us opportunities for memorable experiences not on the  top-tier of most travel itineraries. Yes, we  visited Soweto in Johannesburg, the 1.3-million person township (black  neighborhood) famous for actions during the struggle against apartheid. But we also rode bicycles through  the smaller and less-visited township of Alexandra, meeting locals and eating pap  with the only tour company in town, whose guide said he averaged one group  every two weeks.
             
            
              Yes, we spent  an afternoon on the red, double-decker tourist bus in Johannesburg, but we also  took an overnight train across the country, and later rented a car to explore  the Cape Peninsula and the wine country outside  of Cape Town. And when we went up iconic Table Mountain, we didn’t take the  cable car but climbed through lush  valleys and over exposed rock.
             
            
              Managing limited time in a country as  fascinating as South Africa can be tricky, but having extra days everywhere we  went provided us the freedom to  experience it our own way. Rather than  try to see it all, which is impossible anyway,  we chose to slow down and enjoy what we could see. Here are five highlights  from an adventurous month in South Africa.
             
            Walking Safari in Kruger National Park 
            
              Walking in  Kruger National Park is an outstanding alternative to racing around in a safari  vehicle. Both are great fun, but on foot  you feel like an explorer, like part of the landscape, as the only thing  between you and the biggest land animals in the world are a couple of bushes  and a few hundred feet.
             
            
              In July, the  middle of winter, Kruger is a sandy, sun-beaten place. Sprawling trees break  the glare of the horizon across the rolling highlands of the veld, the Afrikaner word for savannah — not a forest, but not nearly a desert.
             
            
              Winter means  no rain and no leaves on the trees, so the animals are easier to see on their  regular visits to concrete watering holes constructed around the park. The conditions allow up-close viewings of  rhino, elephant, buffalo, zebra, giraffe, kudu, and dozens of more species of animals.
             
            
              
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                    Walking through the veld in Kruger National Park.
                   
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              Named after  President Paul Kruger, who first designated the area as a wildlife park in 1898  in response to rampant overhunting, this long strip of land in eastern South  Africa on the Mozambique border is one of the largest reserves in Africa, about  the size of New Jersey. Nine concessions — areas that are officially part of the  park, but where a safari lodge is allowed to operate — are located around the  park with no intervening fences.
             
            
              Built on one  of these concessions in a particularly animal-rich part of Kruger, the Rhino  Post Lodge specializes in walking tours. For permission to walk freely through  these 12,000 hectares of untouched wilderness, the maximum amount of walkers is  eight, plus two rifle-carrying guides.
             
            
              My wife and I were strapping on our boots within an hour of arriving at  Rhino Post, getting ready for a three-hour walk across the veld to their  sleep-out camp. The lodging consisted of four screen tents up on wooden  platforms, where after a dinner of grilled boerewors sausage and wine we slept under the  stars to the sounds of grunting, rooting, and rustling below.
             
            
              
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                    The Rhino Post sleep-out camp.
                   
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              Rhino Post  also offers game drives in safari vehicles, the typical way to experience  Kruger. You can see more animals more quickly from a vehicle, including those  too cautious to see while walking: lions, leopards, smaller cats, and the  endangered African wild dogs. Again, staying at a lodge in a concession is an  advantage because of their locations inside the park, with access to park roads  before and after park closing times.
             
            
              But nothing  can compare to seeing your guide’s hand come up, telling you to stop walking,  and watching a mother rhino and her baby  turn to look at you before returning to snuffling in the bushes. Or breathing in the cold morning air  in utter silence while scanning the open veld, and suddenly spotting an ostrich  at a distance and then quietly following it to get a closer look.
             
            
              The morning  after the sleep-out we saw our first giraffe, its head bobbing among the high  branches of the trees 200 yards away. It came into a clearing, obviously  looking at us. We stood quiet and still, holding our breath. After a moment it  turned back and continued gliding along, slowly, through the bony trees,  sometimes stopping to strip branches of what winter leaves were left, with the  endless African sky behind.
             
            
              I remember  thinking, now that’s the way to see a giraffe.
             
            
              
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                    A solitary giraffe in Kruger National Park.
                   
