Huismans runs a tight ship. The place is immaculate, the service staff there
when you need them, but otherwise scarce (turndown may, in fact, have been conducted by magic), and there was not a stray leaf on any surface. We did take advantage of du Toit’s off-roading skills to park next to a pride of lions. We watched for half an hour, fascinated, as a juvenile elephant carefully stripped the bark off a tree. We also walked breathlessly in du Toit’s footsteps through the bush for a couple of hours one morning, a rare treat indeed.
But we also just sat. We read, watched the birds and enjoyed the company
of the humans of the River Lodge. A funny thing, I suppose, but true. I’d return just as much for the people as I would for the lions. The lions are a given, after all, but a place like the River Lodge is a rare thing indeed.