Monday, November 12, 2018
Breakfast time. First sighting of the day.
Morning has broken like the first morning, Africa has spoken like mankind's first home.
Linda is already for another day’s outing.
This morning we are visiting the closest village. Closest being relative.
Looking up at the ceiling of one of the houses.
This a house, Pat, one of the camp guides is constructing. The bricks are made from termite mound dirt mixed with water and formed using a plastic jug with the bottom cut off.
The kitchen. Food is cooked over a wood fire in the small ring.
People with more money build houses of cement blocks.
Everything on Pat’s property, he has built himself. His aim is to have houses his friends and relatives can stay in when they visit. He has a fiancé who who will marry when he has finished his building and saved enough money to provide for her and give here and their children, they already have one daughter, the life they deserve. His long term goal is to become the chief of the village. He is a young man with a plan for life.
Roughly translated the sign says, Don’t ask to buy if you have no money.
I know that dancer!
Everyone got into the act.
Like I said, everyone got into the act. And not to tell tails, but as acclaimed the groups dancer with the most hustle in the bustle. Linda never did take any photos of my moves, I suspect they were so awesome she was paralyzed, sort of like a bird in front of a cobra. Delusional Bob.
Actually she didn’t take any photos because she took a video of my what ever it was called.
The little girls were so cute as they shook it up.
Linda bought this tiny basket bowl that Gracious made from grass.
Life simple pleasures.
Mt little buddy. We had fun together while the ladies danced.
Why we travel.
You win, I’m out of here.
Basket close-up. I would be in big trouble if I didn’t post it. Smart Bob.
A correction. Yesterday I posted the elephants tear the bark of these trees sharpening their tusks. Not so. The tear the bark off these trees because they love to the eat the bark.
Baobab tree killed and partially eaten by elephants. Eventually they will eat it all, then they will kill another one.
Lifting a limb of the Baobab tree. They are extremely lightweight.
K.T. showing how to make a noose trap to catch a bird. As a boy one of his jobs was to snare birds for the family’s supper. We were in awe as we watched him take some stringy wood from the dead Baobab and turn it into this trap.
The trap is set. He had Linda reach for the bait and the trap sprung. No fingers were lost in the demonstration.
Art photo by Linda. She didn’t have a clue how she took it. And so ends another great day in Botswana.
Sunday, November 11, 2018
What a difference a day makes. Only 500 photos to look at and decide which ones to include. I think I may have gotten a little carried away with photos yesterday, but it was such an awesome day I just couldn’t help myself.
Our guide, K.T., talking about some of the wildlife we asked about.
Monkey in tree to right, and we all try to get a photo. We are still new at this African wildlife thing. Patience comes with time. He’s towards the left side on the horizontal limb.
Getting a little better at this monkey photo thing.
Even better. It is eating part of a bird a larger monkey higher up in the tree hidden by leaves has caught. The big monkey drops parts of the bird to smaller monkeys lower down in the tree.
Everyone has a different idea of what beauty is. Botswana is a beautiful country in whatever form it takes.
Baby ostrich tracks.
There coloration blends right in with the grass.
Two different hatchings of little ones. Photographing them isn’t all that easy. FYI, the two adults are a male and female. The female is a “dominate” female and she will raise any chicks she can take away from their mother. This way the strongest mother ensures the survival of the strongest chicks. Natural selection at work.
No comment necessary.
They don’t just eat leaves up in the trees. Little tree also have good tasting leaves.
When she’s ready, he’s ready.
The look of a guy in love, giraffe style.
Babies are so cute, no matter what the species.
Time to say goodbye.
African civet, at least I think that’s what K.T. said it was.
What happens when your camera focuses on the tall grass in the foreground.
Once again Linda comes through.
There is also a lot of this to find those creatures.
But the reward is worth it. Cheetahs.
Time for a break.
We weren’t the only ones who were having a snack.
It’s easy to guess who has the right of way.
Little ones protected by the big ones.
Mother and three baby warthogs 10 feet of the veranda as I sat writing yesterdays post.
This tree is less than ten feet from our veranda. The marks I am pointing to are where elephants have sharpened their tusks, tearing off the bark.
Bar and lounge area at the camp.
An evening on the water.
Cattle have the right of way.
Sitting on the beach enjoying life.
The end of another awesome day in Botswana.