Cheetah up close

Cheetah up close

30. September 2018 0 By

The male for exam­p­le was a pro­blem cheetah and always hun­ted the catt­le on the neighbour’s farm. Ins­tead of shoo­ting him, he was brought here. Two of the fema­les are in here, becau­se a far­mer has shot their mother and he did­n’t want to shoot the pup­pies as well. How gra­cious, this farmer!

As we approach the about 2.3 meter high fence I feel a litt­le anxious. Our safa­ri jeep is final­ly com­ple­te­ly open and a hun­gry cheetah could pro­ba­b­ly smash his tee­th into my lower leg wit­hout any problems.

Sin­ce the cheetahs wear all radio col­lars, our gui­de Nico tri­es to loca­te the fema­les now. After a 10 minu­te dri­ve we actual­ly see our first cheetah lying total­ly chil­ly under a bush in the dust. My heart almost stops. Unbe­lie­va­ble to see such an ani­mal wit­hout a grid and then only 10 meters away from me.

When our two dri­vers get out of the jeep I can’t belie­ve it. That can‘ t be serious, that they are real­ly get­ting out! Nico starts to explain some rules, we should­n’t drop any­thing on the ground, becau­se other­wi­se she thinks it’s food and we should always stay bet­ween him and Han­na. Real­ly now, we should also get out? Are they com­ple­te­ly insane?

Yes, they are – and so our group is stan­ding at 5 meters distance to cheetah girl Lau­ra. This is an expe­ri­ence that I will never for­get. In my mind, I dig for all the things I lear­ned from Bear Grylls about sur­vi­val stra­tegy. But the only thing pre­sent right now is how he drinks his own pee out of sna­ke skin. That does­n’t help me right now.

So I get mys­elf tog­e­ther and do not run off screa­ming and crying towards the safa­ri car. Ins­tead I coll­ect all my sen­ses and am rea­dy to flee. Then Lau­ra gets up and moves towards the fence. Han­na explains that the cheetahs like to sit at the fence and watch pas­sing kudu herds. This must be some­thing like stan­ding in front of a restau­rant you can’t afford, Mir­ko notes appro­pria­te­ly. He’s hun­gry again.

About 2 weeks ago a clum­sy Kudu jum­ped over the fence. If it had known befo­re that it had lan­ded in a cheetah camp, it would have pro­ba­b­ly recon­side­red this jump, becau­se the male of the group did not hesi­ta­te to ser­ve hims­elf. Howe­ver, Han­na notes, the­se cheetahs would never have kil­led the Kudu if they had met it in the wild. Ever­yo­ne here is too old and too weak for that.

The cheerful group of tou­rists walks in some distance behind Lau­ra, who meets her sis­ter after about 30 meters and cudd­les gene­rous­ly with her. Awe­so­me, I still can’t belie­ve that the­re are two cheetahs sit­ting in front of me, who might con­fu­se me with a kudu. If only I knew whe­re I put the docu­ments for my acci­dent insu­rance. When I’m at home, I’ll start loo­king right away!

After the two of them have had enough of the humans, we dri­ve on and visit the male of the group. By the way, this is the one who recent­ly caught the Kudu. A very trust­wor­t­hy guy. Here we get out again and can watch him very clo­se. He looks quite rela­xed and lolls like a kit­ten on the hea­ter. When he is fed up with us too, we try to find ano­ther room­ma­te befo­re sun­set. We are lucky, only a few dri­ving minu­tes away we can see two more cheetahs, which have made them­sel­ves com­for­ta­ble under a bush. Han­na and Nico hand out beer and red wine and we can watch the two cats in the sun­set groo­ming their fur. I can’t belie­ve this is real­ly hap­pe­ning. I am stan­ding in the Nami­bi­an sav­an­nah with a beer and can almost pet a cheetah.

The next mor­ning after break­fast we con­ti­nue to Ses­riem and then into the desert. But first we want to refuel our car at the only gas sta­ti­on, becau­se we think that our fuel need­le is bro­ken. After more than 300 kilo­me­t­res it still says „more than com­ple­te­ly full“ and that can’t be true.

As it turns out we are wrong. We have two tanks with a total of 140 lit­res of fuel and only used 30 lit­res. For our batt­le­ship this is not­hing, for my Fiat Pan­da on the other hand a who­le tank fil­ling. At least the Nami­bi­an gas sta­ti­on atten­dants had some­thing to laugh about.

Next: Namib Nau­kluft Park (oming soon)