Kasane – meeting point of four countries – Namibia, Zambia, Zimbabwe and Botswana.
Street market stalls in Kasane.

The people crafting in the villages and vendors along the street are having a hard time because of the lack of tourists in these times. Crafters, vendors, tourists – they all form part of an economy feeding into a greater network of keeping the habitat shared by wildlife and people alike, well and alive. And, what is not always apparent, they all need protection from being exploited. Crafters and vendors need a fair price for their products in return for their input; tourists need to invest in products that reflect community values, artistic skills and pride, supporting a socially worthwhile industry. Communities living in close contact with wildlife, need to be compensated for any damage caused by its occasional intrusion and wildlife likewise needs to be protected from human intrusion and possible exploitation. It is a delicate balance between the forces of natural occurrences such as flooding and droughts and the forces of man-made disasters caused by greed in conjunction with ill-placed and directed demands for mythical properties by not so gentle horny men from the East.

Here is the rub: our touristy footprint, large as it is – travelling 6000 km from the tip of the continent in the South to the tip of Botswana in the North – needs to be seen in context. We are contributing to keeping one of the last wilderness habitats on earth alive and well as best we can. Since the Amazon rainforest, earth’s breathing lung, is step by step ruthlessly being auctioned off – all visitors to the Chobe flood plains and the Okavango delta in the North of Botswana are charged with supporting these last remaining areas of wildlife on earth. It is an infinitely worthwhile task requiring immense commitment. It is not without danger, not without questions and problems, and considerable resources are to be spent on it. But in the end, to be near to our fellow creatures, unhindered, and in the process being transformed ourselves, becoming considerate, appreciative, humbler and quieter and better equipped to be rewarded with experiencing the joy, grace and beauty of wild animals living in their natural habitat.

There are no roads here, just pathways through the thicket.

Giraffes always seem to display a tender air of curiosity. It is said they have no voice, even in adversity and the most extravagantly lovely eye lashes.

Aish … !

Meadow islands during the dry season.

A harem of Impalas.

What an impressive set of horns, like scimitars.

Hyenas in amorous pursuit.

We stayed downwind in one spot near a watering hole and were rewarded with some lovely views, unnoticed.
Later that afternoon we chugged along on the Chobe river which here forms the border between Botswana and Namibia.
Amazingly the wildlife on both sides of the river not only appears to be untroubled by our presence but even seems to enjoy being watched. They couldn’t give a tinker’s cuss about our motorised goings-about while wading over and feeding on the river islands. It seemed they were feeling safe for the while under our watch and would return before nightfall to the Botswana side of the river, away from the Namibian side from where poachers had recently crossed the border and been swiftly apprehended by Botswana wildlife protection teams.

Chobe islands – for some time disputed by Namibia but now settled to belong to Botswana. Here elevated during the dry season.

River bank dwellings, fenced off to keep the hippos out.

The little dot is a baby elephant.

These baboons seem to be lighter in frame and colour than their Chacma cousins in the Cape.

When in the rainy season the waters arrive from the Angolan Highlands, these islands will be completely flooded and inaccessible.

Sunset over Namibia.

It was a great adventure for us and we thank the Bhejane team for their guidance and wonderful care. We would not have been able to do this trip on our own and we consider ourselves lucky to have done it in the company of a group of like-minded travellers who we met as strangers and parted from as friends.
Thank you.

With love
Colleen & Walter
27 Sept 2021


Deep sand demands your full attention – keep the momentum going throughout …
Domestic animals roam freely along the road and there are no fences.

… and every now and then an elephant …

… or a pride of lazy lions after a kill …

… a herd of a few hundred buffaloes …

… we reach our open campsite on the banks of a tributary to the Khwai river. Open – yes, open; no fences and the hippo pool is just around the corner … and the trees are difficult to climb …

The next morning we pick up hyena and leopard spoors – silent visitors of the night. Not so silent were the mighty hippopotamoi … they stepped out when night had fallen, feeding on the sweet green juicy river grasses on the swampy borders while you lie awake, listening to their grinding crunching wallowing, heart-stoppingly near to your tent, a sheet of canvas away … hippos are well known to be short tempered, easily turning into tempestuous beasts when disturbed at mealtimes …

The next morning Mokoros arrive, steered by young people from nearby villages.

At the Hippo pool. Somewhere in the background on the river bank a crocodile is lurking, invisible to the unsuspecting eye.

The Mokoros, tree dug-outs originally, are a means of transport for the local population. To stake tourists along the quieter waterways, has become an additional income generator. The modern Mokoro is made of fibre glass and their owners are proudly showing off their skills in keeping their wobbly crafts in balanced motion. This is your moment of feigning pluckiness in an environment that is not without concealed danger while to all appearances leisurely drifting among beds of waterlilies.

Afternoon time at one of the watering holes, watching game come and go – zebras, elephants, storks …

Evening outing on the Boteti river.

Part III of III to follow …

With love
Colleen and Walter
Sunday 26 Sept 2021


In a time of psycho-terror induced mass hysteria, it is good to go away for a while – to a place of inner quietness and peace or a place away from the maddening crowds.

The Makgadikgadi salt pan, the largest such complex of its kind on earth – a once great lake of 16 000 square kilometres.
Walking barefoot, trying to get in touch with the ancient silence.

Botswana is such a place, about the size of Madagascar, slightly larger than France, shared by less than 2.5 Million people, where 80% of the landmass is covered by the Kalahari desert and two great river systems which seasonally and partially transform the northern landscape into a vast inland river delta, home to abundant wildlife.

After rendezvousing with a group of fellow travellers in Botswana we set out on a ten day adventure – the first destination Kubu island in the Makgadikgadi salt pan.

Kubu Island – a granite rock outcrop within an ancient lake which has since dried up; an archeologically explored site; a holy site for the local people, and a national monument. Access with 4×4 during the dry season only is strictly regulated.

Granite boulders on Kubu Island.

Our group – quietly following the sun’s path down over Kubu Island.

Sunset over Kubu Island.

Driving a 4×4 on a hard surface which can become treacherous during the rainy season; being in a group of 14 fellow travellers only just met, could also be a hazardous undertaking – quite apart from your so-called carbon footprint (about which we must talk a little further on) – you cannot but be in awe of experiencing the immensity of space encircling you and the depth of time gone bye.

Hoodia pilifera. South African “desert cactus”. The peeled fleshy stems were used by the Khoi-San (Bushmen) herders of South Africa and Namibia as appetite and thirst suppressants in times of critical survival mode such as extended hunting expeditions.

Our team leader, Pete, in conversation.

Adansonia digitata – African baobab – this one might be over a thousand years old. They are thought to reach an age of 1500 years. A great number of stone tools have been recovered on Kubu Island, dating back to the earliest time of homo sapiens.
Luncheon break on our way to Maun.

Part II of III to follow …

With love as always
Colleen & Walter
24 Sept 2021
“Heritage Day”