Wilderness & Winelands
Updated: Feb 20
a pinnacle journey through the thickets and vines,
South Africa extends diversity in adventure and luxury
"The only man I envy is the man who has not yet been to
Africa, for he has so much to look forward to."
CHAPTER ONE: THE ALLURE
My neuroses is in full swing, as I find myself yet again at odds with the Achilles heel of my traveler existence. I’m doing it again; over-packing for any and every possible scenario. My suitcase can’t decide if I’m going to South Africa or the moon. Just in the nick of time, an envelope from Alluring Africa arrives at my door. Inside is a personalized spiral bound itinerary and travel companion, ideally compact for someone who already has too much stuff. The cover page inspires a moment of sheer excitement, boldly printed with my name, and designating my journey, “South Africa: Wilderness and Winelands”. Thoughtfully tailored in every respect, its 28 pages of contents include my schedule and transfer times down to the very minute, photographs of my accommodations, important contacts, maps, location specific travel tips, and A-Z information for everything from entry visa requirements to recommended reading to the weather. There’s a special section with a thorough packing list, and it’s as though this little pocket reference knows me where it underlines “do not over-pack.” I’ve never seen such a comprehensive presentation for any of my trips. Ordinarily, I get a loosely drafted itinerary in a PDF, and I’m often left doing a bit of guesswork as to how it will go. Then again, I’ve never worked with a safari outfitter before. I’m not sure if this is an industry standard, but up to this point, I have reason to believe that as a luxury tour operator, Alluring Africa has perfected the process.
I’d been communicating with Becca Fritz for several months now. Based in Florida where Alluring Africa’s office is located, she is among a small expert team spearheaded by its president and founder, Sunit Sanghrajka. We’d had many conversations since the seed of visiting South Africa had been implanted in my mind. She’s not just someone I’d venture to call a friend at this point; Becca is my trusty source of knowledge for all things pertaining to South Africa. I’d been to the second largest continent in the world only once before, but Uganda is worlds away from South Africa, and I’m a little out of my element. Fortunately it doesn’t really matter; as my point of contact, Becca makes me feel heard, really understanding my vision and desires for this journey, and squares away the rest. Sunit, a Kenya native that grew up in the safari business, and has been been recognized as a Top Travel Advisor by Travel + Leisure for six of the last seven years, remains an accessible presence as well, and I’m feeling confident about my upcoming adventure before its even begun.
As I am engrossed in my packet, the phone rings, and it’s Becca for our scheduled pre-departure call to go over the final itinerary and documents. As we recap the day-to-day events ahead, Becca offers keen insights into the places and regions I will see. As each member of the Alluring Africa team personally travels to various countries throughout Africa to scope out new experiences and gain firsthand knowledge that can’t be found online, she thinks of things I’d have never thought to ask, but will make a huge difference in the long haul. I have a few random questions of my own, which she happily addresses, but in this moment, I’m most of all grateful that she’s convinced me to unload my clunky hiking boots I’d brought on my gorilla trek last year. I won’t need them for safari in South Africa, and it’s saying a lot that I trust her enough to leave them behind. I don’t do that for just anyone. If there is a presence, however, to trust in this business, it’s Alluring Africa. For a team with 70 years of collective experience in the safari industry, if they tell me to leave the boots at home, well the boots left at home they shall be.
CHAPTER TWO: 19 HOURS AND 8,670 MILES TO GO
On-board South African Airways, I take notice to the plush surroundings of the aircraft. Noticeably roomier than most jetliners, my leggy body is quite relieved. I’m not a nervous flyer, but I don’t like to feel cramped either. My first look at South African hospitality, SAA’s crew and flight attendants are kind and accommodating throughout the direct flight from New York to Johannesburg. Amenity kits, charging ports, and a 10-inch screen with on-demand entertainment make the long-haul flight a cozy one. Business Class flyers arrive at their destination feeling pampered and rested, having slept like babies in flatbed seats.
