I will apologize in advance for the length of this blog post, but you gotta understand I’ve been on 9 hours of flights and 4 hours of layovers today.

Today I begin my first real South American adventure and as you can see I have sported purple for this particular trip. These toes likely won’t see daylight again until the last part of my trip but one always needs to be prepared.

I did stop briefly years ago in Caracas, Venezuela, when the cruise lines were still stopping there. It was a much less volatile time, but even then we boarded the tour bus in a compound surrounded by barbed wire, had a police escort, entered a hotel through a secure loading dock for our luncheon, and the tourist areas we visited were blocked off to locals. We visited a Murano Glass factory out in the countryside that was amazing.

On this trip I will visit only two countries, Ecuador and Peru, over the next 28 days on small group tours with my favourite tour company, G Adventures. I have previously travelled with them to Costa Rica, Turkey, and The Balkans and I already have a trip booked with them for next year to Israel and Jordan.

The past few weeks have just flown by and I can hardly believe that this trip is here. I’m embarrassed to admit that aside from the detailed itinerary provided by G Adventures I hadn’t read anything about the places I’m going but I have downloaded a couple of guide books and got a start reading them on the flights today. Looks like I’m in for some unique experiences. And on a day when we sadly learn of the sudden death of Gord Brown, MP, at a too young age of 57, life is all about experiences and carpe diem.

Living at Lansdowne in Ottawa has been a delight, but sometimes it creates some interesting challenges. Most of you will know that the Red Blacks CFL team (and league champions year before last) plays at the TD Place Stadium here. When there is a home game the area is full of fun and chaos. Unless you’re trying to get in or out of the parking garage and then it is just chaos. However, there is also a soccer team, the Ottawa Fury FC of the United Soccer League who are at the beginning of their season. It never occurred to me to check the schedule mid-week, mid-day, but alas, today was a specially scheduled game to allow 10,000 students from across the area to arrive, you got it, just as I was about to grab an Uber. Fortunately, in my normal Mrs Fines mode (for those of you who don’t know, my Mom, Mrs Fines, was always copiously early for everything) I was early. So I walked south on Bank Street to grab an Uber on the other side of the canal. Fortunately that was the only hiccup with getting out of town.

The first of 3 flights, this one to Toronto, was on time, with just a little bit of turbulence to assist in my nap. Once in Toronto, I had to change from D gates to E gates, for my next flight to Bogotá, Colombia. My goodness, the hallways went on and on. I had no trouble getting my steps in today, even with the aid of moving walkways.

My first Air Canada Rouge flight from Toronto to Bogotá, Colombia was next and this 6ish hour flight actually ran a bit early. I didn’t notice that the seats were very much closer together on this down-scale version of Air Canada’s offering but when you’re only 5’3” that’s not all that critical. A rare benefit to being short. There was a complimentary meal service that was relatively tasty, although as you can see from the pic, it was the teeniest meal I think I’ve ever seen. Alcohol is available but you have to pay for it. A hint if you’re flying Rouge for the first time, there is no on-board entertainment so download their App before flying to use your tablet or phone to show movies enroute.

My final flight was on Air Canada Partner Avianca From Bogotá to Quito. It was less than 2 hours, but this late into the day seemed to take forever. It’s a really nice airline though, and the flight attendants (all female) wore striking red capes and hats as they traveled through the airport. They fed us a snack that appeared to be a cheese wrap. And I’ve already made an amazing discovery, parsnip chips taste just like potato chips.

This flight was a little late getting in, but the special service I got going through customs made up for it. Must be the blue eyes or maybe the confused look, but I was directed to a kiosk with no line up and after a very simple and friendly interview by the customs agent I was on my way.

The capital city of Ecuador, Quito, is at 9350 feet above sea level which makes it the second highest national capital in the world, second only to La Paz, Bolivia. This of course means that altitude sickness is a real possibility with its symptoms of head ache, difficulty sleeping, feeling like you can’t catch your breath, vomiting, dizziness, etc. Sounds like a pharmaceutical ad, doesn’t it?

I have to admit that I’ve fretted a little about this, OK a lot, but I have taken some precautions to mitigate the effects of going from just 300 feet above sea level to 9350 feet in one day. I’ve come 2 full days ahead of the start of my tour to give myself a chance to acclimate to the altitude before starting out. I’m going to try and stay hydrated, avoid alcohol, and I’ve started taking medication that is supposed to help. So far, I’m feeling a little light headed and I take an involuntary deep breath every once in a while, but no issue with walking up stairs or briskly with the porter. We’ll see how tonight goes as the effects don’t really hit for 24 hours or so.

