A Night Under the Baobab: Bush Luxury and Wild Visitors

One evening, after a thrilling game drive that ended with a surprise sighting—wild dogs crossing our path in search of water as we enjoyed sundowners—we made our way to our camp spot on the Middle Plains. Darkness had already fallen, and the adventure continued.
As we neared the camp site, our headlights caught a herd of zebras, quietly grazing in the tall grass. And just beyond them, we saw it: a majestic baobab, softly lit by the glow of a campfire. It looked like something from a dream.

Six spacious tents stood ready, each with a beautifully made bed promising a good night’s rest. A blazing fire crackled, surrounded by comfy chairs. A proper bush bar was set up, and the long dining table was elegantly laid. The smell of the braai filled the night air. All of it in the heart of the Reserve, under a sky full of stars and a bright moon overhead.

After dinner, we sat around the fire—what bush lovers call “bush TV.” With only our guide, Actor, staying behind, we were alone in the wild, immersed in the sounds of the night. It was both humbling and exhilarating.
Later, tucked into our canvas tents with the sides rolled up just enough to watch the stars, we listened to the night. Crickets, wind through the trees—and somewhere in the distance, what we guessed were hyenas calling.
At first light, the fire had been rekindled, and fresh coffee and rusks were waiting. Not even twenty meters from camp, we found them: clear spoor and droppings. The hyenas had indeed passed by during the night.
That night—under the baobab, surrounded by friends, firelight, stars, and the sounds of the bush—was the highlight of an already unforgettable week. Limpopo-Lipadi always surprises, but this was something truly special.”