As I waltz off the plane with a feeling of excitement for the journey ahead, I’m not quite there just yet. Right now I just need to contend with my luggage, move through immigration, and meet my transfer flight to Port Elizabeth. My itinerary clearly denotes that I will be met by a Menzies representative to assist me through immigration, customs formalities, and baggage collection, leaving no room for error, delay, or the unexpected. Just as it said he would, Meiki from Menzies awaits my arrival, dressed rather dapper if I may say, in a professional suit and tie, and sporting a smile. He welcomes me to South Africa, and asks me how my journey has been thus far. I begin to tell him about how excited I am to be here, but I stop dead in my tracks when I see the immigration line wrapped around Johannesburg Airport like an Indian python. I’m not worried per se, but I’m not exactly looking forward to this Six Flags Great Adventure of a line either. Now, I’m not exactly proud to be cutting the entire line thanks to Mieki taking the lead here, but I figure he’s just saved me a solid hour or more by taking the initiative, and I’m pretty grateful for it. We’re through it all in no time, and Meiki sees me to my departure gate, where I lounge for a bit prior to boarding with a nice cup of Jo’burg joe.
CHAPTER THREE: SHAMWARI PRIVATE GAME
RESERVE – EAGLES CRAG
Following a scenic hour’s drive to Eagles Crag at Shamwari Private Game Reserve, I’m met by the ultimate of wildlife at the gate entrance. A herd of elephants cross the path before me as I pull in to the majestic property, and already I can tell I’m in for quite a safari. Situated along the Eastern Cape, Shamwari may be less known to safari goers than say, Kruger National Park, but there’s a certain appeal in that. Seven uniquely luxurious five-star graded lodges and one explorer camp occupy the massive private reserve across 27 square miles of natural glory home to the coveted Big 5. The region holds a vastly different terrain than other parts of South Africa, with its evergreen vegetation, rocky cliffs, and awe-inspiring coastline. I’d come prepared and vaccinated, but Shamwari holds a major advantage over the northern country in that there is no malaria present. This is especially appealing to those looking to get pregnant anytime soon, or anyone who would rather forgo the anti-malarial pills and its pesky side effects.
The only way to properly describe the newly renovated Eagles Crag is to say that it is simply ridiculous. Ridiculously swank, that is. With just nine suites at this adults-only lodge, it is intimate, private, and utterly idyllic. The welcome I receive is warm and genuine, as I am made to feel like extended family in no time. Before making my way to my suite, which lays on the land like a private Malibu beach house, I am treated to a tapas lunch that sweeps the table like a feast fit for a gluttonous king. Pair that with an exquisite South African chardonnay, and I have arrived. When I finally mosey over to my private lodge, I begin to have serious doubts whether they’re going to be able to pry me away after three nights. It is a masterpiece of construction and design, possibly twice the size of my apartment back in New York. A massive plush bed, sofa and sitting room, desk space, washroom and vanity area, separate tub room, indoor/outdoor shower, private deck with a heated plunge pool, mini bar and Nespresso station, closets galore—it has it all. A Shamwari Safari Kit filled with goodies rests on my bed, and I feel so spoiled. From the exterior, uninterrupted views of the surrounding rock faces where eagles soar, takes my breath away. There’s a cruel irony in there being so much to explore at Shamwari, because there is no possible way to be everywhere at once.
After a few moments of gathering myself and unpacking my things, my telephone rings and it’s my ranger, David Fraser calling to invite me for afternoon tea and canapés followed by an evening safari game drive. I head on over to the open air lobby and partake in a cup of tea as Dave sees that our safari vehicle is stocked with warm blankets and bottles of water. There’s something I quickly learn about the South African climate- the temperature can drastically and noticeably rise and drop ten degrees in a matter of minutes. Layers are always a good idea, but those warm blankets tucked inside the vehicle’s chest are perfect for cozying on up as we roam about in search of wildlife.
