On one of our last nights at the Zulu Nyala reserve in South Africa, a call came over the radio. We weren’t quite sure what had been seen, but judging from our guide’s reaction, it was something big. I would never say that our guide was driving in anything but a safe and appropriate manner. But, let’s just say it was clear he wanted to get to the animal as quickly as we did.
A fellow named Tage was closer to the front of the vehicle and we believed he had heard what the animal was we were going to see.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I think he said it was an Ingwe.”
“What’s an Ingwe?” we asked.
“I don’t know,” said Tage as our open-air vehicle hurtled (responsibly! not at all in a breakneck manner!) down the dirt path. “But I’m pretty sure it’s not a giraffe.”
As it turns out, Ingwe is the Zulu word for leopard.
When we got there, we pulled up to where the other group was looking. The guide shined his spotlight. Everyone held their breath and looked around.
Then a young lady in our vehicle named Christine spotted it. “Up in the tree!” she said, and pointed.
We all looked.
And here is what we saw. Forgive the first few blurry seconds, but I wanted you to get the sense of what it was like when we first saw it.
I have many more pictures and videos to come. But I figured I’d start with an attention-getter.