I was picked up outside of the baggage area by a delightful young man named Hector. (arranged by G Adventures, I didn’t just go with the first good looking guy that came along). He is very knowledgable about languages and we had an interesting discussion in the 45 minutes from the airport. He studied journalism in University and has a plethora of jobs.

So I’m stowed at the hotel for the night and I likely won’t do anything terribly adventurous tomorrow. Thanks for coming along on another adventure.

When last we talked I had just finished a fantastic tour of southern Africa – South Africa, Namibia, Botswana, Zimbabwe and (accidentally) Zambia. It was the tour of a lifetime.  But did you really think I’d be content to stop there? Ha!

After putting a toe in the water of the African continent, I decided it was time that I hit another continent so this time I’ve chosen South America. I’ve stopped briefly in Venezuela on a cruise, and visited Costa Rica and Belize in Central America but this time I’m headed for Ecuador and Peru!

I’m doing back to back tours with my favourite small group adventures group, G Adventures. I’ve previously travelled with them to Costa Rica, Turkey and the Balkans.

https://www.gadventures.com

The first tour is 19 days on a “Journeys” Tour which are tours G Adventures has developed in conjunction with National Geographic and which includes some pretty special activities. Here is the description from G which says it much better than I could.

“Experience some of South America’s incredible sites on a 16-day adventure that brings together the awe-inspiring landscapes of Ecuador and the vivid cultures of Peru. Explore the Amazon rainforest and sleep under its living, orchestral canopy during two days at our jungle lodge; follow in the footsteps of the Incas at iconic Machu Picchu; and feel at home among the people of the Sacred Valley. From the cacophony of the Amazon to the silent beauty of the Andes, echoes of this experience will resound long after the trip is over.”

The tour starts in Quito, Ecuador and I’ll spend 3 nights there, acclimating to the elevation before the tour starts. It’s at near 10,000 feet above sea level. Then we take off and tour some really interesting looking spots in Ecuador, including a couple of nights at a lodge in the Amazon jungle. Then we fly to Lima, Peru and on to the Sacred Valley for some interesting experiences before heading by train to Machu Picchu. No, I’m not doing the hike.

Then it’s back to Lima for my flight back to Quito to join up with the second tour in the Galapagos. For 9 nights, home will be the 20 passenger Montserrat, although we’ll only have 13 passengers on board.  During that time we’ll visit the Central, South and East Islands of this amazing part of the world.

Again, in G Adventures words:

“There’s simply no better place to appreciate the magic of this precious little blue planet of ours than the Galápagos Islands. Join us aboard the roomy Monserrat for a mind-expanding cruising adventure through the archipelago’s central, southern and eastern islands. Hike the dramatic black lava flows of volcanic Bartolomé Island, snorkel with sea lions and other aquatic beasts, go for a hike on Española or opt to laze about on her white-sand beaches instead. With a pair of naturalist guides on hand to answer your questions, you’ll come home with a perspective you simply can’t put a price tag on.”

This adventure is not without its challenges. I’ve already mentioned the altitude. For much of the 19 days we’ll be at high altitude so I’ve got pills that may help to mitigate the undesirable effects and I have booked 2 extra nights in Quito before my tour starts to help adjust before doing anything strenuous. In addition, I’ll also have to deal with potential seasickness. I am a good sailor and I’ve picked a time that is supposed to be more calm than some, so I hope I make out OK. And the third is the usual one, packing for all sorts of different climates. I’ll be going from the cool highlands of Ecuador and Peru to the hot and damp jungle and the warm marine weather of the Galapagos where I expect to spend most of my time in the water. I’ve bought a new suitcase that is soft sided carry-on size and hope to take only it and a backpack on this trip. No more 50 pound bags for me.

But of course, part of the adventure and fun of travel is overcoming the challenges and having those stories to tell. With only 55 days before my adventure the anticipation is building and that’s helping me get through days like today………..

 

 

 

I have been chilling out at the Holiday Inn Rosebank this week, preparing for my trip home (sadly, instead of my 5 day tour to Kruger National Park). Rosebank is in the lovely green suburbs north of downtown Johannesburg. It’s quite the head fake after travelling through rural Africa and game parks to suddenly arrive at a modern hotel which could be anywhere in North America. Even more bizarre is that it’s attached to an ultra-modern complex of shops, restaurants and entertainment. I have to say I’ve rarely been more pleased to find a Starbucks.