The tiered seating of the 4x4 vehicle is comfortable as we drive about the expansive reserve, accessibly spotting families of giraffes, cheetahs, elephants, antelopes, tortoises, zebras, and herd jackals. Ranger Dave knows more about this place than I ever could imagine, holding vast knowledge about everything from the trees to the animals. His immense respect for all life forms brilliantly mirrors Shamwari’s philosophy of wildlife preservation. Merging a commitment to responsible tourism with luxurious adventure, Shamwari hits all of the marks. At the reserve, great efforts are taken in the form of task forces to ward off poachers, and numerous sanctuaries stand to protect endangered species. About two hours into the game drive, Dave locates a spectacular setting with panoramic views of the colorful sky hovering above. Atop the vehicle’s bonnet, a spread of light bites and refreshments decoratively adorn the surface, waiting to be enjoyed as we stare off into the romantic sunset.
Back to Eagles Crag with a little time to freshen up and enjoy cocktails by the bar, I’d worked up enough of an appetite to eagerly anticipate the evening’s culinary offerings. Multiple courses of flavorful cuisine are presented before me amidst the restaurant’s candlelight. The mood is serene and the surroundings lovely, but it is time for me to settle in for the night back at my lodge, as I have still to recalibrate my internal clock, and there is a 5am wake up call for tomorrow morning’s game drive. Upon returning to my suite, I am met with a detailed note card describing the next day’s events, weather forecast, turn down service, and a little trinket jar of lip balm beside my bed.
The next morning we meet again in the lobby just before 6am, eager to get our mitts on a cup of coffee, and light breakfast nibbles. At sunrise, we come in close encounters with elephants, zebras, lions, antelope, and giraffes. I learn more about the conservation efforts of this magnificent place, and pay a visit to the Wildlife Rehabilitation Center, where wild animals in need of medical care are brought in from all over Africa, with the intent to set them back free into the wild. I have done and seen so much before it’s even 9am, when I am treated to a breakfast spread of epic proportions. A station of assorted cheeses, croissants, breads, and fresh fruit complement an à la carte menu with items such as artisan pancakes, omelets, and everything in between. Most selections are familiar, but I appreciate the presence of regional African highlights as well.
After five or so game drives with Ranger Dave, it hits me that he meets every outing with the same enthusiastic energy and excitement like it’s his first time. He’s living his dream, and this translates into an unparalleled experience for his guests. One afternoon following a heavenly massage with Zodwa (whom I nickname “Queen” and in a half-kidding manner invite her to come live with me) at the Eagles Crag spa, I encounter the rarest of sightings in the wild: the coveted black rhino. I’d been hearing for some time now about its reclusive ways. An aggressive creature that can and does instill fear into the hearts of the bravest of rangers, it’s one animal to admire from a distance should the opportunity present itself. Dave had been telling us earlier in the day how he’d once hosted an enthusiastic guest who’d been on no less than 25 safaris, but had never been fortunate enough to see the black rhino. In what must have been equal parts good fortune and dedicated ranger spirit, Dave found us the unlikeliest of finds. Charged with adrenaline through my body as we look on at her fierce beauty, I have a moment of realization for how incredible life truly is. Reeling it all in, we drive off into the sunset and upon a cliff, where Eagles Crag staff had lovingly set up a beautiful gin bar and canapés against the mesmerizing horizon, just prior to a traditional Boma BBQ dinner back at the lodge.
For my last night at Shamwari, Ranger Dave joins me for dinner, and I am eager to hear more about his recent motorbike charity ride benefitting anti-poaching forces. I share a bit about myself too, capturing the places I’d been, and one story in particular surrounding a remote beach in Thailand and an impassioned chef. Back in 2017, I was enjoying a dimly lit romantic dinner in Hua Hin, when I’d been served an endless array of culinary offerings. One dish, while delightful, was an oversized gazpacho served with a spoon better suited for a dollhouse miniatures set, making it simply not possible for me to reasonably finish. The attentive Thai woman serving me had reported back to the kitchen that I did not enjoy the gazpacho, and the next thing I knew, the head chef came down the sandy beach, waving his chef knife, to confront me about my disdain for his soup. He was of course harmless, but it was a hilarious moment in retrospect- me sat there, scared out of my wits, trying my best to convince him, in spite of our language barriers, that I didn’t hate his soup. At some point during my meal with Dave, he’d planned the ultimate prank on me with the kitchen staff, ensuring that when I’d eventually reached the point that I could not eat another bite, the chef would make his due entrance. “So, I hear you don’t like my food…” the chef calls out, barely able to keep a straight face. I burst out in a fit of laughter, thoroughly amused by this legendary reenactment of my episode in Thailand. More than just a convivial moment tailored to my personal escapades, it was a fine illustration of the Shamwari spirit; fun, warm, personalized, and in spite of all its luxuries, doesn’t take itself too seriously.
