Leaving Europe, Boy was sure that we had seen, altogether too many, art museums. “I don’t want to see ANY MORE ART!” He complained.
Happily, our next destination included no art museums. We flew into Johannesburg where we were picked up by a driver who took us out to a camp in Kruger National Park, about 5 hours by road. Once there, we dropped bags at our hut, with a warning to shut the door firmly to keep out monkeys. Jumping into a Jeep, we headed off on a photo safari. Over the course of the next week, we explored animal tracks, identified animal droppings, and took many, many photos.
To find a safari camp that would take a child took a bit of work. Many places do not allow children under 12, or sometimes even 16, on safety concerns. If the child can’t follow directions when needed and sit quietly, they prevent others from observing the animals, and may put themselves at risk, by running or yelling at times it is unsafe to do so. We found King’s Camp through online research. It was a bit fancier than we were originally planning, but they accepted children over 6 years, 8 year olds could join the jeep rides, and the safari guides we had were terrific.
Boy was fully engaged the first two days. With his list of animals he wanted to photograph and his own digital camera he was focused on animal spotting and reasonably happy to sit quietly. By day 3, however, it was time to run off some energy. He had captured pictures of lions, elephants, and giraffes and no longer had any interest in sitting quietly in a Jeep. We skipped the next early morning game drive, had a sleep in, and ran laps around the camp.
No writing work for school this week, though the camp did provide Boy with a Junior Ranger guide and animal checklist. Here are our books:
Our animal photos