I’ve been laying low and gradually building back up my food intake and I was feeling sufficiently renewed this morning to spend a day exploring Johannesburg on the Hop On, Hop Off Bus with an extension into Soweto. I made a point to not tire myself out by doing anything challenging and stayed on the bus, listening to the audio, other than transferring HOHO buses.

The HOHO Bus system here is really easy to use and part of the international group. The Green Line Bus started out touring the green spaces here in the north end of the city, such as Zoo Lake and the Zoo. Seems almost like cheating when all you have to do is drive out of town a bit to go get such exotic specimens! Next we headed south, up the hill towards downtown, through neighbourhoods of beautifully landscaped and huge mansions of the early and more recent wealthy inhabitants of the city.

Below is the very posh St. John’s private school where many of the next leaders of South Africa are being educated located in the northern suburbs.

Before heading towards the Central Business District (CBD) the bus stopped at the spot for us to change buses to the CBD HOHO Red Line at Constitution Hill.

Maybe I need to fill in a little history here – and believe me it’s a little, because I have to admit to not fully paying attention today. I intentionally left my camera behind and decided just to take it easy.

It’s very unusual for major cities to be located so far from access to an ocean port for ease of incoming and outgoing trade, but Johannesburg is one such city. It’s also at an unusually high altitude for a large city, sitting at about 6000 feet. It’s also a relatively young city, being founded in 1886 as a result of the discovery of gold in the area and resulting gold rush. The city planners of the day expected the town to peak and then die as most gold rush cities have, and so they set up a relatively small grid of streets for the downtown core. Oops. There are now upward of 4.4 million living in the city, with approx 8 million in the metropolitan area.

In the early days a fort was built at the top of Constitution Hill and it eventually became a collection of prisons. Under Apartheid, the prisons became swollen with political prisoners, especially during the anti-pass campaigns in the 1960s and the Soweto student uprisings of 1976. Nelson Mandela and Oliver Tambo were both incarcerated here during their treason trials in 1956.

By 1983 the prisoners had all be transferred and the prisons had all been abandoned until 1990 when discussions began on what to do to revitalize the whole area. After much discussion and public consultation, the new democratic South African Constitutional Court opened on Human Rights Day, March 21, 2004 and the rest of the site including museums, tourist attractions and public facilities opened to the public.

After changing to the Red Line, the route took us through downtown to see landmark buildings including Carlton Centre, with it’s 50 story viewing platform, and the mining district, obviously an important part of the city’s growth. Not far from the core, the bus turned into the parking lot of a huge casino near a mining theme park complete with Ferris wheel, and other rides where I transferred to a small van for the tour of Soweto. The young man who was our guide, gave me my African name, of “Palessa”, probably spelled wrong, meaning flower. Turned out to only be 2 of us, Tom from San Diego, here for a family wedding, and myself. So off we went.

Where do we get our preconceived notions of places and things we know nothing about? Well, I’m embarrassed to say that I was so totally wrong about Soweto. First of all I knew that both Nelson Mandela and Desmond Tutu had both lived in Soweto. But I was expecting a smallish Township, and a quick in and out tour. Two hours later I am much better educated but still have many questions.

Our first quick drive by, was the now iconic stadium, officially known as FNB Stadium (FNB is a major SA Bank), but also referred to as the Calabash or Soccer City. If you know what a calabash is you’ll immediately see what it’s called that – a gourd or ceramic pot made for making/serving beer. See the suds on top? And some of you will recognize it as the venue that was used for the opening/closing ceremonies for the 2010 FIFA World Cup and the first and last games when it was known as Soccer City. But I remember it as the venue for the very emotional 2013 memorial for Nelson Mandela. It’s also hosted such super-stars as Madonna, and sigh, yes Justin Bieber. At least our guide admitted to liking Drake more.

Then it was on to Soweto. So first of all, Soweto is not the name of a single township but rather stands for South West Townships, and it’s made up of several different townships – 29 to be precise. (Don’t l look like a total geek?)

And the townships are not all monolithic. Yes, there are the tin-shed kind of areas like we saw in Capetown, but see the houses to my left in the picture above? They are in the townships as well. There is infrastructure like power and water and gas stations and Pick and Pays. And there are close to 2 million people and the largest hospital in Africa with more than 3000 beds.

