Monday – Bitesize chunks
I am writing this in the last 2 hours of the old year after a little dance off with Kings and Daan. My Facebook page floods with cheesy new year’s wishes, reviews of the past year, vows to have a better one next and pictures of oliebollen, while Instagram fills up with cool videos of parties, ‘Best nine’ overviews (with some inspiring shit about how the new year will bring more chances… and more likes and followers but no one mentions that) and more pictures of oliebollen.
I’ve never really liked new year’s eve. As a child I was always sick, as a teenager I would always end up in some kind of drama, as someone that has physically passed the teenager years I never quite know what to do with myself. Mostly, I just find it very difficult to oversee and ‘welcome’ a new year because it’s so big. 365 days! 365 days in which anything can happen! 365 days that will probably end so completely different than I can imagine in the morning.
Therefore, I think it’s important to look at the year to come and divide it in bitesize chunks; in days. Each day a new chance to be better than the previous one. An opportunity to be kind, forgiving, passionate, grateful, patient and beautiful. An opportunity to smile, dance, sing, look around, live in the here and now, appreciate the small and big things and do at least one thing that makes you happy. Some days that will come easier than others. Because there will be shit ones too, filled with tears, drama, pain and/or disease and yes, unfortunately those shit days are unequally divided amongst us. I don’t know about you guys, but I am at least trying (with meandering results) to appreciate the new day and to not have it ruined by small things. That doesn’t mean that you can’t set goals for the year, but just don’t forget about the day. That day is here and now. Live in bitesize chunks. Happy new day! Happy 15th of January, the day that I reviewed some of the shit I tend to write.
Tuesday – A bushlife challenge
It’s 17.30 on a grey and rainy day and while I finish up my last office work I get a phone call from my Dutch bestie. I love unexpected phonecalls so I get super excited while I answer and we chat for a while.
After 15 minutes I hear the beeps of the solar. This means the batteries are dead and I tell my friend I’ll call her back in a few minutes because I have to switch on the genset (no power, no internet – no internet, no phonecall). I do so and wait for a few minutes until internet connection is restored. Just as I am connected again, all the lights go off. Genset stopped.
I facepalm myself, get some fuel, put it in and try starting the gennie again. That turns out to be very difficult so it takes me very long. Finally, after half an hour, we are back to power and back to internet connection. I compare this situation to what happens when someone in Holland is without power and/or internet for half an hour. Total chaos. I chuckle and then I call my friend back. Yay!
Thursday – Is it Kootie or Cutie?
D and I are on our way to the South. That’s where cheetah 177 is, the lady we want to follow today. The entire road has been wet so far and that worries D a little. If it is this wet here already, it will only be worse in the South and we are not sure if we can make it. So we park at Miumi clan’s roadside den to contemplate what to do. Although I know there must be a cub or 2 in that den, I am not expecting to see any as it is quite late already and there is no hyena (big or small) on the den. So we sit, look around, take some photos of a really cool little birdie and do the contemplating part too.
Then I hear D say something like ‘oh look there’s a cub!’. Not quite understanding (‘what do you mean “cub”, it’s 7.30am!’) I look to my right and then down and I see this.
That's not even a cub! That's like... The tiniest baby hyena I've ever seen! So I melt, obviously, and I bite my hand to avoid screaming at the very sight of this cuteness (I've been hoping for Miumi cubs for a while now, it was bit of the same situation as the one I was in with Betty a few months ago). Then the tiny baby hyena goes back into the den and starts producing a sound best described as a 'baby whoop'. People that don't know the sound of a hyena whoop: Google it now. And then imagine that whoop but coming out of a 3 week old cub. CUTEST. THING. EVER. Seriously, I dare you to give an example of a sound cuter than that.
Because of the whooping, mummy (LHY-312) comes rushing in and she start producing sounds too and then the cub comes out entirely to be comforted by its mother and have some milk. The cub is so young that it is still finding its hindlegs. It’s struggling to walk properly. It’s that young. And tiny. And cute. And curious. Anyway, here are some photos to prove my point:
We call it LHY-Kuti. Which can be pronounced as ‘Cutie’ for now and as ‘Kootie’ once it’s old and scruffy. Kuti stays out until mum decides that play-time is over.
Then we finally get on our way again as well.