After two nights of rain, our day to leave from Hluhuluwe brought us a bright sunrise. We drove down the mountains, crossing into the iMfolozi section of the park, on our way to Shakaland. As we passed by meadows of wildflowers blooming ephemerally, Emily proclaimed, “Africa is a land of color”.
From the red sunrises, to the faxen and green bushveld, to the animals, birds, and flowers, Africa has been a land of color. The people also bring color to the landscape. Their smiles, laughter and singing are accented by their clothes and even the paint they adorn their homes with when finishing their extended building projects.
We visited two cultural villages along our travels. First in Swaziland we attended a program of song and dance, provided by the members of these Matsamo village just inside the border crossing. Now, at Shakaland, a bit more of a living-history-theme style village (actually built around the movie set for several movies about the Zulu nation), we see the traditional dress of beads and animal skins, full of color.