As some of South Africa’s black population becomes more affluent, many are moving into the traditionally white neighbourhoods, but many are staying in the townships because they don’t want to leave the sense of community that exists there. However, there are now BMWs parked outside some of the homes, and a second story has been added.

We stopped briefly at another iconic site in Soweto, to get a quick pic. These towers used to be coal generated power plants, and when they were decommissioned, they decided to turn them into a symbol of the community and use them to display images of life in the ‘hood. They now house a bungee jumping venue (outside) and free fall flying (inside) which so sadly was closed today, NOT.

On a more serious note, we then headed to the Hector Pieterson Memorial. Hector was 12 when he was shot during student protests against the use of Afrikaans in the schools just 400m from this spot June 16, 1976. 20,000 students participated in the protest and although official count of deaths that day was 176, other counts have been quoted as high as 700. June 16th each year is a public holiday named Youth Day. Sorry, there were multiple groups of school kids visiting the memorial so it made it difficult to get good pics.

And our final stop was a street in the Township of West Orlando which is the only street in the world where 2 Nobel Laureates lived – you’ll have guessed Nelson Mandela, and maybe that the other was Rev. Desmond Tutu. (Especially if you’d been reading the whole blog today) Mandela’s home has become a museum and there wasn’t time to visit it. For security and peace and quiet reasons, Rev. Tutu now lives in Cape Town, but his family still owns this home and they visit frequently.

Johannesburg is obviously a very complex city and I have only more questions now than when I started today. But I hope to take the “lessons learned” from today to try and learn more before developing opinions. OK, who am I trying to kid. I’m human. But I have learned how little I know about this complicated and interesting multi-dimensional city and country.

So now that’s a wrap. I’ll head to the airport tomorrow afternoon and start the long, long, journey back to my reality.

My Southern African Adventure is almost over and I’ve had a couple of days to chill, recover from my stomach problems and contemplate the last month.

I started this contemplation by re-reading my blog posts starting from the beginning. First of all, I apologize for all the typos, horrendous grammar, and missed words or thoughts. (Special apology to Mr. Red Pen himself, Leif. I think of you often when re-reading my errors and knowing how you must have cringed.) When I’m back home with good wifi I’ll go back and fix the most egregious of the errors. In my defence, the blog posts were most often written under less than ideal conditions, in a hurry, at the end of a long day, with poor wifi taking forever to make edits, on my knees in bed hoping not to wake up my poor roommate or offline on a bumpy bus ride.

I realized, in looking back over my blog, just how rich in experiences the time has been. And at this point in my life, that’s what it’s all about – experiences. While this tour is rated as “Comfort”, it wasn’t always that. Some of the lodges were less than we’d normally accept, the days were often long and dusty, and going “bushy, bushy” isn’t ideal, but to be able to experience more than a postcard view of this region is worth every little bit of discomfort.

The beginning of the trip brought slight physical challenges, with paddling on the Orange River (which seems like a lifetime ago!), and climbing Dune 45. Both amazing experiences and Dune 45 was certainly unique!

Culturally the whole time has been interesting and diverse, with special effort made to take us to remote and interesting locations – house boat in the Okavango, lodge run by the San people, Gweta to go Meerkat hunting, stops to experience the Himba and Herera people and a walk through a truly rural Botswana village.

Seeing the variety of landscapes made the “African massages” (from corrugated and pot-holed dirt roads), dusty and long days worthwhile. Some have described the desert landscape as boring and uninteresting, and many on our tour dozed through the days. But I loved the dynamic and sometimes dramatic desert landscapes and found something to look at all day, everyday (save one which I talked about in my blog).

And of course, the wildlife. I will never forget the excitement of the first giraffe and zebra sightings, and how my heart leapt at seeing those first elephants in Etosha. I completely underestimated how exciting it would be to see wildlife in the wild, learn about them and have a chance to watch them do what they do.

Finally, the people. I cannot say enough about the warmth and hospitality extended to us by almost every single person we came across. Well, maybe not that one guy who ran us out of his restaurant for using the toilets!

I can’t say enough good things about our Intrepid Tour Leader, Innocent and our Driver, Sandile. They kept us safe and happy and put up with our silly questions, requests, and even dealt adeptly with some unreasonable demands and difficult fellow travellers.

