We’ve just returned to South Camp and it’s almost dark. Stretching our stiff limbs, the place is silent tonight since we are the only campers. And then we hear it, a soft swishing sound in the grass. Moving cautiously to the edge of the tree line in the deep twilight, we can just make out a solid mass of elephants mere metres away from us.
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Text Willie Olivier [/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] A hippopotamus in Khaudum? “No way. It’s impossible!” I replied when the bar tender at the TUCSIN Tsumkwe Lodge, where I […]
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Text and Photographs Annabelle Venter [/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] We wake early and it’s still dark on the banks of the Okavango River. The young Pel’s Fishing Owl is […]
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Text Elzanne McCulloch Photographs Le Roux van Schalkwyk [/vc_column_text][vc_column_text] We meander through the wet and green wonderland that is Bwabwata National Park. Our guide Eustace […]
The car is packed, the rooftop tent strapped and you bought more snacks than you should have for the nine or so hour drive to Bwabwata National Park from Windhoek. It’s a long haul north, but now you have hit the sharp right turn, leaving Rundu in your rearview mirror. Each tree is starting to look greener than the one before as you cruise alongside the Okavango River, keeping a keen eye open for the entrance to your accommodation.