All my bags are packed and I’m ready to go… Wednesday night I’m camping in the driveway. Plugged in to have heat because it’s cold in Yarnell at 5000 feet.
Rained most of the day so I loaded between the drops. And also waded in the lake outside the 5th-wheel.
Did have a little color to sunset so maybe tomorrow will be a clear dry day. I sure hope so.
Because I’m heading south tomorrow. Destination unsure.
Ever dream of your very own private Roman bath? Just imagine soaking in natural hot water in a tub the size of a Smart Car. Although I soaked alone, this bath is large enough for a romantic couple, or four very cozy friends.
I stayed at Warmwaterberg Spa before in a Timber Chalet and loved the place so much I wanted to show it to Joan during our journey around South Africa.
This time we stayed in the 1908 built Main house which turned out to be two rooms plus our own private Roman bath. Shared toilet room is just down the hall.
Joan chose the room with the bunk beds and kitchen because she’s up before dawn making coffee. I think her main complaint was bumping her head multiple times on the upper bunk board.
I had my own room next door furnished with old Dutch furniture and a very comfortable bed which I truly appreciated after tent camping for over a month.
Only two other couples shared the 5-unit building during our two night stay. Wanted to book three nights but our rooms weren’t available for the third.
Our first night the owner, Pierre, invited us to his historic home for dinner. I’d met him during my first stay in 2013. We met his fiancé and son. I learned to drink Muscadel that night while waiting for the braai (BBQ).
The next morning we walked a short trail on the property and photographed an amazing variety of succulent plants found in this Karoo environment. Joan went back out later for even more photos.
While I luxuriated in the private Roman bath.
The second night we went to the Lapa/restaurant because I had a desire for Karoo lamb for dinner plus look at all those vegetables. Such a huge serving I had it for lunch the next day as well.
The Spa has two public warm water outdoor pools and a cool pool.
Accommodations vary from the Main house where we stayed, Bath House with two bedrooms, 1, 2, and 3 bedroom Timber chalets, caravans (small trailers) and camping sites. Limited groceries are available along with a bottle store for a cold brew or bottle of wine.
Warmwaterberg Spa is located along the R62 wine route between Oudtshoorn and Montagu. Plus just down the road is Ronnies Sex Shop, a bar and restaurant.
If you like to soak in hot water and enjoy a peaceful country atmosphere then pamper yourself with a private Roman bath at Warmwaterberg Spa.
OK, so now I’ve replaced the stolen laptop and needed to also replace photos so we returned to Kruger National Park on Thursday.
Drove in pouring rain through the gate and wondered if we’d see any animals through the streaked and foggy windows. Even thought about getting a chalet for the night instead of setting up the tent. But when we got close to Lower Sabie Camp it quit raining, and besides the chalet would have cost us almost $100 compared to $15 to camp.
Set up in the same site we stayed in only about one week ago under threatening skies with thunder booming and barely got done before the sky opened and I scurried into the tent. Joan has a bed set up in the back of her pickup.
Wasn’t long before it quit raining once again and we drove out under still gray sky watching a huge dark bank of clouds sailing towards us.
First sighting, my favorite, an elephant.
This European Roller looked at us as though we were crazy being out in such inclement weather.
So did this Glossy Starling.
And this Red-billed Hornbill. A day for birds.
All this heavy rain makes for lots of mud. Barely a day for man or beast.
We parked under a tree for a bit to wait out more rain and when it stopped once again the scene became still, hot and humid.
A good time for a nap for some.
And play for others.
But it wasn’t long before setting sun told us to get back to camp. It feels good to be back in Kruger, like coming home.