lion crossing the road

The Kruger From a Car Window

How do you know if your safari in a national park was “good” if the closest thing you can compare it to is a visit to the zoo?

I traveled to both Kruger National Park in South Africa and Etosha National Park in Namibia this summer, and found that they were very different. The terrain in Etosha was flat and wide open, allowing you to see all the way to the horizon. It was the exact type of landscape I expected after watching The Lion King. Easy to spot the animals, but not as much of an adventure to find them.

On the other hand, Kruger was filled with all different types of habitat and terrains, changing every fifty or so kilometers. There was shrubbery, grassland, trees, hills. For this reason, it felt like more of a safari to me. I never knew what was hiding behind the next tree or just around the corner. Whereas everything in Etosha was very arid and barren, Kruger offered more variety for different kinds of wildlife.

I would say it’s difficult to compare the parks because of the vastly different terrain and varying wildlife inhabitants, but after looking through my pictures I’ve realized just why Kruger is inching forward to claim a special place in my heart. The animals came so close to the car it felt like I could touch them, which is exciting but simultaneously terrifying. I’d be lying if I didn’t say my heart rate spiked once or twice.

So, how did I decide if my safari was “good” or not? I simply looked out my car window. These are just a few my views from Kruger National Park, and for this very reason Kruger park wins hands down over Etosha.



cape town

My African Adventure: Cape Town Highlights

Cape Town is a city that expands far beyond its confined area of concrete buildings and paved roads. I often feel trapped in cities, but this one is different. Cape Town has its own pulse and heartbeat, its own history and voice. From the music that echoes throughout the V&A Waterfront, to the crazy nights on Long Street, to the personalities in Langa Township, there is never a dull moment awaiting you.

Throughout this trip I’ve been traveling with my dad, but a week stuck in a car with someone is a long time. Twenty-four hours a day with the old man. After living alone at college for the last two years then shifting back to this, I needed a break. So I took to The Backpack hostel on New Church Street in desperate need of some adventure and new friends. I was not disappointed.

Let me preface this with the fact that I do not plan anything whatsoever when I stay at a hostel. I have a general idea of things I’d like to do, but find that it’s impossible to stick to anything I attempt to put together. In a hostel, it’s not weird to go up to someone and say, “Hi, where are you from?” One thing leads to the next, and you’re ready to venture out into the world with this person you’ve known for only twenty minutes. It’s exciting and refreshing. After meeting new people, I typically end up tagging along for whatever they’re doing. Instead of saying, “No, I have plans to go and do this alone,” I just ride with whatever comes along. Great things can happen when you don’t plan.

My first afternoon at The Backpack was, unplanned of course, spent strolling along the V&A Waterfront, wandering in and out of shops. Immediately upon walking back into the parking lot of The Backpack, my other new friend, who is also named Sophie, was literally getting into a car to go and climb Lion’s Head Mountain. Naturally, I got an invite to join. The timing couldn’t have been better if I had tried. So I hopped in the car and along we went. I was pretty ill prepared, thinking for some reason this place would be more of a hill than a mountain. As we climbed higher and higher, it became clear this was not what I signed up for. Did I mention I hate heights? Honestly, if I had planned this one out, I very well may have not gone at all. After grasping every rock for dear life and doing my best not to look down, we finally made it to the top. The view was nothing short of spectacular.


From that moment on, I knew Cape Town held nothing but great things in store. The rest of my stay at The Backpack includes spontaneous visits to the aquarium, a few nights out on the infamous Long Street, playing with puppies, and more. Even on a different continent filled with strange and foreign animals, I always flock back to puppies.


A large question regarding Cape Town is not necessarily in the great things that it holds, but in its safety. As a young, female traveler, I did my due research, and was slightly alarmed at the potential dangers that await if you’re not careful. I was told not to go into the city bowl on Sundays because less people are around. Be careful what you carry, there’s a lot of pick pockets and thieves. Don’t go out alone at night. If you carry a bag, always keep a hand on it. One guy I met at the hostel was even held at knife point and told to give over his phone, an occurrence that isn’t uncommon in Cape Town. Wandering around the streets, I stumbled upon a hostage situation at Cash City. They sent in a SWAT team and everything. I felt like I was reporting live at the scene. From what I heard afterwards, no one was hurt. Every city has its dangers, from New York to London, but it’s questionable as to whether they parallel those of Cape Town.

