The next morning we were off to the Okavango Delta. We were dropped off at the Kasane airport again and took this lovely six-seater to our next camp. Notice the ominous clouds in the background.
I was doing ok and wasn't getting any motion sickness. But it didn't help when Chase dozed off for a nap and I was left to my own devices a couple of thousand feet up in the air. The thunderstorms were far off so I was able to get a good shot of what it looked like from up there.
This is one of two runways we landed on before we reached our camp. The couple in the seats in front of us were dropped off and we continued on our way to the northeastern border of the delta. Both times, there were animals on the runway. The first time, the pick-up car ran the zebras off the track. The second time, our pilot made a low swoop to scare off the giraffes.
Most of the roads in the delta were getting completely water-logged. We had a fun ride to our camp. And here's the view from where we were sitting. I can't say enough about the guides throughout our trip. These men and women (yes!) were experts in driving, in hospitality, humor, knowledge about the land, tracking, and storytellers. Growing up in the bush gives them such a different perspective than what we have. Oh, and they have hawk eyes. They can see the bush in such a different way and can spot animals, birds, and plant life like it's in their own backyard. And it is!
After the drive, which took about 45 minutes because we were literally driving in water most of the time, we hopped on a boat and were taken to a tiny island which housed just our camp, Little Vumbura. The entire camp has just 6 rooms, a dining area, lounge, library, bar, plunge pools, and gift shop! And then of course there's a whole back section which is out of sight for guests which is dedicated to the staff, guides, and management of the camp. It was really well run. I would highly recommend Little Vumbura. It was our little oasis for three nights. Here's the last picture taken on our wonderful Canon G11. We were greeting by the staff singing African folk songs and as we disembarked I handed the camera to Chase warning him that the strap was faulty. And as I was introducing myself to the staff I looked over my shoulder to see Chase lurching for a falling camera. Down it went into the delta. And one poor staff lady had to reach down in there while the other staff members were holding her body from falling off the deck and retrieved our camera. We tried our best to air everything out and give it time. It still works electronically, but the lens has water on it and so we suffered the rest of our trip without a real camera. Just our Iphones and a small point-and-shoot we brought as a back up. Needless to say I am finally glad that one of our cameras did not die on my watch (as the other two have). HA!
