Simon Seward/Notes/Personal/South Africa 2026

South Africa 2026
- Category
- Personal
- Year
- 2026
- Where
- South Africa
- Route
- Exploring Mpumalanga and Southern Kruger
- Vehicle
- Ford Ranger Wildtrak

- Leg 1, stops 1–8Barberton to Hoedspruit, the Panorama Route, then Graskop.
- Leg 2, stops 8–10Graskop back up to Hoedspruit, down through Hazyview to Mbombela.
- Leg 3, stops 10–14Mbombela east to Malelane Gate, Berg-en-Dal, Afsaal and Skukuza, home to Barberton.
The Panorama Route
First time on the Panorama Route. It won’t be the last.
People talk about the Lake District. They talk about Iceland and Finland and the big canyons. Very few of them know that South Africa has all of it in one country, and most of it within an easy drive.

We had fog for a lot of it. Thick, sitting in the valleys, coming and going all morning. Then it would lift for a minute and you’d see the whole thing at once and nobody said anything. The photos are useless. They flatten it. You have to stand there and look down and see how small everything is next to it.
We were with family, which made it. The wine cellar in the back was properly stocked again, tier one throughout. Braais most nights. A bit of rain, none of it enough to dampen anything.



We explored Hoedspruit, which is a fantastic part of the world. The rains had closed the reserve there, so we didn’t get in, but Kruger made up for it soon enough.
Then southern Kruger, which I’d never done. It’s a different park to the north. Greener, busier, more of everything. Just as much game. We had lions, hyena and a leopard, all of them on the main roads, and the leopard on our way out of the gate. You wait years for that and it turns up on the tar on your last afternoon.


We stayed at Greenstone too. Anna’s mum and dad have decided to move there, on the edge of Barberton, under an hour off the southern end of Kruger. It’s an unbelievable place. Bush all around you, hills behind, game on the estate, and the gate to Kruger down the road.


We’ve taken a piece of land there ourselves. It’s signed. Our own patch of bush, in the country we both come from, next door to her parents. Real foundations instead of visiting for a fortnight and flying home.
Now we build. A lodge of our own, something that outlasts me, and somewhere our kids know as normal rather than as a holiday.
Watch this space.
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