Monday 1 June 2020

I AM A PLAYER!


I am a 43 year old white African male from Pretoria, South Africa. I have been under “lockdown” since March and without any tourism clients since February.  But I played the game. Usually I write about my experiences in the wild with tourists from around the globe but today I will write about my experience as part of a team.

“O here we go again” you might think. “Another sad story and financial victim of COVID-19!” But no this is not about me nor my age the colour of my skin or where I am from! This is about the game of life and more importantly human life.

As if the COVID virus was not enough to deal with we as humans made our current situation even more difficult by dragging racism back into our world too. First in our beloved South Africa where government allocated COVID Relief grands according to your company’s Black Empowerment status and now recently the horrible death of George Floyd in the USA.

In South Africa we are a sport crazy nation especially when it comes to the game of rugby. Now I might not support rival teams when they play against our local team, the Blue Bulls from Pretoria. I might not agree on the way they play the game or the way they won or lost the match. I will often get upset and emotional when they are better at how they play the game and the way the other team benefited from some decisions made by the referee on the day. But at the end when the final whistle is blown and one reflect back on the game we all respect and love the same game of rugby. We will return to our television sets and stadiums as friends or supporters no matter what happened the week before. Not because we necessarily agree on the rules but because we all love the game.

Now for me the game of life is almost the same as the game of rugby. We will never agree on certain rules or decisions. We will never support the same things or walk off the field feeling the same as the other team that just won or lost the game.  We will leave the sport field of life with different types and levels of scars but if we do not participate in the game and give it our all we will never be able to sit back and give advice to future players of the game of life based on our own experiences.

No rugby player reached the top in his sporting carrier without failure, set backs and disappointment. No world cup trophy was lifted without tears, sweat and sacrifice. As a team the Springboks decided that they will win the Rugby World Cup of 2019 years before the first ticket was sold to the opening match of that event in Japan. They had a goal they had a vision and they had a dream. Not as a white player or a black player or an individual but as a team. Each one had a role to play and each one knew they will not be able to do this without the support and insurance of the player next to him.

In our human team in the biggest game on earth we need team mates around us to reach our goals. You need the insurance that your team mate will be there at the right place at the right time to pick up the ball when you dropped it. We need to realise that our skills alone will not be enough to end this game in victory.  Just as in rugby team everybody can not run equally as fast or jump equally as high but together they can reach a common goal without the skills they might lack.

You can either give it your all during this match on earth and walk off the field knowing that you left everything you had on that field or you can be a spectator trying in vane to change the outcome of the match from the pavilion. Choose your team mates carefully and make use of your bible as your sporting manual, have long team talks in the form of prayer and remember you have already been carefully selected as part of the team by our Coach – GOD.


#BeTheDifference


Photo by: Evotia Tamua

Monday 25 May 2020

TRAVELLING WITH ITALIANS.


It was 5am on a Monday morning. I was only 24 years of age and ready to start only my second overland safari of my career. The Johannesburg International Airport  now OR Tambo airport, was getting ready for another day of activity. By the time my five new female clients from Italy approached me I was standing all by myself with the welcome sign in my hand.

I started by introducing myself to the obviously tired looking ladies but before I could finish I was informed that one of the ladies lost part of her luggage. I offered to go and look for it at the lost luggage department but was quickly informed that if I do not mind her not waring any underwear during the next seven days we could depart for Kruger National Park as they were excited to start their adventure.

The five soon made themselves comfortable in our vehicle and enjoyed their beauty sleep until we reached the town of Belfast in Mpumalanga Province. After a quick coffee and bathroom brake we were back on the road. Then came the question: “Is there a place nearby where we can purchase alcohol?”
There are in dead, I replied, but it is 8:30 in the morning? We did not ask you for the time one of the ladies replied, we would like something stronger than coffee to drink please. We pulled into the small town of Machadodorp just as the shops was about to open and like 5 international athletes my guests disappeared into the nearest liquor store.