Our interactions with the staff at the lodges, restaurants, gas stations, etc were 90% positive. You mostly got the impression that the people were happy doing what they were doing, well except for maybe that porter at one lodge that grumbled all down the walkway about the confusion about where the bags were supposed to go. They smiled, joked and were engaging and over the top helpful. And they sang and they danced with passion. I loved the rhythms and beautiful melodies of the traditional African songs, and the energy of the dancers.

Are there lessons learned on this trip? Of course, shoot me if there should come a time when that stops. From a practical perspective, I think I was mentally and physically well-prepared for this trip, probably the most unique of all my trips taken to date. I did a not-too-bad job of packing for this trip, especially considering how challenging it was because of the temperature fluctuations of the desert, length of the trip and limited weight. But once again, I probably did bring a little too much of everything. I hate washing out clothes at the end of long days, having them hanging everywhere, and wearing synthetics, so opted to get laundry done every time we stopped two nights. If I’d known in advance that was going to work, I might have been able to cut back. Oh, and don’t leave your sunglasses on the seat of the bus. On a more personal level it was once again reinforced that I am less and less a social animal. I know that is not a healthy situation especially entering my senior years (don’t really like the way that sounds!) and that my daughter will find it worrisome, but it’s a reality. How I deal with that remains to be seen.

Do I have recommendations for Intrepid? Dump Lampert’s Bay from the itinerary unless it’s a tour specifically for bird watchers. The hotel facilities weren’t that great, the smell of the guano put off many of the group, and it was a very short day. I’d add another 2 night stop in the itinerary since there were so many places where we barely got to appreciate the great facilities because we were in late and out early. Dump the lodge we used in Kasane. It wasn’t quaint. It was poorly run and a dump. And since so many of us got sick after staying and eating there, I’d suspect their food-handling ability. I was going to suggest they use a canopied power boat to get to the house boats, because it was pretty warm on the way out to the boats, but it was freezing on the way back so it was nice to have the sun! And find other options for at least a couple of the picnics. They got so tiresome and repetitive and I’d have been willing to pay for quick sub sandwich or fish and chips in Walvis Bay, for instance.

Would I recommend this trip to anyone asking? In a heartbeat. Gripes listed aside, it offered up more than I expected, and I expected so much I was deathly afraid I’d be disappointed. I was disappointed that because I was sick I didn’t get to see Vic Falls or get to Kruger, on this trip………..and I’m disappointed I forgot to take more toe pictures!

Once again, thanks to my loyal readers (all 2 or 3 of you) for coming along on this adventure with me. I get so much more out of documenting my trips because it serves as a diary for me to remember, and forces me to pay attention and do some research.

So where to next?

This morning after 22 days, 5,750 km in our trusty truck/bus, several thousand pictures and many adventures, our Cape Town to Victoria Falls Tour is over this morning. “Happy Days” is the favourite expression of our Leader, Innocent, so it seemed appropriate to have that added to our custom t-shirts.

After an “unsettled” night, the antibiotics, Imodium and Gravol kicked in and I finally stopped the upchucking etc. However, I felt like a wet noodle.

We are transferring to Vic Falls International to head to Johannesburg today so I struggled to get my sorry butt out of the bed and get packed up. We said our goodbyes to our travel mates who we saw at the breakfast (carefully avoiding the smells of food which threatened to re-kindle the gag response). Some of them I enjoyed being with and with whom I will stay in touch. Some I’ll cheerfully forget.

Before heading to the airport, we had a stupid mission to accomplish this morning. For paperwork reasons I won’t get in to here, we had to go across the Zambian border this morning and back again. I was not in the mood for this bureaucracy but we had no choice. So off we went to the border crossing over the Zambezi River. This crossing was as chaotic as the Botswana/Zimbabwe one, with the added interest of wild baboons wandering around looking to steal food out of people’s luggage or pockets, and dozens of locals making their daily journey back and forth across the border to get to work. Many of the transports here, coming from Zambia, were flat beds with multiple moulded metal chunks which turned out to be copper. After crossing the border, they apparently joined an armed convoy for the trip down to Durban because of the expensive cargo making it a target. Sorry I didn’t get pictures of any of that. First of all, no pics allowed at the border, but I also wasn’t of clear enough mind.

After our business at the border was complete it was time to head for the airport for our uneventful trip to Johannesburg where I was scheduled to start my 5 day tour to Kruger at 5:30am tomorrow. I have cancelled that portion of my trip. I’m just not up to the travel.

