Almost every winter school holiday that I can remember, my parents would pack up the camping gear and take us to the game reserve. I know that my appreciation for nature and my love of wildlife was fostered during those July weeks, when the days were warmed by the sun and the nights were sometimes unbelievably cold.
Having moved to Canada, I knew that I had to introduce my Canadian-born daughter to the African bush. She was just 4 years old, the first time we took her to Hluhluwe, a game reserve in South Africa’s Kwa-Zulu Natal region.
I had arranged for a second vehicle, so I could take her back to the lodge for a swim and the other family members could carry on game viewing. After lunch the two of us were heading back, when we came across a water hole. There we spotted 2 rhinos wallowing in the mud and were amused by shenanigans of the Vervet monkeys playing in the trees. After sitting in the blazing sun for a while, I was ready to move on. Not so my daughter! She had spotted some Zebras, who were cautiously coming down for a drink. They were followed by a few wildebeest and other small game. I could see the wonder and fascination in her eyes, and today I know that this was the moment that inspired the direction her life would take.