After what felt like for ever they reappeared clinging on to a one litter bottle of Russian Vodka and a five litter orange juice. Climbing into the vehicle they had a discussion with one another in their native language and shortly after two of them disappeared again into the same liquor store.
On the arrival of the two ladies back at the vehicle I caught a glimpse of another one litter bottle of Vodka joining us on our adventure. Like true barmen or in this case bar ladies they managed to open the first bottle and was pouring themselves drinks in the moving vehicle without spilling a drop. Then another and of course another just for the sake of it. After the city of Nelspruit (2hours later) I felt something travelling over my shoulder landing on the dashboard of our vehicle followed by giggles. I picked it up and immediatley realised that it was woman’s underwear.

“So what am I suppose to do with this ladies”, I asked with a clear look of confusion and disbelieve on my face. “You need to guest who it belongs to” they replied in almost a hysteric tone of voice.
“Well it will not be yours”, pointing at the lady that lost her luggage, “as you would need yours for the next seven days.” Everybody laughed and our journey continued. Entering Kruger National Park brought a new wave of giggles, laughter  and excitement as they started to enjoy the amount of animals we were seeing and my explanations on some of the animals was often interrupted by the sound of another round of drinks being poured.

Arriving at our lodge I carried their luggage into their rooms and made sure they were comfortable and happy and as I was about to depart to my own accommodation I was asked where I will be sleeping.  I explained that I have a chalet on the other side of the camp they insisted that there was enough room for me to share accommodation with them and did not have to move so far away from them. As I did not know how to reply I just smiled, announced the time that we will meet for dinner and made sure to get out of there like the Road Runner leaving the Coyote behind.

After enjoying an incredible traditional dinner around the campfire we arrived back at their accommodation and I was invited in for a glass of wine. I was about to return to my room when they asked me how I will be getting back. I replied that I will use our vehicle and then immediately realised that the keys mysteriously disappeared. Without even looking for them I quickly said that I would walk back and with a lot of laughter the keys was handed to me by one of the ladies.

The next morning at 4:30 I knocked on the door of two of the ladies ready to hand them coffee and rusks just to be completely surprised by them opening the door naked. A plan of action was needed and needed NOW! I gathered the five ladies around a table in one of the chalets and I explained to them that we need to get a grip on this situation and if I am going to survive the next couple of days they will need to start behaving themselves in such a way that we can all enjoy our time in this magical place without any other magic interfering in my duties as their guide.

Eighteen years later I can now look back at those experiences and just smile.

#BeTheDifference





Wednesday 13 May 2020

COVID_19: THE VIRUS WE CAN CONTROL.

The most trending word on social media for 2020 will probably be COVID_19 . A virus like none other. A virus that became an epidemic and forced the economy of the world to its knees. The most spoked about topic; and according to many; conspiracy since the Kennedy assassination in 1963 or even the release of Nelson Mandela in 1990.

2020 will be remembered as a year where everything stopped. A year where so many lost everything and so many gained even more than usual. A year where more social media stars were created than movie stars. The year where you saw law obeying citizens in South Africa being locked up and criminals being released. The year where fuel became cheaper than pineapples and a year where masks became a compulsory fashion statement.

Now in this crazy new "normal" we see many people around the world turning against their governments and each other while subscribing to social media channels promoting that people should stand together. We see new politicians, scientist & influencers created out of plumbers, electricians, hairdressers and tour guides.

In reality the new normal became a terrifying place for most as we have no idea what is going to happen and when it is going to happen. As humans we are use to being in control and planned our days, weeks and year up to the last second. Around the globe masses are getting more restless and rallying to take to the streets to show their frustration, demanding answers and explanations.

Although I agree with some groups and strongly disagree with others. I have learned that none of this can be changed overnight. We created most of what is happening now ourselves giving too much power too some and too little credit to others. We create our own fear by reading and promoting false news and supporting wrong ideas. This is not a new trend as we did the same with the Y2K situation, also known as the millennium bug in the year 2000.

We follow movie and sport stars as if they were Gods and allow social media influencers to dictate what kind of clothes we buy or what music we listen to and even what we eat. We label people by the way they look or where the live and the vehicle they drive when in reallity non of this matters when  your time on earth is up and you are laid to rest in the same soil as the person standing next to you.

