Bones, Branches, and a Lemur

Winter in the southern hemisphere gets down to the brass tacks of nature. The cold in Swaziland isn’t too harsh, but dry fields burn bright orange as wild fires blaze, scorching the earth to regenerate the soil.  Leaves are brittle and dry. Roads are dusty. Winds howl through the naked trees.

The heater in our old Landy works pretty well. It was not love at first sight, driving this old beast, but she has become a symbol of road trips and African adventure for our family. We recently journeyed to Ndlovu camp in Hlane Royal National Park. It has no electricity in its thatched huts called rondavels.  When you check in to get your key (that has no door number, just the name “Big Hut,” ) you see bones and skulls displayed of hippos, crocodiles, deer, and lions.

As we settled in, the late afternoon sun waIMG_0682s setting behind brambles, the light resembling stained glass. Encroaching darkness cast elephant-sized shadows all around, diminishing the details of our ambient room. A woman came by to light our kerosene lamps.Nightjars called, and a bright white crescent appeared with a billion sparkling stars. A bare tree, starkly silhouetted against the moon-lit  sky, had branches dotted with so many stars that they looked like snow flakes.

IMG_0759In the absence of electricity was a gorgeous quiet; no usual house hums of fridge or gadgets. It was so silent, in fact, that I heard a faint ringing in my ears.

I piled on the blankets and read a book by flashlight.

Close to midnight, there was rustling in the living room. I walked toward the noise with a lamp and saw a wild cat staring at me with big ears, a long, ringed tail, and spots. This was no kitty cat. I sort of scream-whispered, “Brad, wake up! There is a wild cat in here with spots!”…(One of those sentences in life you think you’ll never say) . “What IS IT?” Will it bite the baby?!“ is all I could squeak out.

After some harried discussion, we decided there was a lemur in our rondavel. (Techinically, this animal is called a genet, as we later learned). As my husband says, he “thought when we closed the door to our hut, we were keeping the wildlife out.”

In the end, our furry visitor was harmless and crept his way back out into the night through a hole in our thatched roof.  And the rondavel was peaceful once again.

Be Illumined this month, and may nothing dim your light,



6 thoughts on “Bones, Branches, and a Lemur

  1. Such amazing memories and unexpected adventures! Look forward to reading more soon. The pictures conjure a thousand possibilities of distant memories and what could be. Wonderful to look through. Thank you!


    • Thank you, Christina. I wish you were able to share this experience with me, but save up for Cairo and visit us! Look forward to seeing you in GA over the holidays. We will be at Mama’s from mid Nov-Dec. Much love to you and the boys, Tracy


  2. Hi Tracy,
    Lovely surprise to hear from you and about your and your family’s doings! Do keep all your writings and wonderful photos – which I assume you took. You are the embodiment of “Carpe Diem” – an inspiration to us all. You can put it all in a book – which would be enjoyed by many, I am sure.

    Tracy, I do not know what to enter in the space – “website”. What should I put there? Looking forward to more of your news.
    Meanwhile, joy and blessings to you and yours. Greetings to your mother.




    • Ursula, I am so happy you are enjoying the blog! This has been a fulfilling adventure for me, learning about photography and sharing journal writing and our experiences here. Thank you for reading my posts. big hugs to you, and safe journey on your travels. Love, Tracy


  3. What a fright! Were you warned about visitors? It sounds like this one was mostly
    curious, thank goodness. That’s a gripping story and a good one to tell Ramsay
    when he grows up.

    I love the picture of the tree and the moon and stars… reminds me of an African
    flag I have from Ghana with a constellation and crescent moon and a menorah.

    Love, Pat


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