After our great kuier vir Monica we are on our way to two camping nights, starting with Die Bosvarkie in the outskirts of Calitzdorp. A peculiar mixture of campsite, pub with loud accompanying music, and farmland with springbokkies, sheep, and more.
Calitzdorp by the way claims to be the port wine capital of South Africa, but we have to skip that cause we already have to get quite a bit of desert wine past the border.
Like a huge ostrich herd. While we were awake part of the night because a farmer decided to plough or so just behind our tents, the ostriches seem well rested and ready to go. We did have some fun during breakfast by inventing wild stories about why someone would plough in the dark...
What’s in the pot? No ostrich steak, that’s for sure, but one of Bram’s secret 'beer and ...' mixtures.
Guess the ostriches are just to big for the poor cats; they have to make do with spill overs from the camper’s braai.
Ostriches are famous for eating everything. Actually they just have to make up for their lacking teeth. They swallow pebbles that act as gastroliths (stomach stones) to grind food in the gizzard (a specialized stomach constructed of thick, muscular walls that is used for grinding up food). An adult Ostrich carries about 1 kilogram of stones in its stomach!
A flock of African Sacred Ibis (more about these birds). Sacred because in ancient Egypt they were revered and often mummified as a symbol of the god Thoth.
On our way again. There is a tiny little problem with the starter engine – sometimes it works, sometimes it needs to be smashed with a hammer to start starting, sometimes – anyway, it’s safer to always park the car facing downhill. As well we are in a hilly region...
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