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Okavango Delta

From our base campsite in Maun we drove in the back of the truck to the delta (Strangely passing a VB commodore on the way). Once there we were met by a number of pollers and their mokoros in varying degrees of waterproofness. I chose the safest looking for a very relaxing two hour trip up the delta to our campsite. From there we went on dusk and dawn walks. We were given instructions on how to act if we game across a rhino, lion, buffalo or elephant. Unfortunately those instructions were useless. Despite the presence of elephant tracks, elephant poo and elephant scratching posts our 'tracker' failed to 'track' an elephant or anything else for that matter.



In my free time i had a go at polling a mokoro (quiet please children). It's not nearly as easy as they make it look. I ended up tipping over and in the process breaking a pole. For the next two days i felt about as welcome as Michael Jackson at a wiggles concert.


The flight over the delta was an experience not to be missed, unless you were me.





Back in Maun was my first chance to use the internet since Swakopmund. Google took ten minutes to load so i didn't bother. I got told to come back tomorrow as it was unusually slow today. While in Maun two tourist operators had their minivans broken into losing pretty much everything from passports to cameras. This occurred during the day in front of the local shops bustling with people. A little reminder that you have to be careful everywhere.



The campsite we stayed at incidentally also doubled as a croc farm and had a bar, swimming pool and beach volleyball court. Not bad for the middle of Botswana.

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