The second half of my experience in Cape Town was spent with some old family friends. Instead of staying in the heart of the city bowl, we were closer to the western side of the Cape. The last time they saw me was during my tomboy phase, so I’d say I’ve stepped up in life since that time.


We did some of the typical tourist things, like Kirstenbosch gardens and the District Six Museum, both of which I would say are a must see. The boys also took me out to see my first ever rugby game, the Stormers vs. the Sunwolves. As an American, half of the game was spent asking and answering my questions. I’d say they were very patient with me but I’m sure the 4 to 5 beers they had during that time also helped.

The majority of the trip from that point on was a somewhat entertaining failure. We woke up at a hefty five in the morning to go cage diving, got out on the water, only to sit dry on the boat the entire time. Didn’t even put on a wetsuit. The wind was coming from the wrong direction, making the water extra rough and difficult to see sharks, so no cage for us. We were lucky enough to spot a few, but to be in the water with them would have been a whole different beast. We also went to climb the famous Table Mountain, something that is on the must-do checklist when visiting Cape Town, only to find out that the cable car wasn’t running that day. Without enough sunlight left to climb up the mountain and back down, we had to call it quits. Lion’s Head still makes up for it, at least in my books… It also gives me another reason to go back.

I’m no city girl, don’t get me wrong. To be stuck in a concrete jungle is not my forte, but there’s something about Cape Town that stole my heart. It’s a city that lives and breathes through its people and has the ability to produce the most unexpected, exciting moments. If I could do it over again, the only thing I would do differently is stay longer. Cape Town deserves more than a week. If you ever get the chance, don’t turn it down. And don’t forget to pack me in your suitcase, too.

hyena is south africa

My African Adventure: Satara Highlights

I like to call Satara the land of everything. As the second largest lodge in the park, I had my doubts, thinking there would be so many people around that the animals would be scared off. In fact, the exact opposite occurred. I learned that animals don’t see people within the cars, they simply see the car as one single moving object. For the exact reason that there are so many people at this camp, the animals have become accustomed to cars and therefore allow viewers to come much closer. Even closer than I was expecting…

We lined up to get out of the gates when they opened up at 6am only to find that there were already five cars in front of us! I was hoping more people would sleep in while they were on “vacation.” Guess not…

Driving down the road as the scenery around us shifted from silhouettes to dusted in gold took our breath away, but as a four-pawed feline waltzed onto the road, we understood the madness of waking up at 5:30 every morning to be the first out of the gates. Our new friend just so happened to be the ever-elusive leopard. Many a time we have asked park rangers, locals, and even guides for tips on looking for leopards, and all they ever did was smile and say something along the lines of, “You’ll need good placement, timing, but mostly a lot of luck.” One person even told us, “You don’t find the leopard, the leopard finds you.” So essentially, the stars had aligned in our favor and we stumbled upon a leopard just as it was crossing the road. Sadly, we have no pictures for this fellow, but it’s certainly hardwired into my memory forever.

Another friend we made includes this monkey, who effortlessly stole my heart.


From there, we encountered zebra, elephants, giraffes, Impala and Kudu (you’ll have to excuse my spelling on that one…), and more.


I had two big “lifers” today, or two things that I’m seeing for the first time, other than in the zoo. The first, I genuinely thought was a tree until it started to move. With its tall legs, awkwardly bulky body, and even longer neck, the ostrich was one that totally caught me off guard. Apparently, cars don’t scare this bird either, as it wandered across the road and even ran next to us for a few moments.


My next lifer was the one I had been waiting for, and also my self-proclaimed spirit animal due to the mane-like hair I used to have. (Shameless self promo: click here to see another blog of mine showing my crazy wig of hair and how it’s changed!) If you haven’t guessed it yet, this is my number one out of the big five: the lion. We had seen a few at a distance, but nothing like what was about to be witnessed. Driving past the hoard of cars, it wasn’t until we looked down rather than out that we realized we were right on top of the lions, literally. They were strewn across the dirt path, not even slightly bothered that cars were rolling by close enough to hear their panting. These furry felines looked sweet enough to cuddle with, but had deceptively killed a baby giraffe just hours before.