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              Alexandra  Township Bicycle Tour
            
            
              The guides  and other South Africans we met at the Rhino Post Lodge couldn’t believe we  would spend almost two weeks in Johannesburg. To them, it’s a dirty, dangerous,  crowded place, especially when compared to world-class Cape Town on the other  side of the country.
             
            
              But  Johannesburg is fascinating — a once-crumbling, now-revitalizing downtown  scattered with prime specimens of three architectural styles: British colonial,  art-deco, and brutalist. Outside the city  center are the modern malls and fancy restaurants of Sandton and Rosebank,  connected to downtown by the fast and safe Gautrain mass transit system, built  for the World Cup in 2010, which also goes to the airport. And natural areas  surround the city on all sides, including the Cradle of Humankind, a region of  rolling hills where evidence of some of the first humans and pre-humans have been discovered.
             
            
              Visiting Townships in South Africa
            
            
              But no visit  to Johannesburg, long or short, is complete without a visit to a township.  Townships are the African neighborhoods where black, mixed-race, and Indian  people were forced to live during apartheid. The largest and most famous is  Soweto, the name coming from South West Township. It’s like a separate city,  divided by the dusty, yellow mounds of waste from the gold mines. The red bus  tour takes you past all the important sights, including the monument to the  1976 massacre of protesting students and the former homes of Nelson Mandela and  Desmond Tutu.
             
            
              You can see  Soweto on one of these tours, but you can truly experience the older, smaller,  and less-visited township Alexandra with Jeff Mulaudzi’s bicycle tours, which offer  two- or four-hour rides with him or another local guide.
             
            
              Stops on the ride include a school, the house where Nelson Mandela lived  when he first moved to Johannesburg, a colorful gym run by an artist who calls  himself the African Picasso, a modest home whose owner serves the local  corn-brewed “beer,” and a lunch of grilled meat and pap in the restaurant that  was once the headquarters of the infamous Msomi gang, which was named after an  axe murderer and ruled Alexandra in the mid to late ‘50s.
             
            
              But  Alexandra’s people are the real pleasure. As our guide (with an unpronounceable  Zulu name full of clicks) said, the people are friendly. Very friendly. Nearly  everyone we passed smiled, waved, or greeted us in Zulu. One man told me, in  English, “Welcome, welcome, you look comfortable, alright, cool.”
             
            
              
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                    Taking a break from the bike ride in Alexandra township, Johannesburg.
                   
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              The children  were the friendliest, from whom we learned a new word: “mlungu,” which means  “white person.” Groups of them chased our bikes, reaching out to touch the  handlebars and give high-fives, crying “mlungu, mlungu!” And how could I forget  the old woman sitting on her front stoop, who called into the house for the  kids to come out and see us, and the shy little girl who grinned and said,  “Hello mlungu.”
             
            
              Overnight  Train from Johannesburg to Cape Town
            
            
              You can fly from Johannesburg to Cape  Town fast and cheap, and in fact,  we flew one-way with Kulula, a domestic airline, for 900 rand ($60 USD). The flight was less than an hour and hassle-free.
             
            
              For a bit  less ($46 USD, or 600 rand) you can get a  ticket on the Shosholoza Meyl train, which without delays takes 27 hours, leaving  Johannesburg at 12:30 pm and arriving in Cape Town at 3:30 pm the next day.
             
            
              
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                    The Shosholoza Meyl train from Johannesburg to Cape Town.
                   
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              There are fancier and more expensive options, like the Premier Class train and the luxurious Blue Train, but the real fun of taking a train is what’s outside, not inside.
             
            
              Leaving Johannesburg, we passed cities, shantytowns, ranches, rolling  hills and massive mines. A penetrating darkness filled the long night, and  after we finished our wine we enjoyed a peaceful sleep on comfortable bunks  rocked by the swaying train.
             
            
              In the early  morning when the sun came up, we were surrounded  by a wide flat expanse of bush similar to the veld in Kruger, but much of it  parceled into farms. Besides the expected cows and horses, we saw impala and  ostrich grazing, drinking, or staring off into space.
             
