Another morning brought another pre-dawn wake-up call, and another surprise: Rare African wild dogs, an endangered species with only four remaining populations in Africa, one of which is in Kruger.
The painted dogs were beautiful, but can anything beat the cuteness of a baby giraffe who thinks you can't see him?
Later, more lions and some wildebeest, though -- lucky for the wildebeest -- not at the same time.
That afternoon, we joined one of the rangers on a nature walk around the Arathusa property.
I won't lie: I think I'd rather have seen a rabid wild dog than this giant termite mound . . .
And whatever the heck this is.
Our last evening safari didn't disappoint: We saw leopards and zebras; Angel got to ride back to the lodge in the tracker seat; and one of us went, well, full bush.
Our last dinner under the boma was a celebration of food, wine, and the friends we'd made along the way.
We were scheduled for one last morning game drive before checking out. It started out a bit drizzly, so we donned a couple of oversized rain ponchos and headed off into the bush.
Eventually the drizzle changed over to a much-needed heavy rain, and we returned to the lodge, chilly and soaked, for a fireside breakfast.
I told you we were roughing it out there.
Next up, a week in Cape Town, one of the most over-the-top cities we've ever visited. Because looking like a dizzyingly beautiful combination of Santa Barbara, Tuscany, and Aspen isn't enough; Cape Town also has a food scene like New York City; a vibe like Southern California; a design sensibility like Paris; world-class wines like Napa Valley. . . and PENGUINS.