The highway from Plett along the coast was lush and green.
Stopped in Jeffrey's Bay for aswim. The beach was not the same as Plett, but some beginning surfers and the waves were fun to play in. Not many people on the beach.
Continued on to Addo. The road from the main highway seemed to take forever. When we arrived in Addo it reminded me of Lake Man. Reserve, only on a much smaller scale. A shanty town bordered it and the pot holed road leading to the campground was jarring. The campground itself was stunning. After passing through the electrified gates, we found it had been one of the first citrus farms in the area. The farmhouse is now a BnB and the grounds act as camp sites.
The trees, yard and pool were spectacular.
After chatting with the owner who had grown up on the farm, I am looking for the book Jock of the Bushveld by Percy Fitzpatrick. It was written in the cottage by the main house.
Very exciting campground to be in. Every campsite, cottage and room in the house was booked for the ultra marathon happening on the weekend. 100 miles, 76 kms, and 42 km were the distances through Addo Elephant Park. The leaders were expected to finish the 100 miles in 21 hours. We got to know one of the runners in the 76 km. He and others were excited and apprehensive about the task ahead. We watched the 100 milers take off from the main park gate Friday afternoon. The route they were to take lead them away from where the big cats usually hunted - they only had to be concerned about the possibility of leopard. That and the 40 degree heat that followed that day.
We tried to get away early for our first game drive. Us and early do not always go together. None the less we were looking to see the many elephants in this park. We drove for over an hour without seeing one. We had seen hartebeasts, warthogs, jackels, and zebra but not one elephant. Their presence was obvious from the enormous droppings covering the road.