            
              As the  morning became afternoon, a landscape emerged that would rival the prettiest  postcard: high cliffs and rocky mountains, sun-baked valleys full of vineyards,  and finally the unmistakable form of flat Table Mountain in the distance as we  approached Cape Town.
             
            
              
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                    Wine country outside Cape Town as seen from the train.
                   
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              If you look  at TripAdvisor reviews of the train, the most common complaint is that it may arrive very late. Ours  did not; it pulled into the downtown Cape Town train station in the afternoon,  and from there our hotel was a 10-minute walk away — easier than haggling for a  taxi at the airport.
             
            
              The Shosholoza Meyl  train provides private cabins for two people, bedding and blankets, clean  shared bathrooms, and food service. Some advice: If you’re going to take this  trip, remember your camera, extra water,  and snacks. And lots of wine.
             
            
              Table  Mountain National Park
            
            
              The Cape  Peninsula points south like a gnarly, knobby index finger. Table Mountain is  the knuckle, dented and scarred, with the urban blemish of cosmopolitan Cape  Town off to one side. At the fingertip is the Cape of Good Hope, looming large  in the imaginations of fans of mariner  adventure tales, or at least those who paid attention in middle school  geography class.
             
            
              All along  this 52-km finger are dramatic views of  the Table Mountain-type — tall cliffs of granite and sandstone dotted with  patches of clinging green, with turquoise bays and white-sand beaches below.
             
            
              
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                    Bluffs and beaches between Cape Point and the Cape of Good Hope.
                   
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              It’s a  hiker’s dream, but the route closest to Cape Town under the Table Mountain  cable car might be a little steep for most knees. A good first hike is right  next door on the dome-shaped Lion’s Head, perhaps second to Table Mountain in its distinction.  The trail spirals up the rounded peak, passing the largest strand of silver  trees in the world, which only grow on the slopes of the Cape Peninsula.
             
            
              
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                    Table Mountain and the Lion�s Head above Cape Town.
                   
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              A popular  route that goes to the top of Table Mountain, Kasteelspoort (Castle’s Gate) is clearly marked and, though steep, not too  treacherous for those afraid of heights. This trail begins above Camps Bay, a  swanky beachside neighborhood on the other side of the mountains from Cape  Town, and it weaves between two of the Twelve Apostles, the huge broken  buttresses that tower over the bay.
             
            
              Another good  route up Table Mountain begins in the world-famous Kirstenbosch Botanical  Gardens, which specializes in fynbos, the diverse species of bushes and flowers  native to the Cape, among them South Africa’s national flower the King Protea.
             
            
              The Skeleton  Gorge trail from Kirstenbosch is less exposed than Kasteelspoort, but it’s  strenuous hiking nonetheless. During one section the trail disappears among the  rocks and flowing water of Skeleton Stream, requiring some scrambling. At the  top, a short walk leads to a powdery mini-beach facing a reservoir. The plateau  is crisscrossed with trails that pass  reservoirs and camping huts, leading to Kasteelspoort on the Camps Bay side or  north to Maclear's Beacon, the highest point on Table Mountain.
             
            
              Finally, the  Cape of Good Hope section of Table Mountain National Park provides more than a  fabulous photo opportunity, but also the chance to hike over rugged terrain  with panoramic views of two oceans. While the  steep walk to the main attraction Cape Point certainly feels like hiking and  takes about 30 minutes, several routes begin on the other side of the parking  lot: one over the higher promontory behind, which goes along the coast on the  False Bay side, and one that passes the beaches on the Atlantic Ocean side and  leads toward the Cape of Good Hope itself. All can be combined as  part of a three- or four-hour loop. During our hike we saw several eland  (South Africa’s largest antelope, with a body like a cow) and an ostrich that  was the exact colors as the surrounding bush.
             
            
              
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                    An eland grazing in the bush near the Cape of Good Hope.
                   