I’m disappointed but at least I did see the Big 5 plus so much more already. And it’s an easy trip to just fly into Vic Falls, when the Falls are more full, and down to Kruger from there. Easy, but not cheap and involved the long flights to get here. So we’ll see.

We were safely transferred to our hotel, mercifully, a Holiday Inn. After 21 days of adventure, and not feeling myself, it was wonderful to be in familiar and comfortable surroundings. After checking in, we both immediately crashed. Nanci is here tonight and then she is heading home on an overnight flight. I’ve decided to hang out here and give myself a chance to recover completely before the long flights home, and besides it was going to be over $1000 to make the changes to leave earlier.

I’ll put together some final thoughts about this amazing adventure over the next couple of days. Despite the crappy ending (pun intended), it has been as much as I’d hoped and more.

When I woke up at 4:30 am not feeling so good, I thought it was because I didn’t take my malaria pill until too much time had passed after our dinner. You’re supposed to take them on a full stomach. But by breakfast time I was vomiting and had disgusting diarrhea. So I realized it wasn’t the pill. Not able to eat anything, and after several trips to the washroom during breakfast, I had no choice but to suck it up and get on the bus. I begged for the front seat and grabbed the garbage bin, just in case. I then proceeded to be sick at both ends every 20 -30 minutes for the next 24 hours. At the border between Botswana and Zimbabwe just as soon as I’d cleared customs I ran for the toilets but ended up puking in the dirt at the edge of the road.

Let me be a little less self-absorbed here for a minute while I talk about the borders in this area. Any transport trucks going from Angola or Zambia or from anywhere further north going south to the port of Durban in South Africa has to go through the border in a small area where Zambia, Zimbabwe, and Botswana all join. It appears to be utter chaos and given that they said that it sometimes takes a week to two for the trucks to get clearance through the border, I think appearances must be accurate. Sometimes a driver will wait for a week only to find out his company has messed up on the paperwork and he has to go back to the end of the line. To make matters worse, there is a river crossing involved. Many of the trucks use a ferry, that only takes 2 transports at a time, and there are hundreds of them in line waiting their turn. Can’t imagine how any perishable goods would get to the port before spoiling. And we think the Windsor/Detroit corridor is bad.

So after the border crossing, and in to our 4th country in Africa, Zimbabwe, we drove a short distance (but which to me seemed like an eternity) to Victoria Falls. The plan was for us to get dropped off at the Falls to enter the park and walk around, then head to an activity centre to book anything we thought we’d like to do. There are all sorts of activities available to do at the Falls on both the Zambia and Zimbabwe sides, including a helicopter fly over, High Tea overlooking the Falls on Stanley’s Terrace at the Victoria Falls Hotel, bungee jumping from a bridge over the canyon, white water rafting on the Zambezi River which separates Zambia from Zimbabwe, and swimming on the edge of the falls in the Devils Pool, which just looks insane. There are some animal interaction things that Intrepid specifically asks it’s clients not to participate in because they are contrary to their Responsible Travel Policy.

Well, I said to Innocent that there was no way I could walk around in the park and could I be dropped at the hotel first, and he said, yes, there were 2 others ill that wanted to be dropped off as well. I knew that one other was sick too, but not a third. We all surmise it must have been food poisoning since not only the initial 3 were ill but several others came down with various symptoms in the next 24 hours.

While I have utter condemnation for the lodge where we stayed in Chobe, I have nothing but high praise for the hotel in Victoria Falls. The Cresta Sprayview Hotel went out of their way to get rooms ready for us early. Innocent and one of the hotel staff, Alfred, checked in on me, talking to Nanci several times throughout the day. Alfred had asked if we needed a doctor or anything else. Dry toast was my only thought, as Nanci had been shuttling ice chips and sodas to me, and so it was provided in no time and “on the house”. It was such a pretty hotel, with a lovely pool area, and patio restaurant. I’m just sorry that the only part I saw was the inside of my room and the lobby washroom that I visited several times while waiting for my room to be ready.

Nanci got to the Falls, and has offered to share her pictures, which I’ll post when I am back home and get them from her. I spent that time intimate with the bowl in the bathroom, at times not knowing which end to put in it (sorry, probably TMI). I have never been as sick as that, and hope to never be again.

The farewell dinner and a birthday celebration for the youngest of our group was planned for that evening but there was no way I was going to be able to go. Nanci wasn’t feeling all that well either by evening. So we both crashed for the afternoon, and evening. Not the exciting grand finale we had in mind when we started the tour 22 days ago.

