AN OFFICE ESCAPE
TURNS INTO A
SOUTH AFRICAN ODYSSEY
Sometimes, I feel like I’m the luckiest person in the world. For the past three years I have lived almost exclusively in South Africa’s national parks and nature reserves.
On a typical day, while some people are sitting in city traffic, I could be photographing lions in the Kalahari, tracking rhinos with rangers or swimming with turtles. My good fortune is made more palpable by the fact that I once had an office job; a so-called successful career working in the cities of Johannesburg, Cape Town and London.
But I spent a lot of time staring out the office window, pretending I could see elephants on the horizon. Perhaps it stems from my childhood. My parents regularly took me and my two sisters to the Kruger National Park. At the time I probably took these family holidays for granted, but many years later the memories are still clear.
Interestingly, the most visceral reminders of those holidays are not the sight of wild animals, but the smells and sounds of the bush – the unmistakable scents that rise from the dry earth after rain has fallen, the chirruping of woodland kingfishers, the barking of baboons and the rasping grunt of leopards.
A breeding herd of elephant crosses the confluence of the Limpopo and Shashe Rivers, Mapungubwe National Park, South Africa.
I only realised later that, while I enjoy the excitement of cities, I felt most alive and connected to myself when immersed in nature.
While I was at my desk in Johannesburg, I was very conscious that I was just a few hours away from places like Kruger, the Okavango Delta and the Drakensberg mountains. It was infuriating and inspiring in equal measure.
But then, after daydreaming for several years – and no doubt annoying my successive bosses – the little voice in my head became a booming demand I could no longer ignore. So I listened.
I approached South African National Parks and proposed travelling through the country’s most important protected areas for a year. I’d write a blog, take photos and tell the stories of South Africa’s wild places, showing why are our national parks and nature reserves are so important, what is being done to protect them, which species are endangered, who the people are that live and work there and what their stories are.
Getting SANParks’ endorsement, and working for a year to raise sponsorship to cover the costs, I was able to set off on my “Year in the Wild”. Ford loaned me an Everest 4×4 and a variety of other sponsors, like Goodyear and Cape Union Mart, were equally enthusiastic in their support.
I found that almost everyone I approached believed in supporting conservation and that wild places generally transcend social and political divisions. On top of that, everyone seemed to love a good adventure, and the most common response I got on meeting potential sponsors was, ‘Can we come with you?’
It wasn’t all easy, though. Any wilderness can be a physical test. I’ve sweltered in temperatures of more than 50°C in the Kgalagadi, and I’ve shivered through a few sleepless winter nights in my tent at the top of the Drakensberg escarpment. And the novelty of hiking for days through thick, thorny bush wears off pretty quickly, especially when the animals are scarce.
But being in the wilderness is more of an emotional test, especially if you’re on your own. You can’t hide from yourself, and at first I was lonely. But I learned to find companionship in the land and the animals, and I became grateful for the basics: food when I’m hungry, water (or beer!) when I’m thirsty, the shelter of a rooftop tent in a thunderstorm, sunshine on a cold Karoo day, and my own health.
Often I would go to sleep feeling down, but then I’d wake up in the middle of the night and see the blazing stars. Or I’d rise in the morning to the panorama of the Richtersveld, or watch elephants walk past my camp.
At these times, when the enormity of wilderness swallowed me up, I was able to transcend my own personal story. It was in forgetting myself that I was able to find myself. Trust me, a violent Kalahari thunderstorm directly above your tent will quickly put your emotional preoccupations into perspective.
The African wilderness is full of these experiences. It was here I found a belonging and contentment that eludes me in a city. To me, life makes more sense when viewed through the prism of wilderness. In the wild, I sometimes drift into a meditational state and inadvertently achieve an unexpected mental acuity. Perhaps the wilderness gives space for our thoughts and emotions to expand.
It wasn’t all deep and serious. After a few days on my own, I’d sometimes find myself laughing aloud for no apparent reason. Or I’d talk to the animals. It may seem nuts, but the animals gave me a sense of community.
