Stranded in the heart of the Tankwa Karoo, Greg and I faced a dilemma straight out of an adventurer’s tale. With our Jeep stubbornly silent and the sun dipping low, we had two choices: wait in the wild, leopard-prowled silence for a savior, or embark on a 35-kilometer trek back to the lodge. Equipped with nothing but flip-flops, Birkenstocks, and sheer determination, we chose the latter.
