Tag: Nata
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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
The Colour of Travel 