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19 mars 2024
On a sweltering January morning, under a deep blue near cloudless sky, I made my way through the entrance gate for False Bay and into the iSimangaliso Wetland Park. My plans had changed as I intended to drive to my destination but an email from the lodge I was heading to offered me a ferry transfer. Following the directions, as per my email, I found the car park from where the ferry would pick me up. I stood on the shoreline of the great St Lucia Lake gazing out across the vast expanse of water wondering from where my ride would appear. Right on time it appeared in the distance and cruised towards me. After exchanging some polite waves with the crew, the ferry turned and reversed right up to me before coming to a halt on the shallow lake’s edge. I was not sure what to expect when I was invited to travel by ferry. The last ferry I had been was to the Isle of Wight, here at home in England, along with hundreds of other people. This was a far more personal experience, as this ferry, captained by Vincent, joined by assistant lodge manager Sebeh and chef Diego, only had seating for around a dozen people. There were seats indoors, on the stern of the boat and on the roof. I tested all three seating areas during the forty-minute transfer. From the ferry you get amazing views of the lake and its lush green vegetated surrounds. There are beaches, rocky shores, dunes and thick bush. And if you are lucky you will get to spot hippos, Nile crocodiles, or some of the abundant bird life, from African fish eagles to flamingos, that reside here in the World Heritage Site, iSimangaliso Wetland Park. I must mention as well that Diego, a real bonus and surprise, served up a basket meal lunch of fried chicken, samosas, meatballs in a sweet spicy sauce and chips. As Vincent slowed the boat’s engines the lodge jetty and moorings came into view looking up. beyond our mooring, sat Nibela Lake Lodge, beautifully nestled into the natural coastal forest. To the African beats softly playing over the ferry sound system, which reminded me of the music of the late great Johnny Clegg, Sebeh departed, or rather danced, her way from bow to jetty. Then all eyes on me. I moved my feet and arms to the sounds in my head but not those of the music coming from the sound system. Even in the loosest sense of the word this was not dancing. But this set a good tone as Nibela is as much about fun as it is about getting away from it all and total relaxation. This is a place that can be whatever you want it to be. After checking in the fun continued. This fun was a first for me and all ‘firsts’ get a mention in my articles. I was a little apprehensive about the afternoon’s excursion, but I can honestly say it was fun and a great experience. Quad biking was never something I had ever considered but after a lesson, from guide Sipho, which included some riding tips, do’s and don’ts and basic safety we were off. Sipho led the way, followed by myself and Sebeh, through the lodge gates and out on
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