Survival Course South Africa
"When I was nine years old, my zoologist father secured a six-month secondment to research the then drought-stricken rivers of Kruger National Park. Looking back, I have only the vaguest memories of our drive from the Cape – a jam-packed VW Kombi, a stop in Grahamstown, a storm – but my first real memory is vivid: the frost-hard rugby eld of Laërskool Skukuza, a madhouse of skinny, bronzed rangers’ kids who could ping a tennis ball off your head at 20 metres.
Stingers was the game of choice that bright, crisp winter; we charged barefoot across the turf, pelting the hell out of each other, then walked home past hippos and giraffes to set scorpion traps or maybe chase some impala."
Extract from Back to basics, Getaway magazine, December 2017. —