African Safari Photography


African Safari Photography

I recently participated in a photo safari in South Africa led by a Florida professional photographer, Greg Sweeney and his wife Karen. They have their own houses in the Limpopo province near Hoedspruit. They make two safaris in May and September of each year and they function as a catering service from these moments.

To say that this trip exceeded my expectations is a complete understatement. Nine days of continuous activities before dawn, at 9 o’clock each night. There I was, another lady from Sydney, a Greek banker living in Switzerland and extravagant four friends from different parts of the United States. His friendship, his jokes and humor brought a lot of fun to the experience.

On the first morning, we went on a racing game in Thornybush game reserve and found a lioness with three dogs killing and while we photographed a very old Leo entered the group and headed to the left, Mom and the Children had not left their bones. He went over and began to finish the crunching casing of the bones as if they were matches. We even saw rhinoceroses, giraffes and Buffalo this morning.

We went twice in the Kruger National Park, which is different from crushed through the undergrowth in Thornybush, vehicles are not allowed on the roads and outside your vehicle brings a hefty fine. These are the times when children dragged their big arms, the lens more extensions 500 mm. Imagine eight photographers (including Greg) all with huge lenses from a set of vehicles, sometimes we were the show and people were taking pictures of us taking pictures.

It was a situation of dodging and knitting and I finished pieces of hats, elbows, lentils, etc., but we all worked together so that each of us has been touched to the target. The Yankees were birdwatchers (birds) photographers and were always after birds in flight, and quickly taught me to recite from a group of landmarks. Our guide could not help laughing eight-camera noise in the continuous shooting mode.

We have been able to feed her and yet she is able to come and go at her whim. She eats 60 kg of chopped vegetables and introduced by the 8 liter bottle of South African tea on a daily basis. She is now old enough to be mother and several suitors, so her life hypopie Hippo, she will stop having the baby.

We visited the Mohololo Rehabilitation Center and we photographed many birds of prey, a Black Rhino baby, cheetah, wild dogs, hyena, honey badger and took us to our photo to feed a Cape vulture.

We were allowed access to a private pavilion and saw lots of giraffes and a nice (if called so) baby white rhinoceros and his mother. We arrived in two Mongolian dwarfs, so cute and no bigger than a little rat.

The food was excellent, we ate the meat of a kudu, impala and all the food was cooked in a traditional way. We were surprised by Bush Braii (a BBQ version) and entertained by the Ringatani Dancing Group. This group was formed by Mr. brings self-esteem and pride of culture to some young people who otherwise would have problems.

Our houses in the trees were excellent. The shower was a different experience as it was at the back of the house in the open-air tree, making the experience about 7 feet from the ground, looking out at the view and taking a shower at the same time.

Each year, Greg and Karen take supplies to elementary school, such as pencils, rulers, gums, etc., but this year, Greg’s mother had woven dolls for the girls and socks for the children. We have introduced the best directors of the school. I sent it from a packet of pencils, etc. My daughter had kept it.

We spent Tshukudu Game Lodge during the last two days and it was an additional feature, rather than a market with a pool. The food never finished. The hostel has four resident cheetahs that are created by hand and still have to look for their own food.

As long as you do not touch his cups or his feet, he likes to be cuddled like a normal cat and was not anxious to do so. On several occasions they followed the vehicle of the game and our guide actually took them to the hunt, he is looking for something they can catch and when he blows the whistle and stop the vehicle, the cats enter the hunting mode.

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