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More than just the darling of Bono and the Bills, South Africa is breaking down barriers—from cosmopolitan Cape Town to the wild superparks of the future. IT'S THE DREAMLIKE, cinematic power of
Africa unfolding yet again. This time, it's late afternoon when the
leopard emerges from the bush, 20 feet away, crossing the sandy wash
with a lazy stride, pelt rippling in the golden light. Then the radio
crackles and we're fishtailing across the 54-square-mile Ngala Private
Game Reserve, on Kruger National Park's western edge. Another cat's
been spotted, and Jimmy Ndubane, our Shangaan tracker, leads us
straight to it. This one is anything but lazy; seconds after we see the
white tip of its tail twitching in the grass, the beast leaps forward
and zigzags explosively through the meadow. We hear its prey, a
mongoose, screaming and, finally, silence. It's awful, it's beautiful,
it's what you came for: Africa forever.
However unforgettable, such classic
safari epiphanies explain only part of South Africa's allure. You could
come for the climbing or surfing, to dive with great white sharks, or
to experience the spectacular two-ocean sailing. (The sleek black hull
of Shosholoza, South Africa's 2007 America's Cup challenger
and the race's first African entrant, was hauled out on the dock across
the harbor from my hotel room in Cape Town.) You could come to beat the
crowds flooding Johannesburg for the 2010 World Cup soccer
finals—though you'll probably miss Oprah's glittery 2006 New Year's Eve
bash.
The best reason, however, is hope—the dream that things can get
better in Africa, that South Africa is leading the way, and that you
can be part of it. A dozen years after the nightmare of apartheid,
South Africa can still be a tough, bitter environment. But Mandela's
vision of a democratic, multiracial African nation is alive and well,
and tourism, once the target of a global boycott, is the
fastest-growing area of the economy, providing 1.2 million jobs for the
country of 47 million.
On a wide-ranging journey through the nation's wild and urban
landscapes, my goal was to max out on the abundant pleasures on offer
while witnessing that transformed face. This meant obligatory visits to
sprawling, hustling Jo'burg and laid-back, spectacular Cape Town,
cities where the street life is set to a booming kwaito beat and
revolutionary history is so fresh it's like 1776 was yesterday. South
Africa, of course, remains happy to outfit you in khaki, mix you a
gin-and-tonic, and make your Hemingway fantasies come true. But in the
bush, too, big ideas are taking shape. The first is black empowerment,
the integration of economic realms long dominated by whites. The second
is South Africa's role in the global movement to create vast
"transfrontier" parks that transcend borders while restoring wildlife
routes.
Both ideas are being enthusiastically enacted at Tembe Elephant
Park, a 190-square-mile preserve just south of Mozambique. The co-owner
of Tembe's serene lodge compound, former Durban private detective
Ernest Robbertse, manages the operation in partnership with the Tembe
tribe. And walls will be coming down: In 1989, war in Mozambique led
South Africa to erect an electric border fence, cutting off Tembe's
massive 220-strong elephant herd from much of its range. The goal is to
remove that barrier, reuniting Tembe's herd with their relatives in
Mozambique's Maputo reserve.
An even grander expansion is planned at Kruger National Park, where
I took a revelatory, weeklong game drive with naturalist Mike Stephens,
experiencing close encounters with lions, rhinos, and a fantastic array
of birds. Vast as Kruger may be (it's bigger than Israel), it's part of
a pipe-dream-in-the-making called the Great Limpopo Transfrontier Park,
which will one day unite Kruger, Mozambique's Limpopo, and Zimbabwe's
Gonarezhou in a superpark the size of Maine. "Hopefully," one official
told me, "we'll get herds the size of the Serengeti."
For now, nothing I saw matched the luxurious wildness of Ngala. The
lodge's 20 cottages are unfenced, so you must summon an armed guard if
you want to leave your room after dark. This frisson of danger, along
with manic four-wheel sprints cross-country looking for game (not
allowed in Kruger), adds a keen adrenaline edge. Yet here, too, Ngala
quietly preaches the transfrontier vision and, via its support of the
Africa Foundation, social justice. In nearby Welverdiend, I saw the
foundation's work: new schoolrooms and families piloting "hippo
rollers," easy-to-roll barrels, to the well.
Small steps, small connections. Will South Africa's future include
prosperity, huge parks stretching over the horizon, and all its people
experiencing Africa's riches, traveling in the footsteps of the wild
herds of long ago? All I know is that I'm going back.
By Hal Espen