But I spent time with lots of great people too. It’s one of the reasons I love my work so much. Generally, conservationists, researchers and rangers are deeply connected to the earth. It’s hard work and poorly paid, but they are driven by something more than money and external validation, and I found them inspirational.
People like Sonto Tembe at Ndumo Game Reserve, who can imitate almost every bird species’ call, giving visitors an unforgettable experience. Or wildlife vet Dave Cooper and his associate Dumisane Zwane, who work countless hours to treat ill or injured animals, including rhino that have been wounded by poachers.
I chatted to Nonhle Mbuthuma, an environmental activist who has stood up to politicians and mining corporations on the Eastern Cape’s spectacular Wild Coast.
‘I live in paradise and it’s a paradise I want my children to inherit one day,’ Nonhle said. ‘We are not against development, but we have the right to have a say in what kind of development takes place. Open-cast mining will destroy our area, our heritage and our sense of identity.’
Not least is Lawrence Munro, a ranger and pilot who, against considerable odds, pioneered and now leads the aerial anti-poaching teams in KwaZulu-Natal, after years of being told that such a service was not required.
These are just five of the people I met who are doing vital work, even if our materialistic society doesn’t value their efforts. I believe that when people look back in a hundred years time, they’ll think of Africa’s conservationists as the heroes of this century. Human slavery was once considered acceptable, and when Abraham Lincoln worked to abolish it, many people with vested interests in its continuation railed against it’s abolition.
Today, everyone knows that slavery is abominable. The emancipation of the environment is this century’s greatest challenge, but as with human slavery, many corporations, governments and individuals have vested interests in the sustained destruction of Africa’s natural heritage. Conservationists today are fighting a similar battle to Lincoln’s. And like society today considers slavery detestable, in the future we will consider todays abuse of Africa’s wild as one of the most tragic and loathsome periods of mankind’s history.
My first “Year in the Wild” went so well that it turned into two, and by the end of September this year, I will have completed three years of almost continuous exploration of South Africa’s 40 most special protected areas.
It’s one of the many tragedies of apartheid that so many people in South Africa were denied access to the most beautiful parts of the country for so long. Everyone deserves the right to engage with their natural heritage.
So I consider myself extremely fortunate. Not many people – even within SANParks – have been to all the national parks, and even fewer have been to all the other special protected areas. I have been to all of them several times, explored them extensively, and slept in wild places that few have ever seen.
Initially, I was happy to just cover my costs and to complete the journey, sharing the inspiration with others through my photos, social media and articles.
But now my journey has become somewhat of a pilgrimage. I find myself increasingly bonded to African wilderness and wildlife. These wild places and their animals have become part of who I am, and are probably the greatest source of inspiration in my life. They have taught me that nature is far more important than I ever imagined, and that we humans need both wilderness and wildlife if we are to live a full, rich life.
South African film maker and photographer Craig Foster, who has worked a lot with Bushmen, wrote, ‘It seems like our bond with animals is deeply rooted in our psyches and we need them just as much as we need wild open spaces. We don’t need them just because they are pleasant – we need them for our psychological survival. At a deep level a land without life, without creatures, is really disturbing.’
After three years I find myself even more determined to make others aware of Africa’s natural treasures. My journey started out as a dream, an adventure, but it has become my vocation.
I’m sure that if other people – especially those in business and government – can see for themselves what I have seen, then they too will be inspired to care more for the few pockets of wilderness that remain.
For three years, several organisations have been supporting Scott. Ford South Africa has loaned him an Everest 4×4, Cape Union Mart and K-Way support him with gear, and Goodyear supply tyres. WildCard, South African National Parks, CapeNature, Ezemvelo KZN Wildlife, Eastern Cape Parks, Big Game Parks Swaziland and iSimangaliso Wetland Park have all given Scott access and accommodation to do his work. Other sponsors are: Safari Centre Cape Town, Globecomm, Frontrunner, Vodacom, EeziAwn, National Luna, Outdoor Photo, Tracks4Africa and Hetzner. BirdLife South Africa have supplied information on important bird areas.