We were in a freewheeling holiday frame of mind and life felt remarkably good. Covid-19 was steadily in our vision, but it was still more peripheral than front and centre.
It's been more than two weeks since we arrived in the Kruger National Park, unaware in those initial few days of just how much the world had changed. And how exponentially it would shift.
For our first 48 hours we had zero internet/phone connectivity. We were in a bubble of leopard kill and lion sightings, elephant herd dynamics and vervet monkey guard duty. Of course we knew about Covid-19 and that there were double-digit figures in South Africa, but we had no idea how things had escalated.
The gate guard at Orpen and us had shared a laugh at his comment: "No corona in your boot?" The receptionist and I waggled elbows at each other as we checked in.
But when, days later, our phones finally started buzzing, it was to exclamations in varying degrees of intensity.
A State of Disaster had been declared. My visiting Australian nephew's contract job was put on hold. Everyone we knew...