Tucked into a pocket of spekboom thickets and soft Eastern Cape light, the Safari Tents at Bellevue feel like something time forgot — in the best way. No frills, no fanfare. Just the bush, and you, and whatever the day brings.

The tents are raised just off the forest floor, with wooden decks that catch the morning sun and hold onto it long after the trees have cooled. You wake up slow here. The light filters in early, filtered through canvas and birdsong. It’s warm, it’s quiet. You unzip the flap and step out — maybe with a coffee, maybe just to breathe.

Inside is simple, thoughtful comfort. A proper bed, crisp linen, warm wood underfoot. The kind of shower you won’t forget — half open, part rustic, all refreshing. Everything smells like fresh air and veld. You’ll catch yourself staring out of windows, not for anything in particular — just watching the wind move.

Evenings settle in easy. Lanterns flicker. The bush gets louder in that soft, familiar way — insects, owls, a distant something that might be a jackal. No traffic, no screens, no distractions. Just night. Just stillness.

This isn’t a place for ticking boxes. It’s for switching off, slowing down, and sleeping in a little longer than you meant to.