The South African Golf Experience

Posted on Aug 6, 2013 |

I opened my eyes, startled. A better word would be petrified. It was 2:00 a.m. on a crisp winter evening in South Africa’s Addo National Park. It’s an experience that is best described as bone-chilling. Not five meters from my tent the resident King of the African Bush roared again. I reached for my torch, flicked it on and looked around my tented abode, thinking of an exit strategy. The big male lion rubbed himself against my tent...