Are you sure there aren't wild kangaroos in the Waterberg?
Camper Alexander Kinmont is surprised by sorts of the things that rustle in the night in the Marakele National Park
It was late August. My boyfriend and I were camping at the small Marakele National Park in Limpopo's Waterberg mountain range. The last of winter's chill had grudgingly subsided, leaving our campsite dry and surrounded by spindly, ash-coloured trees.
The air was sticky with heat when we arrived, and as we put up the tent with dust clinging to our fingers and palms, the familiar clicking and ticking of the bush welcomed us for the weekend. We had driven around the open camping area several times looking for the perfect place to pitch our tent. We were very unimpressed with the wrinkly man and his beer-belly for hogging two spots on the border, and we had an awkward stare-down with a large family, whose tents were spilling into the vacancy next to them...