48 Hours in the Botswana’s Okavango Delta
You’d imagine that when visiting one of the world’s richest and most unique ecosystems, two days wouldn’t really be enough. But it was just enough; enough to convince me that there is no place on earth like the Okavango Delta.
Of course I’d read about it, seen spectacular images and marveled at the abundance of wildlife that it offered, but nothing could quite prepare me for my first time visiting this area of Botswana and the adjoining concession of the Linyanti.

After a short plane ride on a tiny plane fondly known as a ‘bush taxi’, I was greeted by immigration officials of impala, a few kudu and warthog foraging for food on their hide legs. Happy to be free of the motion-sickness, my guide Steve was there to greet with the brightest of smiles and off we ventured to my luxury glamp site and home for two nights.

I’d hardly touched base before drinks arrived, my luggage was whisked off to my colonial chic tent and the sun decided it was high time to show off its greatest splendour over the savannah sprawled out beyond our camp on raised platforms. Fiery smudges shot out at every angle on the canvas before us as the nocturnal animals began to awaken and call towards the night. With no separation from the wild here, a guide has to accompany all guests to and from their rooms after dark. The thought of powerful predators walking in and around the raised decks was both a terrifying and exhilarating thought.


With a four poster bed, hot shower ( with an available outdoor shower), my own writing desk and balcony with a view that couldn’t be matched, I was almost tempted to never my luxury bush dwelling. Two hours later after a gourmet breakfast beneath the trees and now adrift on a mokoro ( canoe) through the swamps, I was ever so happy I did.


My guide in his own mokoro in front of me and my own ‘poler’ maneuvering his way between the reeds by pushing the pole downward into the shallow swamp, I glided past Angolan-reed frogs, spiders and tiny birds all getting about the day in the morning light. When I imagined that I’d found my happy place, the unexpected unfolded only metres in front of me. Sure you expect to see elephants when visiting Botswana, but a huge herd passing through the water right in front of your mokoro as you stare open-mouthed engulfed by the loud swishing sound of their powerful legs wading through water? I took me by such surprise that I didn’t know whether to just watch, film it on the GoPro or take a million photos. In the end I opted for a bit of all three and just looked at my poler’s face to see if he too has just witnessed what I did. Of course he had, probably a hundred times or more. Still, he smile- almost richer for having the privilege of watching these majestic creatures move about in this corner of the earth.


By morning and evening daylight my guide and I explored endless, pristine wilderness of delta before the dry, winter season arrived. Unbelievably the delta has more water during its ‘dry, winter’ season that it’s rainy summer. Reason being that once the massive Angolan plateau rains fall, all the biggest rivers leading down to the delta flood and leave the area adrift in water. Most plant and animal species have the region have adapted to life mostly submerged in water as well as dry.
Instead of just savannah and dry bushveld, tropical palm trees, marshes and even baobabs sprung up in patches as if photoshopped into the African landscape. A bumpy ride on 4×4 only sandy routes took us past zebra, baboons, impala, a female kudu feeding her young, elephants, ground hornbill fighting over a frog, lechwe close to the water and a lone hyena running along the ‘road’ out of sight.

When it was too hot for the animals to be out, we retired to our tents where midday siestas, lunch and high tea of salmon rolls, cake and fruit were served. With no other game vehicles in sight other than one or two from my own camp, it was time for G&T’s lakeside where only an hour before I had spotted a hippo revealing only his nostrils, eyelids and moist, tiny ears.
Having lived in South Africa, I had been on many game drives before but here in Botswana it seemed like together with the guests at our camp we were the only people in this corner of the earth. With nothing much separating us from the wild animals that roamed the delta and no wifi to remind us of the real world, I felt joyfully lost in the bush. With a pair of giant elephant bulls fighting between distant palm trees and boma fire dancing, I realized that 48 hours here was never going to be enough.

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