Maun and the Delta
We left Nata
relatively early as we seem to be getting better with packing and repacking..(if you hate packing, PLEASE do
not even consider doing a trip like this!) on our way
to Maun and Audi camp. We checked out a few websites
whilst we were still in SA and decided theirs looked good. Maun
(pronounced “Maaou” by the locals)was
also a true surprise in that we got a great rate for changing our dollars…….Halleluja, they had no complaints about our notes, (by the
way, the Pula is stronger than the rand so Botswana is NOT a cheap destination)
the town also had all the necessary shops like Shoprite,
Nando’s etc (you will note that my needs have changed
from nice interior /clothing stores to FOOD and PETROL!!!!) We were busy
changing our opinion about this country…….
BUT oh my word, when we
arrived at Audi camp, we nearly got into our car and turned around…not the look
of the place, but the absolute rudeness of the reception staff
..We have been all over traveling, have done budget, done 5 star, done
groups , done package, done individual and been in a number of continents, but
NEVER have we seen such incompetence and rudeness combined, I do hope that
someone will let the owner know as it was horrendous. I do know that the
Our site at Audi
That over, we finally found
our campsite (NOTE MOYA……. Camping !!!!!) and to calm and cool down, went for a swim in their stunning
pool. The place is VERY well kept , the ablution
blocks the best I have seen, nicely decorated and clean, but people, please do
something about your reception staff, they are hideous! The
eve we were briefed for our Delta/Makoro trip into
the bush for 1 night and 2 days by the delightful Bob, one of the managers.
He explained that we will leave the camp at 7.30 the next morning and then do a
2 hr bundu bashing trip on our way to the delta,we will then be transported
on a Makoro (similar to the Dows of Zanzibar just
with a flat bottom) where we will spend
the night in the bush with our guide and polers. A
bit of info about the Mokoro’s , every Mokoro is owned by a poler and to become one needs a lot of practice. You can
start at any age, but it is easy to tell the difference between an experienced poler and an inexperienced one. The cost of a mokoro is 1500 Pula, about R1800 and they need to be
replaced about every 5 to 8 years. It is made out of a single piece of
wood/trunk so they mostly made out of Boabab or
Sausage Tree stumps.
Bundu Bashing on our way to the Delta..wonder if Stan would have made it!
We arrived at the village
where our polers live after a nightmare trip in one
of those open game viewing Toyotas….looks very Hollywood safari style, but
bloody windy and cold AND extremely bumpy so early in the morning, and most of
all, my back took a bad hammering, can’t win them all. We did come across 2
elephants on our way though, so that made up for lot.After entering
the Delta area which is surrounded by buffalo fencing to keep Foot and Mouth
disease out, we collected out poler, Killer Jimmy (so
baptized by his parents according to him, but just for the record, he is not
the type of person who will allow the truth to stand in the way of a good
story!) and Dennis (turned out to be the strongest little man I have seen in my
whole life! About Bianca’s size with Zack’s strength!)
Loading the Mokoros
Strongman Dennis
We were truly amazed at how
these guys managed to get all the stuff for the camp on a little boat like
that, tents, fold up chairs, a table, food, pots and pans!! Check the pic. Off we went on the Delta and what a truly amazing
experience this was. You are literally part of nature as you are so close to the
water with only the sound of the delta surrounding you. Stewart and I were on a
mokoro with Killer Jimmy and strongman Dennis took
all the camping gear. We met up with an overlanding
crowd on the Delta and here we realized how good our polers
were, as one of their Mokoros took in water and had
to stop to empty the water out. This trip on the river is a photographers dream
and I went overboard with pics. At one stage we had
to dodge a Hippo as they are very dangerous and if disturbed, will go for the mokoro.
