Pongola Country Lodge-ideal stop over for Mozambique and Swaziland



Situated on the N2 route between Swaziland, Mpumalanga, and the tourist region of Northern KwaZulu-Natal, our accommodation in Pongola is well positioned for the business traveler and tourist alike. As the gateway to Kingfisher Route, complete with Game Reserves and Parks, including Jozini Dam, Sodwana National Park and the lakes of St Lucia within a 100km drive, the Lodge is surrounded by a host of natural activities.

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How to survive airport stopovers – by Intrepid Travel.

One of my pet hate’s is waiting.  No matter where it is.  But airports are probably the worst.  Then I came across this article by Intrepid Travel and just loved it.  Now I’m going to be thinking about all the other ‘creative’ and productive things I can do while waiting to board the next flight.

Read it here: http://www.intrepidtravel.com/adventures/how-to-survive-an-airport-stopover/

Tomjachu Bush Retreat. April 2017 Press release.

06 April 2017
Tomjachu Bush Retreat bringing natures secrets to WTM Africa 2017

This year’s World Travel Market (WTM) Africa, taking place at the Cape Town International Convention Centre (CTICC), will see Tomjachu Bush Retreat exhibiting together with an estimated 5000 travel industry professionals.

As a family owned private nature estate, Tomjachu Bush Retreat will be sharing some of the little secrets nature has hidden around the Tomjachu establishment which are designed to capture the hearts of all avid nature enthusiasts. Set in over 550 hectares of exquisite game fenced mountain bushveld, overlooking the southern boundary of the Kruger National Park and regal Bekker mountains, Tomjachu Bush Retreat brings landscapes to life.

Zebra Heights, Symphony Dam, and Gordon’s Pools are but a few of nature’s best secrets tucked away at Tomjachu.

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MAUI 4 Sleeper Motorhome Adventure

Way back in the day, when Maputu was still called Lourenço Marques and Biline was called San Martino, our family of four went camping. Will never forget, the first night we were there, after my father had had one too many “aquadents” – (apparently meaning fire water), the wind came up. Not just a little sea breeze, but a howler. When we got back to camp, our hired caravan was almost on its side, our tent was stuck in a tree and a Mozambique monsoon had blown in. I remember my father desperately hanging onto tent pegs while my mother, laughing I might add, screamed instructions from the caravan door. Chaos reigned…

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