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              Other than  for Lion’s Head, which can be reached by bus from downtown, you’ll need a car  to get to these places and still have time to hike. Driving around the Cape  Peninsula is fun in its own right. In  addition to mountains, the area is dotted  with beaches, vineyards, and pretty fishing villages. There are numerous rental  car companies in Cape Town, and with the strong dollar our rental was only  about $20 USD a day. The roads are good, though twisty,  the rain can pound the car, and it takes time  to get used to driving on the left side of the road. It’s all part of the  adventure.
             
            
              Stellenbosch:  Wine Country near Cape Town
            
            
              A suitable  climate and a long history of cultivation means  that good grapes grow all over South Africa. But the most famous wine region is  Stellenbosch.
             
            
              About two  hours from Cape Town, Stellenbosch is a lovely university town in the heart of  wine country. Its historic center of well-maintained, Cape Dutch-style buildings  contains tasteful tourist shops, relaxing restaurants, and attractions like the  Botanical Gardens on Plien Street, which  is thick with all kinds of colorful, tropical and native plants, including a  whole section of large bonsai trees. Entrance is free.
             
            
              Away from  downtown and past the buildings of Stellenbosch University, the Jan Marais  Nature Reserve is a birdwatcher’s paradise, with sculptures, groves of flowers,  and walking paths going around a pond.
             
            
              But now to  the important part — wine. Every road in every direction from Stellenbosch leads  to a valley, and every valley contains vineyard after vineyard. So the first  decision is to pick a direction and drive.
             
            
              We went  northeast toward the village of Franschhoek, passing stands of stone pines,  towering cliffs, and a tall waterfall off in the distance. In fact, when we saw  signs for a vineyard on the little road that went in the direction of the  waterfall, we decided to take it, thus allowing nature to choose our  wine-tasting spot for us.
             
            
              A dirt road framed by spindly trees led us to the L’Ormarins Estate on the slopes of the Groot  Drakenstein Mountains. Here is the home  of Anthonij Rupert wines, whose tasting  room occupies the spacious first floor of a classic white farmhouse. We took  seats at the long wooden table in the dining room, where you could imagine a  big family dinner after a hard day tending the vines a hundred years ago.
             
            
              
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                    The road to a wine tasting at the L'Ormarins Estate near Franschhoek.
                   
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              My wife chose  the reds, and I chose the whites. Our  wine tasting guru began with the whites, describing each wine with such  precision that the flavor jumped right out at me as the liquid hit my  tongue — the first, guava and passion fruit; the second, peach and apricot; the  third, lemon and lime; and so forth.
             
            
              Before this,  my wine tasting vocabulary consisted of two words: good and ok. I don’t know if  it was a trick of suggestion, but hearing such rich descriptions while tasting  each wine made me realize what a wine tasting is supposed to be.
             
            
              
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                    Sampling South African reds and whites by Anthonij Rupert wines.
                   
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              Afterward, we were free to explore the large restored home and the grounds. The tasting wasn’t expensive,  neither were the wines — a bottle to go of one of the better reds cost about $20 USD.
             
            
              Stellenbosch  was one of our final days, and more wine tastings would have been fun, but the  hundreds of vineyards reminded us of our basic travel philosophy — when you try  to see too much, you end up seeing less. I’d much rather spend the morning in town and the afternoon slowly  experiencing only one excellent wine tasting, than race all over the valley  squeezing in as many tastings as possible. And besides, after all that wine, how could we drive back to Cape Town in the heavy rain and fog?
             
            
              When  traveling, a month can be both a long time and a short time. It depends on how  you manage your trip. With that in mind, we didn’t try to see everything there  is to see in a country overflowing with highlights like South Africa. We didn’t  rush, and thanks to that, images of South Africa have been transformed into  timeless memories.
             
            
              
                
                   
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                  Ted Campbell is a freelance writer, Spanish-English translator, and university teacher living in Mexico.
                   
                   
                  He has written two guidebooks (ebooks) about Mexico, one for Cancun and the Mayan Riviera and another for San Cristobal de las Casas and Palenque in Chiapas, both also available at Amazon.com or on his website.
                   
                   
                  For stories of adventure, culture, music, food, and mountain biking, check out his blog No Hay Bronca.
                   
                   
                  To read his many articles written for TransitionsAbroad.com, see Ted Campbell's bio page.
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