After so many incredible experiences at Satara, it was hard to say goodbye. Hopefully I can smuggle myself into someone’s suitcase and make my way back to Kruger.

kruger national park sign

My African Adventure: Berg-en-dal Highlights

I really had no idea what I was getting into when I signed up for this whole safari thing. Our first pit stop for two nights was Berg-en-dal, one of the southernmost camps inside of Kruger National Park. The gates to each camp has a strict opening and closing time policy for the safety of visitors, just in case a lion wanted a midnight snack. With that in mind, we were up at first light to leave the gates at 6am. College did not prepare me for such early mornings.

We had been driving for less than an hour when we rounded the corner and almost had a heart attack. Less than forty feet from the side of the road were two rhinos. I had seen them at the zoo before, but these suckers looked three times as large in real life, particularly when there’s no fence in-between their two ton bodies and our flimsy metal car. They were magnificent to see up close, but every time one made a swift movement we were reminded of just how strong and dangerous they could be. They could squish us like a kid stepping on a sand castle. As one of the Big Five, they are among the top five most dangerous animals, but man, do they make for a great picture.


Excitement brimming over, we couldn’t help but stop for every little thing, including Impala. These dainty creatures are very similar to deer, but with varying color schemes and different horns. As our brakes began to wear down every time they crossed the road, we soon realized impalas are just about as common as deer are in New Jersey. Still spectacular, none the less. There may be dozens of them in a heard, but they seem to move as one single unit, simultaneously flinching as we drove past or made any kind of noise.  I got these two shots as my dad sneezed from inside the car. Imagine coming home past curfew and having these twenty sets of eyes on you.


It turns out that being amped up for so long will take its toll. Before I knew it, we had pulled over on a smaller dirt road and I was out for the count. Stone cold. You couldn’t wake me even if you dumped a bucket of river water on my head. Dad was off staring out the car window into his land of birds, nothing unexpected. From my deep land of deep sleep, a crunching noise back in the real world began to stir me. Out of my abyss I came, and the steady crunching noise grew louder. As I glanced to my left, a herd of at least 6 gargantuan elephants was making a beeline towards us with no room to spare. Bird man was oblivious until I slapped him on the arm and he put down the binoculars, instantly punching the gas and speeding away just as an elephant put its foot down where our car had been. As we pulled farther up the road, we came across a watering hole, and soon after arrived the herd of elephants. We had been directly in the way. Having escaped unscathed, we thought it one of the best moments of the trip.

Just a few minutes before a man had warned us of elephants heading our way, but we didn’t think he meant directly towards us! Next time I suppose we should take advice more literally…

Bergendal, SA

To any concerned friends or family members that may be reading this, the park is very safe, but we just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, not paying attention. Don’t worry, we certainly learned our lesson. But just to comfort you, here’s a picture of a cute monkey.

dad and i in africa

My African Adventure: Take Off

After a semester of taking an extra class at college and working with my dad around the clock when I got home, my passport was convulsing its way out of my bag. The time to leave could not come soon enough. We whirled around the house like that tornado character from the Looney Toons, fixing and cleaning and moving things to get out in time to make our flight.

Before my sister, Sammy, took off on her grandeur trip around Europe, my dad and I had a layover in London and decided to meet up with her. Dad tried to tag along for the walk but just couldn’t keep up with us. He came to resemble a dead corpse in the grass as he slept, occasionally snoring, confirming to concerned onlookers that he was, indeed, alive and breathing.


Impatiently sitting through a ten-hour flight and then a four-hour drive, we finally arrive to Kruger National Park in South Africa. For the last hour of light, we drove through the golden brush as the sun slipped behind the hills, and I urged my dad to stop approximately every two minutes to “Look at that giraffe,” “Stoooooop the car, that’s an elephant in front of us,” or propose a conspiracy theory: “Did you drop us into an episode of National Geographic?”

I could probably post 200 photos from that sixty-minute drive, but I’m really going to implement some self-restraint here… but only because it will certainly dwindle later, if not in the next twenty-four hours. So, here’s an elephant. One, single elephant… For now.