When did we lose the ability that was given to us to create and adapt and solve? In life you basically have two options. One you can sit back and let this virus control your life or you can get up and control the influence the virus will have on your life in the future. Maybe it is time to stop following and start leading. Stop waiting for something different and start being the difference.
 Let 2020 be known as the year when we were set free from outside influence and not the year that we were locked up as sheep.

#BeTheDifference



Tuesday 5 May 2020

HOW TO LIVE WITH COVID_19.


My story begins on the 6th of May 2020 and our 40th day in lock down. See in South Africa we are now on Level 4 that allows certain sectors of the economy to reopen and start their new “normal”  with masks and sanitizer being part of their new existence.

During any normal year I would be somewhere in the bush with clients surrounded by the beauty of God’s creation sharing my knowledge and love for the wildlife that only Africa can offer to any international or local visitor. I would get a sense of satisfaction & pride when I make the people smile and laugh telling them stories about the animals, birds and proud history of all Southern African tribes.

But not today. Today I am behind my laptop studying the art of social media and e-commerce online in an attempt; like many others in my industry; to start over until we can all travel again. 

For most of my fellow South Africans COVID_19 became a reality in the middle of March when our president addressed the nation closing some of our borders & asking everybody to stay home to improve social distancing. My reality looked a bit different as other countries before us starting putting the same measures in place at the end of February and therefore tourists stopped coming long before our own #Stay-at-home campaign started.

Although some clients understood the situation we all found ourselfs in and postponed, most cancelled and demanded refunds. It was during that time that I saw how irrelevant a long time business partnership really is as wealthy clients demanded in almost a rude manor that all their bookings are refunded immediately without any understanding of what is about to happen around the globe.

It was also during that same time where new friendships were formed and the first phone calls and e-mails of verbal support started and that is something I will treasure forever and realised that the amount of followers or friends will never compare to the quallity of your followers or friends.

The day before lock down we sat down with our domestic worker and explained to her what is going to happen and gave her not only her normal salary but also some money that we had extra for the time after that, as we did not know at that stage for how long this new unknown will last or what a huge impact it will have on all of us. You could see the fear on our domestic worker’s face as she clearly could not understand that us, that became part of her family is now asking her to stay away.

I obeyed by the laws by staying at home and started online interviews with different role-players and modern day influencers on social media to understand my current situation better. Then came the extension of our 21 day lock down but with that also some form of  hope for the future as our president announced a financial relief fund for the tourism industry. We as a industry became a bit less discouraged and although we knew our industry will be the last to open we tried to promote and stay visible while securing better deals and prices for all our future clients both domestic and international.

The first major set back came with the announcement of our local airline, South African airlines not being able to continue due to financial reasons. The final nail and the turning point for most was the announcement from our minister of the department of tourism that the financial relief that was promised by our president just a week before will firstly be available to companies that are owned and run by non-white Africans & women.

This announcement and the verdict of our local justice system to agree with her caused more harm for unity in our beloved country than any past action of the last 26 years could ever do. Many took to social media to make their anger and disagreements heard. It was at this time that I stopped being active on platforms like Facebook and only using it to encourage others during this time, to promote my company and starting my campaign of #BeTheDifference.

Now this campaign is not “trending” anywhere and probably never will but it was a decision for myself that I can either be part of the problem or part of the solution. 

In the next couple of days my garden worker gave me a call and the conversation started with “I am hungry sir”. I arranged to meet him the next morning and bring him some relief in the form of food but he advised me that I should meet him at a public place as it was not safe to enter his rural area with a vehicle full of food as there are so many others that had nothing to eat for days and might take that opportunity to attack my vehicle in a desperate need to get food.

We met as he instructed in a public place and as I handed him the food and masks and gloves for him and his wife and their child he began crying and this man that I have known for many years and stayed with me during my financial ups and downs broke down in front of me and made me realise that what ever problems I might be facing in the future will not come close to what others are experiencing out there at this moment.
I returned home to my family and a new appreciation on what we have and what we like so many others take for granted every day.

