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Our “camp” for the next two nights will be rather comfortable, our one stay at a lodge during our safari until its conclusion at Victoria Falls – which isn’t a lodge anyway (more on all this later). We’ve come up-river to the Xugana Lodge, about a five hour boat ride along the Moanachira River from the Xakanaxa Boat Station not too far from our last camp at Fourth Bridge.
Jul 21, 2004 Okavango Delta, Botswana
Tom Schueneman2006-03-27 15:37:49
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the lion will make any move before twilight diminish.
I personally think it’s good for a human’s soul to get out of their technology and advertising driven lives, full of plastic, over-consumption, meaningless distraction, and noise, to quietly watch nature working. Yes, it does mean sitting still for a time – but it’s good for you. Instead of watching some inane, entirely unrealistic reality TV crap, go out and watch some real reality. Oops! I seem to have stumbled onto a soapbox there for a second or two, I promise that won’t happen again until the next time... See what happens when my brain isn’t muddled by malaria medication?
Anyway, our boat ride up river was both interesting and uniquely restful and even inspiring; giving a real sense of the Okavango Delta. In case I haven’t mentioned it before, the Okavango Delta is the largest inland delta system in the world. Fed by the wet season runoff from the highlands of Angola, the delta spreads out in northwestern Botswana into a maze of channels, islands, and lagoons – all disappearing into the sands of the Kalahari, its southern-most point around Maun, where we started our safari.
From the boat station, our expert boat driver headed northwest as we settled into our little aluminum river cruiser, easily accommodating the nine of us (Stanley is staying behind for this portion of the trip and will meet up with us on Friday when we fly back downriver). The boat had an aluminum canopied top suitable for teenagers – and eventually Jayne – to go up top and sun themselves. I settled myself in a jumper seat that rode low in the water near the bow. Stretching my feet out in front of me, the spray from the bow got the sides of my shoes wet, but I didn’t care. I fancied myself as some intrepid explorer on safari in the African interior; going upriver to an exotic and remote camp to explore the wilderness. Which was all true, of course, except for the “intrepid explorer”
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