Long, long ago, back in the 1920’s when the old steam trains traversed the pristine plains of the Kruger wilderness, carriages carrying intrepid travellers meandered the tracks until the end of the route was reached. There, upon a sturdy bridge built from stone, the train and its passengers would rest for the night, above the Sabie River overlooking the magnificent, rugged landscapes that unravelled before them. As dawn would break and the African sun would wake up the wildlife, the steam engines would start and off they’d go again, back in the direction they’d come from, witnessing the wondrous way once more.