CHAPTER FOUR: LA CLÉ DES MONTAGNES, FRANSCHHOEK
An early departure from Shamwari invites a new and vastly different scenery to traverse in the Cape Winelands. I’d hopped on a quick and comfortable flight to Cape Town and been faithfully met by my tour guide, whom for the purposes of this story, I’ll call Jana. Jana is a lovely and knowledgeable woman that has dedicated her years to sharing her adoration for the Cape region with tourists seeking an insider’s perspective. That said, something between us just didn’t click. Perhaps all the excitement over the last few days was catching up with me, and I was being a bit too sensitive, but the dynamic between us wasn’t quite right. As hard as I’d tried to decide what or why that was, I couldn’t quite place my finger on it, and it was an unfamiliar feeling for me. Something about Jana was driving me crazy, and it was around the time we’d pulled into the picturesque town of Franschhoek that I’d reached the conclusion not another moment could be shared with this woman. I’d wrestled with whether to say something to Becca from Alluring Africa, whom had been keeping a comfortable degree of contact with me from back in the United States, ensuring that all was well and expectations were being met. I didn’t want to appear difficult or unreasonable, as Jana was by no means a horror show of a guide. Upon the time I’d pulled up to La Clé des Montagnes, the dreamiest villa in the most tranquil setting I’d ever seen, I knew Jana had to go. I looked around me, and I saw a place I’d like to retire someday. Life, and more specifically this trip, was too short not to enjoy it to the fullest. I’d popped a quick email over to Becca, and she’d handled the Jana situation for me like a pro. No awkward break-ups (“Sorry Jana, but I’d very much like to never see or speak with you again…”), no further explanation necessary. It just wasn’t right, and my trusty advisor from Alluring Africa simply understood. For all of my time going forward, I’d not have to worry about my company, and I’d been so relieved that someone had my back in real time.
With acres of scenic vineyards and plum orchards sweeping the land, Franschhoek is a sleepy town with boundless charm. At La Clé, a luxury country style estate amidst the vines awaits. A crystal pool, lush gardens, stately vineyards, exquisite furnishings, and scrumptious little bites all about, make up the fully staffed yet quiet hidden gem of a home. The grounds are arresting with ethereal beauty, extending the most elegant accommodations for an intimate wedding and honeymoon alike. Charming in its fixtures and accents, it is also piqued with modern delights, where even a helipad encompasses the expansive property. Soft classical music softens my mood and brings me back to harmony, as the gentle breeze from the open door to my secluded terrace offers an aromatic touch of fresh air. With a fine bottle of wine from a nearby vineyard, I take this opportunity to unwind in my rustic abode and simply be present in the moment. La Clé reads like a Garden of Eden; it is impossibly calming and breathtaking beyond belief. My accommodation in the Manoir Garden Suite is colossal, and as I’d been welcomed in, the staff lovingly does all they can to see that I feel made at home. Beside my bedroom is a grand dressing room almost mirroring its size. I give up trying to quantify the number of dressers and drawers amassing the wardrobe walls. A challenge to many of its guests, as it so happens, is to place one item in each nook of the dressing quarters, but I can see from the start this would be a hard-pressed feat. Even an over-packer such as myself didn’t have enough to fill this room.
An oversized bath gets the evening off to an optimal start before my kind hosts deliver me to Maison, a local restaurant with just the right amount of trendy in its atmosphere. After a hearty tapas dinner, I return back to the villa, and sleep like a baby for nearly eleven hours until a sensational aroma of coffee, pastries, and an array of heavenly breakfast offerings creep beneath my bedroom door from the dining room. Much the way I imagine the Queen eats breakfast at her country home, I sit before a long wooded farmhouse table, with nothing and no one but the serene setting surrounding me. I wish every morning could beget a peace such as this.