I continued with my #BeTheDifference campaign on social media platforms without anybody commenting anything on that specific hashtag and it felt like I did not make a difference. 

Then I received a phone call from my neighbours (A wonderful ethnic woman and her husband) She asked me to meet her outside as she had something to give to me. Once outside she handed me a bottle of red wine and as the selling of alcohol in South Africa is not allowed during stage 5 or 4 this was a big deal and more than just a friendly gestor as she could have kept it to herself for own consumption. We returned the favour with freshly baked cookies and before we knew it a couple of products were moved between our two households.

I do understand that I may never understand your personal situation or what you and your loved ones are going through. One thing I do know is that I am not naive about our current situation and take it very serious because of facts I gathered on what I can change and not on what is said to us through social media or our goverment but after I received the news yesterday that one of our long time clients passed away because of the COVID_19 virus I am more certain than ever that somebody need to read this and make a decition today with me on our road forward during this epidemic.

Today I have no idea what the future hold for me, my family, my business or my country but one thing I know now more than ever is that if we take responsibility for actions without the outside influence of media, social media or political propaganda and we stop complaining for one day about what we do not have or did not receive from people or organisations that we have no control over and start being the difference we want to see by finding a solution in your business, your relationship with your partner and your relationship with Christ we will be ok after all this has past and maybe just maybe you will find your smile again in the person that is fighting the same battle as you irregardless of his or her status, financial worth, number of followers and even background. 

#BeTheDifference



Thursday 16 April 2020

SURVIVING COVID_19 IN KRUGER NATIONAL PARK.


It is 4:30 am and I am sitting outside listening to Mother Africa waking up with a variety of different bird species talking to one another. The most amazing sunrise tells me it is the start of another perfect day in this magical place called Kruger National Park filled with opportunity and adventure.
This part of heaven on earth that I can proudly call my office for most of the year. A place where you come to lose yourself in the beauty of Mother Nature and replace the anxiety of the city with complete peace and silence. Giving you the same type of feeling as after your first morning session to the toilet after a night of over indulging on spicy food.

I take another sip of my black coffee while appreciating the fact that I am blessed to do the work I do. As I put another peace of wood on the fire and finish my first cigarette for the day I thank God for what I have and for what he enabled me to do. I think back to the many people from around the globe that I introduced to the magic of Kruger National Park over the last 17 years.

Each group or family unique; from different back grounds, gender and race but all leaving here with a part of Africa in their hearts. Planning to come back as soon as time and money will allow it. I made so many good friends because of this place and a big part of who I am is due to what this park has taught me. Every visit a unique experience with animal, reptile and bird behaviour changing from one day to the next.

Then the sound that I have been waiting for! The roar of a male lion vibrating through the air calling his mate announcing his presence and confirming his status as King of the jungle. It is at that exact moment when I hear my wife’s voice coming from our bedroom! “Francois turn down the stereo you will wake up our neighbours  and put out that stupid fire in the Weber we do not have enough wood to last us during the last part of lock down! It is 5am come get back into the house! You are in Pretoria  not the bush! Rember we still need to do the egg drinking challenge later today!”

COVID_19 affected all of us and for small businesses it is an uncertain time for survival. I will be back in the African bush but we do not know when. We as a company will survive and come out stronger but for that to happen we need to help one another even if it is just by sharing this story or liking a page or a word of encouragement.

For those of you that have been on tours with us we pray for all of you during these times and know that you will be back as soon as this is over but in the mean while if you feel like supporting us during these times by donating towards these stories I write, please follow the link to our PayPal channel and let us know you are still there for us too.

#StayAtHome




Wednesday 25 March 2020

CRIME IN KRUGER NATIONAL PARK

It is another perfect and peaceful Sunday afternoon in this magical place called Kruger National Park. I am woken up from my short and well deserved afternoon nap with the words many guide fear! “We have been robbed!”

 I follow my guest back to her chalet at a pace that remind me of the 8km Olympic walk and as I enter the chalet I find all their belongings scattered all over the room. Reminding me of my teenage daughter’s room just before a first date. Even the freezer was not left untouched by these monsters!

