After a drive of some 350km or so on arrow straight roads with odd slight kink we arrive at our final lodge in Botswana, close to the Zimbabwe border (and the Zambia and Namibia borders come to that). It's a different kettle of fish to the last one, though, as we inspect the dodgy electrical connections in our (personal) washroom and view the opaque looking pool. At least our intrepid leaders won't be hogging sunbeds around that one, although they tell Sue that it's fine to go in. We beg to differ.
We all take the inclusive safari around the nearby game reserve which is good..with a great guide.. but the journey along the road to get there is an adventure in itself; being driven in the open safari Toyota at reasonably high speed, sitting in the front, is akin to driving a car with no windscreen. Not surprised when our fellow traveller gets a high speed flying beetle about 3cm across in her face...she still bears the scar of that encounter!
The following day we are told is a rest day with suggested activities of shopping at a local Spar and filling up with diesel. But its bloody hot, so we (and a number of others) sort out an afternoon and twilight cruise on the Chobe river which turns out to be one of those unexpectedly magic moments, especially as Foster, our jovial guide/ captain edges to within metres of a very, very big croc sitting on her eggs. So, as ever, we make the most of what could have been a disappointing stop.
After a shockingly early shower the next day (literally....luckily it's only enough to give Sue a slight jolt) we're off to Zimbabwe for a couple of days. Could do with a nice hotel after this stop.
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