As promised, Jana 2.0 a.k.a. James from Wildnerness Safaris, emerges on the property, and we head out to enjoy our Saturday plans of wine tastings around Franscchoek, and a coveted lunch reservation at Babel on Babylonstoren, where free roaming peacocks and turkeys live in harmony among its farm and gardens. Exclusively serving ingredients sourced right from its property, Babel encompasses a rustic chic vibe, and in a sense, makes Blue Hill look like a Burger King. Every bite is remarkably fresh, as though it was just picked from the ground, and it is truly a sensational afternoon of dining and leisurely strolls.
CHAPTER FIVE: DELAIRE GRAFF ESTATE, STELLENBOSCH
Nestled between the majestic mountains and overlooking the Stellenbosch valley, Delaire Graff Estate sparkles like the diamonds associated with the prestigious Graff name. Where the grounds appear to be right out of a Bob Ross painting, the lodges extend a striking sanctuary in the form of an ultimate escape. An oversized bed dressed with the finest linens, marble bathrooms furnished with an indulgent array of beauty products, and a spacious sitting room sweep the space. Moreover, my lodge is equipped with a generously stocked kitchen and mountain-facing private plunge pool. No amenity or convenience here is overlooked, and I don’t see how any accommodation could compete with its luxury. Heated floors, Bose stereo, enviable closets, even a smart toilet- the discoveries are seemingly never-ending. Around the time I’d been ready to jump up and down on my bed like an excited little girl, my doorbell rings, and it is a welcoming gift from Delaire Graff: a soaring floral arrangement and a chilled bottle of brut champagne from the very grounds I stand on. What a time and place to be alive. Admiring the fauna and bubbles, I bask in this moment of contemporary living before talking a walk about the grounds, and countless pictures among the chardonnay vines. Another surprise awaits me, and it’s a gift that trails back to Becca and my friends at Alluring Africa in the United States. Treated to a one-hour aromatherapy massage at Delaire Graff Spa, I’ve never felt so whole in mind, body, and spirit. I cannot get over the generosity of the Alluring Africa team and the way they never cease to amaze me. I must have done something mighty right in a prior life to be treated with such care.
As evening approaches, I take time to stroll the property, perusing its art installations, koi ponds, and 22-meter infinity pool, before arriving for my reservation at Graff’s on-site Asian fusion restaurant at Indochine. I’d had the option of ordering à la carte, but opt for the chef’s tasting menu with wine pairings, despite my initial hesitance as I’m not an adventurous seafood eater, and there are species on the menu I don’t recognize by name. I am so glad I’d taken the risk here. Not a speck of anything was left on my plate from any of the seven courses I’d devoured. Delightful notes of ginger and flavorful herbs from the estate’s greenhouse explode my taste buds with unwavering exhilaration. Never in my life did I imagine I would take such pleasure in a smoked snoek takoyaki, but let me tell you, Chef Virgil Kahn and his culinary team are a band of savory geniuses. Turning tapas into an art form, the evocative fine dining theatre at Indochine is an absolute must when in Stellenbosch. As the combination of Maritime and mountain presents an ideal atmosphere for its grapes, the award-winning Delaire Graff wines benefit from the cool Atlantic sea breeze washing over its steeply sloping vineyards, giving off a rich intensity of fruit. The final harvest begets an irresistible and elegantly balanced portfolio of wines, bringing the dining experience full circle atop the Botmaskop Mountain peak.
CHAPTER SIX: ELLERMAN HOUSE, CAPE TOWN
As much as I’d love to stay another day or lifetime at Delaire Graff Estate, the time has come to head back to Cape Town for another luscious day of pampering, this time at the ultra exclusive Ellerman House. I’d been getting a lot of “ooh”s and “aah”s whenever someone hears of my impending stay at the illustrious mansion overlooking the cape. Quite possibly known as the finest boutique hotel in all of South Africa, I wondered how much greater this trip could realistically get. Pulling up to the prime elevated location of Ellerman House, there’s a feeling about it that parlays a sense that this is a place for the really important. It is not the sort of hotel that one can just roam in and linger at the lobby; it proudly stands to protect the privacy and exclusivity of its guests, and that begins at the front door.
