Category: Botswana
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Savuti, Kalahari Sands & Endless Grasslands
Even in this dry waterless Savuti channel era, the never ending view of tall grasslands of the Savuti Marsh are incredible and still frequented and enjoyed by elephant, antelope and all other accompanying game.
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The Okavango, Khwai & Community Development
It is September and the Kalahari Apple Leaf trees are flowering in a violet haze. There is a maze of kalahari sand tracks leading haphazardly through the grasses often ending abruptly in some seasonal marshland
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Makgadikgadi Pans, Kubu Island & The Middle of Nowhere
To me, the Makgadikgadi Pans are maybe a dim memory of David Attenborough’s voice, a few rain drops splashing in slow motion on a dry and dusty surface followed by an excited zebra dashing somewhere.
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Return To Botswana in the Dry Season
We barrel through the middle of Botswana which is relatively flat, scrubby and consistently so through-out the first 350 kilometers.
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Tsodilo Hills, Ancient Rock Paintings & Elephants
We begin by driving to the base of the Female Hill. The rock paintings are exceptional and we can’t believe how well preserved they are. Tens of thousands of years and brush strokes still remain. A re-evaluation of time is indeed required when travelling in Africa
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Okavango Delta, Fishing & Tiger Snakes
Healthy herds of subsistence cattle grind their teeth watched by the ever present herd person. This soon gives way to open lands broken by islands of forest. Secretary birds saunter through the grasses on the hunt for reptiles. The marshes appear and banks of papyrus reeds double the height of a person phalanx our route…
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Maun, Trax & Mud-Spatterings
We are stuck in that ten metre long puddle for what feels like hours. I am tired and very grumpy. The vehicle is at a vertical angle of about fifteen degrees with the rear part lower than the front. The exhaust pipe is submerged in the water spluttering and bubbling away
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Backpackers, Bush Babies & The Nata River
The rain’s intensity reduces in the late afternoon enough for Kirsty to head off to the communal kitchen to begin the evening meal. I stay well away as she has a pressure cooker in one hand, a determined look on her face and I know that the kitchen hot plate is on a gas stove
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Storms, Dry River Beds & The Fifth Missing Condiment
After about twenty minutes of driving through the ubiquitous Botswana scrub land of mopani and acacia we arrive at our camp for the night
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Zim to Bots & Border Crossings
The plan is, from Zimbabwe, to traverse Botswana taking in some of the sights along the way but to specifically aim for the adventures and landscapes of Namibia on the distant west coast of Southern Africa
The Colour of Travel 