I immediately think back to the suspicious looking man staring at us from chalet number 45  could it be him?   Then I hear a noise coming from the bathroom! Wait there it is again! How arrogant of these savages still being here even with us nearby! I arm myself with Africa’s most dangerous weapon; a kitchen broom; convinced that I will bring down the South African crime rate by at least one percent today.

I slowly open the door hoping to maybe still catch this culprit off guard. I raise my weapon of mass destruction slowly, ready for any attack from his side.  It is then with more amazement than surprize that I stare deep into the eyes of the vervet monkey sitting in the corner of the shower enjoying the sandwiches we hand for lunch the day before and with that the little fellow decides to depart as if he is a government worker on a Friday afternoon, slowly climbing back out of the window that was left open by my guests. 

Friends during these challenging and difficult times for so many people around the globe it is good and very necessary for us to also laugh & look back at fun times during a safari. But today my heart and prayers go out to every tourist guide and ranger in South Africa. For most of them like myself there will be no income during the almost world wide lock down.

If you enjoyed all my stories over the last couple of months made possible by international clients visiting this amazing part of heaven on earth, keep on sharing them please and if you feel you want to support us getting through this uncertain time so we can create other stories like this to share please follow the COVID_19 support  fund link below to donate just 5$ via PayPal or if you would like to advertise your business on this page or on our Instagram page reaching more than 8000 people a week just drop us a e-mail.

We in the tourism industry in South Africa and all over the world will survive without a doubt and stand up stronger together & for my stories, I will keep on sharing for many years to come.

Stay safe, stay home & God bless all of us!

#lovemyjob 



Monday 9 March 2020

KRUGER NATIONAL PARK OR A CIRCUS?

The arrival doors at OR Tambo International airport finally opens & as hundreds of people rush trough; you start the guessing game trying to spot the family you are waiting for before they notice your printed sign with their names on it. Two twin boys are running towards me and I feel like a ice-cream salesman on the Durban beach during the school holidays.

Followed by their parents who clearly did not get much sleep on the 16 hour flight because of the two little terrorists they are travelling with. “Sir when are we going to see the elephants” are one of the first questions before I get to introduce myself. As I explain that they will have to wait till we get to Kruger National Park, I’m interrupted by my little friends telling me that Discovery channel showed that SouthAfrica has elephants! Eventually the dad takes control and we depart on our 5hour journey to paradise.

As we past the town of Middelburg we find a circus camping outside the city & the circus elephants are walking outside. The two boys immediately look at each other and ask if we are now in Kruger and the dad burst out in laughter. After what felt like 24hours travelling with the Minions of Despicable Me1, 2 and 3 we reach our destination. As we wait in line to enter they spot their first warthog and ask why Pumba is angry at Timon because they can not see him anywhere! It is at this stage that I realise that the peaceful atmosphere one can only experience in Kruger Park might change forever after these two enter the gates!

After a long day travelling we settle down in our camp for the night.
It is quiet in camp tonight like any other night in this magical place called Kruger National Park and our guests are enjoying the warmth of our camp fire as the temperature in July in South Africa is a lot lower compared to their home town in Texas at this time of year.

The two 6year old terrorists are kept busy by melting marshmallows in the flames. Earlier their mom excused herself from the fire and walked in to their chalet like a alcoholic on pay day comming from the local pub.

I was a bit surprized that one glass of wine had that immediate effect on somebody but did not want to bring this up in the conversation as her husband looked very embarrassed. Almost like a Springbok rugby supporter after the lost against Japan, so I tried my best to focus on our great lion and leopard sightings during the day.

After some time the husband excuse himself to check on his wife. He returns with a huge smile on his face that reminds me of our Mr. Zuma when pronouncing numbers during a public speech. He shows me the two bottles of tablets. One containing their malaria tablets taken every day on their tour and the other similar looking container filled with tranquilisers for the husband as he suffers from a fear of flying. That is when we realise in the dark, by mistake, his wife has taken the wrong tablets.