Once a private estate, this Cape Edwardian-style mansion features 13 rooms and suites and two ultra modern villas, encapsulating the grandeur of a bygone era while embracing life’s creature comforts. Benchmarking excellence in service, luxury, and refined living in Cape Town, Ellerman House hovers above the Atlantic in Bantry Bay, with spectacular views of Lion’s Head. Paired with sweeping manicured grounds, sparkling pool, quaint interior fixtures about the mansion, and an esteemed private collection of art, it emits the feeling of an elite gallery that also happens to accommodate overnight guests. The on-site wine cellar is a work of art in its own right, inspiring awe and wonder that one could get lost in for a whole day, should they so wish. An accessible pantry invites guests to help themselves to its naughty nook of sugary treats. A little something of a sunset experience, a serene evening along the patio in Cape Town’s finest, I’m not sorry that I didn’t make it to Table Mountain due to the foggy forecast today. A gin trolley reinvents the gin and tonic from the baroque landscape, as the waves crashing below can be subtly heard from property’s placid exterior. What a lovely evening to do nothing at all but eat, drink, and absorb the South African climate. I close my eyes, and let the rest of my senses absorb the divinity.
SABI SABI EARTH LODGE, KRUGER NATIONAL PARK
Back to the bush, I close my South African journey with one more safari experience sharing a border with the country’s largest and most famous national park. Skukuza Airport, rested right within Kruger, feels less like an airport and more like a modestly sized luxury tiki lodge. My ranger from Sabi Sabi Private Game Reserve, Shaun Jenkinson, greets me from the arrivals lounge. Just outside, a large Land Rover with a hitched trunk for luggage is ready to drive us through the khaki terrain to the five-star Sabi Sabi property, about an hour’s drive away. Although not officially a game drive, this ground transport invites a splendor of wildlife as we motor through winding dirt paths trailing us to our destination. Enthralled by some of the highest densities of game animals in South Africa, this is no ordinary airport lift. Shaun remarks that Sabi Sabi’s Earth Lodge will appear out of nowhere as a hidden passage. I’m not sure what he means by that, and once the vehicle comes to a halt and he announces our arrival, I look around me and wonder, “arrived where? There’s nothing here.” I dismount from the chariot, and walk down a short path to the other side of a dune I wasn’t aware existed. There, seemingly out of thin air, Sabi Sabi Earth Lodge emerges in earthly luxury, and I can’t help but think it’s like something out of a Bond movie. A place for elusive and discerning travelers where no one will ever find me. Alta from reception welcomes me to Earth Lodge with a refreshing towel and spritzer beverage. She invites me to sit for lunch at the open-air dining room, which overlooks a surrealist expanse in the horizon. A family of warthogs playfully roam about the property’s perimeter, as I stare off into the distance, taking note of the vast differences of the region from Shamwari. It is considerably less green and flatter than where I’d been in the Eastern Cape, but no less beautiful. The dining room staff is personable and sees that I’m not shy in asking for anything my heart desires. I’d only intended to sit for a light meal, but find myself indulging in everything put before me, from the fresh artisan bread and olive tapenade spreads, to a sirloin kebab pita that is so tasty, I order it again the next day.
I didn’t really see how I could possibly be more amazed by my accommodations considering where I’d been this week, but Sabi Sabi Earth Lodge put my expectations to the test. Another day, another private house of my own to call a lodge, the sweeping abode before me is an architectural masterpiece. Spacious and luxurious with sleek African décor, the suite is one of 13 at Earth Lodge, meticulously designed for otherworldly comfort. Warm tones of copper, gold, and silver stand out among sumptuous fabrics and handmade twig chandeliers with gilded metal branches. Beside the sitting area is what Sabi Sabi describes as a “mini bar,” and this is an utter understatement. In a massive armoire, a fully stocked wine cabinet, refrigerator, and cocktail station with everything I could need to kickstart a mixology career, counters my astonishment. Beside the plush oversized bed rests a nook with a simple implemented detail that inspires a big impact: an equipped art easel set to output my creativity. Before moving on to scope out the deep stone bath and al fresco showers, or private plunge pool and suspended swing chair facing the bushveld, I contemplate the animals I will paint before I lay my head to rest. Not a solitary detail is spared in the design of my lodge, and once again, I’m left with the feeling of being cared for like a visiting royal.
