Friday, November 9, 2018
Off to Kadizora Camp, Botswana - Nov. 8, 2018
Different country, different way of doing things. They don’t just pull over to the curb to drop off passengers at the airport the way we do, they angle park. And wonders of wonders, works very well.
Johannesburg Airport is big, as in really big. On the other hand, there were not many people there.
Likely you’ve guessed it. One of those photos I find on Linda’s camera. It’s a wonder she didn’t stop and buy some, for just in case. We’re the next closest thing to a traveling over the counter pharmacy with all the medications she packs.
Airlink by South African Airlines. We fly with them a number of times on this trip.
A light lunch and wine included. What’s not to like about flying on Airlink.
Waiting on our private charter that will take us to Kidazora Camp on the Okavango Delta in Botswana.
Loading our luggage in the baggage compartments. That was when we realized the reason we had to use the duffle bag O.A.T. provided, or something even smaller.
Someone had to sit in the copilots seat.
There is apparent lack of confidence in the ability of the passenger sitting in the copilots seat to operate the aircraft. I finally decided the only reason for the altimeter was so that I case I had to take over the controls I could call out to everyone how many feet there were in our vertical dive before we crashed. Bad Bob.
One side of the above is delta.
The cold towels reminded us of the Amazon, and were they ever welcome.
The cans are insect repellents.
An elephant calling card near our tent.
Why we are here.
Thought it best to let the photos do the talking. They are saying this is just a very small hint of what is store for us over the next three and half days. All I can say is that we never imagined what it would really be like. Happy Linda. Happy Bob.
P.S. As I write this on the back veranda of our tent on Friday afternoon, there is a warthog family, three baby’s and the mother finding 15 feet from where I am sitting.