Scenes from the Delta The famous pair!! The polers(note how close to the water you are)
We arrived at our “campsite”
which is just a clearing in the bush and started putting up camp despite the
fact that Richard, the cook, gleefully pointed out the hyena tracks all over
exactly the spot where our tent was supposed to go……….remember my fear of
getting up at night to wee and the hyenas!!!!!!! Nobody seemed too bothered
about that though. Other than that it was lovely though and after a rest, we
went on a walk with Killer Jimmy(KJ) as out guide. We
came across an elephant burial ground and also saw Giraffe (my favourite animals as I find them so graceful) as well as the
standard Zebra. Got back to the camp just as the sun was setting and a stunning
meal cooked by Richard awaited us. We chatted around the fire for a while, but
since this trip our sleeping patterns changed a lot , we seem to be dead tired
at about 8.30/9 O’Clock in the eve and are up at
least at 5.30 in the morning, so we went to bed (or shall I say tent ) early,
needless to say I spend a nervous night as I needed to do my things a few times
during the night and Stewart is a sound
sleeper to say the least…….he did go with me once though!
Killer Jimmy (check the cap)
Our Bushcamp
A bit of tree hugging!
The next morning we had an early breakfast and Stewart left with KJ on another walk, unfortunately I could not join them as my back, due to the previous day's bumpy ride and long walk, was quite painful. I spent the morning finishing my book (need to stock up again soon as i am running out!), whilst Stew had an eventful walk ... see below.
KJ and I set out early, in
search of wildlife, and especially elephant, which I was keen to see on foot.
We walked next to one of the many inland
pans, where evidence of elephant, hippo, and other smaller animals was very
evident. I asked KJ why the hippo dung close to the water was scattered. He
said the hippo did this themselves when returning each morning to the water. He
did not know why, but told this tale to explain why:
“ Long ago Mr Hippo and Mr Fire were good
friends. Mr Hippo lived by the dam, and visited Mr Fire up on the hill. One day Mr Hippo asked Mr
Fire to visit him, But Mr Fire warned him that he was very hot, and might burn
his home. But Mr Hippo insisted, so Mr Fire came down from the hill and visited
Mr and Mrs Hippo. But the heat got too much for them, and they sought the
cooling shelter of the dam. Mr Fisherman
was furious, however, as he was certain Mr and Mrs Hippo would eat all his
fish. So Mr Hippo agreed they would leave the dam every night, to eat grass,
and to prove to the fisherman he had not eaten any fish, before he returned to
the water every morning, he would scatter his dung so the fisherman could
check what he had eaten.”
We saw giraffe, some
nondescript antelope, but no elephant, until heading back to camp, we spotted 2
elephants. We carefully circled them, both magnificent creatures, lords of the
bush. Unbeknown (at that stage) to us, there was a 3rd elephant
close by, that is until we
surprised the 3rd elephant –
or was it he that surprised us! We had approached him upwind, so he had not
realized we were there until we saw him.
KJ and I quickly backtracked, and skirted around him and headed back to camp. After a 21/2 hour
walk, the elephant had been less than 20 minutes walk from our Camp!
Later that same day, we packed up camp, and headed back to the pickup point in the mokoros. But our elephant viewing was not over, as we came across another Nellie, casually bathing in the river, and not about to give up his bathroom privileges to us mere mortals. KJ and the others recognized this elephant, which only had one tusk showing, as a particular problem-child. No amount of shouting, banging of pans and clapping of hands disturbed Nellie’s ablutions, until KJ hit on an ingenious plan to set fire to a small reed thicket upwind of the elephant. The resulting popping and cracking of the fire sounded so similar to gunshots that Nellie beat a hasty retreat into the bush! KJ had saved the day, and we were free to resume our leisurely mokoro trip downstream.
He obviously needs NO gym!
What a life!
We arrived back at Audi Camp
at about 6 O”Clock,absolutely
bushed, but there is nothing that a cold
Rush hour at Maun.....prefer this to the N2!!!
The next morning we left early , but first hit the morning rush hour just outside Maun… as well as a suicide bomber in the form of a Hornbill
that flew straight into our windscreen!! What a start to another great day in
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