Enduring the unspeakable struggle of pulling myself away from my glorious quarters, I pack my safari wildlife checklist and head back to the reception area for afternoon tea prior to an exciting evening game drive. Once there, I meet my ranger Shaun and his lovely wife of three weeks, Chane. They’re a truly adorable couple that had met in the course of their occupational adventures, and it’s easy to see how such a setting could formulate the ultimate grounds for romance. Soon we hop back in the Land Rover, eager to explore and witness the wild encounters that only this great animal kingdom can offer. Richard, a qualified tracker with a lifetime of bush experience, sits at the forepart seat of the vehicle with binoculars, navigating us through the primitive landscape. Among our first sightings, a leopard rests in the thickets with cutting wildcat physique that evokes wonderment and awe. Every movement we make invites a new species to cross our path, with giraffes, rhinos, antelope, hyenas, wild dogs, and countless birds living in unfenced and unspoiled plain. Back at Earth Lodge, I process the day’s events over a gin cocktail beside the crackling fireplace in the lounge, and contemplate what the next day will bring, once I’ve wrapped my head around the plethora of options that await me over a candlelit dinner.
A bright and early start to the following morning, I decide to get ahead of the 5am wake-up call, and enjoy an aromatic Nespresso and shortbread cookie, as I swing in circles from the cozy suspended chair on my private terrace. With no one and nothing around but the subdued calls of nature from the morning dawn, I gaze upon the sunrise peeking out from the horizon. It is a tranquil moment that will soon shift to tantalizing adventure at the call of nature’s den.
A petite buffet of coffees, teas, fruit, and scones from the reception area pulls me in again before it is time to hit the road, long before “official” breakfast, which follows the morning game. It would appear I wasn’t the only peckish walk of life on this fine South African morning; sat front and center to the laws of the wild, it isn’t long before I find myself in the midst of a feral chase from the 4x4. A fact of life and status in the animal kingdom, a graceful antelope meets its ultimate demise as an elder pack of wild dogs strategically hunt its prey. In a matter of minutes, in real time I witness a hunt and kill that will nourish the bodies of over a dozen young wild dogs. Her passing fate has not been made in vain, as the antelope’s remains disappear before my very eyes. Sad as it may seem to fall witness to life become death, fundamentally it is an unblemished vision of the most raw and primal articles of survival. Every life form on this planet holds an element of endurance in its core structure, from the camouflage coat of a leopard to the pricks of a leaf stem, hiding from, and even discouraging its predators, offering a chance of another day of life. While the how and why may remain a mystery, there is so much meaning from life to be derived right from within the animal kingdom. Whether during a game drive, a guided bush walk, or just observing the commotion in the distance from the comforts of a private patio, each and every moment invites an opportunity to gain invaluable insight.
My last night at Sabi Sabi, I’d been invited to join Shaun, Chane, and two other couples for a very special dinner from within the Earth Lodge’s handsome wine cellar. Surrounded by vintage prized bottles from local vineyards, and met by a multitude of courses plated with ambrosial culinary creations, the closure to my time in South Africa encapsulates all of the warmth and taste I’d found in commonality throughout my Big 5 resorts tour. I return to my lodge to rest and unwind before my looming departure the following day, where one final surprise remained to be discovered. Decorating my bed is a sprinkling of red rose petals, champagne on ice, and a hot bubble bath framed by a trail of soft tea lights in the bathroom. It had been a real shame that I’d come here alone; with so much romance to be enveloped, without question, South Africa is true treasure in this world that begs to be shared with that special someone. For now though, I accept love’s bid in the form of luxury and discovery as a party of one. Next time, when I undoubtedly return, it will be with the love of my life.
"Wilderness and Winelands" is written by Samantha Sendor and appears in the 2020 Edition of Sophisticated Weddings. For more information about travel to South Africa and beyond, visit Alluring Africa.