Sorry no interesting pictures today.

It was up and at ’em early this morning for another game drive in the park. This time an early morning one to hopefully see some cats. Because everyone came this morning, we were in two 4X4s. It’s kind of like any two sailboats on the horizon being a race – well, any two 4X4 groups on a game drive each try and out do each other on what they see.

We got the river route again in the route lottery and so headed down to the river. It seemed everyone had left town. Not an elephant in sight. Seems they head to higher ground during the night and don’t come back down til the next evening. Some further examination revealed that there was in fact some life there. What looked to be boulders in the river were in fact hippos! (“Rosie”s to Gillian). And there were even some out of the water grazing on a nearby island.

I’m not a birder, but two of our travelling companions are, so the enthusiasm rubs off. There are so many varieties and although they weren’t fanatical about it, there was quite a lot of discussion about what variety each discovery was. Of course, I remember none of it. I wish I’d had time to blur the background of the beautiful lilac-breasted whatever but they don’t sit still very long!

Throughout the park, there is evidence of the cycle of life. Here is an elephant skull and an impala horns and skull.

Our driver/guide, Sandile was having a rare break from the driving as a passenger in one of the 4X4s this morning. Innocent was in our 4X4. They were with us every step of the way throughout the journey, to make sure that Intrepid’s safety standards are met.

We eventually lost track of the other 4X4 and just went on our own merry way. Every time our guide found us some interesting stuff, one of the group would say, “but what about the leopard?” Each meeting on the road of another 4X4 resulted in the same discussion. No one had seen one. Then as we were going down a road, our guide said, “leopard at 3 o’clock”. At first we thought, yeah, right. But then we too saw it. It was too far away to get great pictures, but we were able to watch it go for quite a few minutes. Then it was off into the bush.

We were supposed to meet up with the other 4X4 for tea and cookies in the safety zone (which was just a designated open area no fence or anything, less than a kilometer from where we’d seen the leopard) and we waited to gloat to say we’d seen the leopard. But they didn’t show up. Off looking for more birds, no doubt.

So that’s it. The Big 5. Tick. My ring purchased in Cape Town brought me luck.

After our morning drive we headed back to the lodge and then out to get some money exchanged in Kasane. We had a bit of down time (sadly lacking on the tour) and then we headed out for a tour of the park, this time by boat. It was a great way to see the wildlife from a different angle, and up close. The driver was painfully fastidious about pointing out all sorts of birds, while the rest of us were getting a little frustrated with not seeing some hippos up close. But seems they leave the river in the evening. We did find a couple still left though and spend some time waiting for them to raise their heads from the water or to turn in our direction. Unfortunately no typical open mouth yawn or laugh.

We watching the elephants for a long time crossing over the river to the island or back. We were worried about the little ones swimming across and getting up the steep bank, but no need to worry as there were lots of helping hands, or should I say trunks. I loved the look of all the trunks held above the water like snorkels.

These water bucks behinds seem to look like toilet seats!

This Cape Buffalo was just a couple of meters away from our boat which was sitting on the shore line. Nothing like being eye to eye with one of the most aggressive beasts!

These two young males kept us entertained sparring with one another.

One last elephant shot for good measure. Mom helping her calf across the river.

We still hadn’t seen the other 4X4 but headed back to the lodge, just minutes away. When they still weren’t back we started to worry, firstly about their safety and then about whether they had perhaps seen something better than what we’d seen! When they did return they said they’d seen a lion take down an elephant! The smug looks on our faces immediately disappeared! But then we realized they were kidding and had just wanted more time in the park.

Dinner at the lodge and then off to bed at a reasonable time as it was an early start to the day. Little did I know that my holiday would be, for all intense purposes, over at 4:30 the next morning.

This is probably TMI but overnight I had a unique experience of using the “loo” in the light of a full moon. Haha, chock that one up as one of my interesting experiences.

Today we’re traveling mostly north to Kasane, which is the service centre for Chobe National Park where we’ll stay for two nights. It was an early start because of the long drive and because we want to arrive into Chobe in time for a late afternoon game drive.

We stopped briefly in a town called Nata which is a stop off point for the transports going north and south between Angola and the South African port of Durban. Innocent did some grocery shopping and we’ll stop for a picnic lunch along the way. We’d heard that the people of Botswana were the nicest we’d meet along the way and here’s an example of how warm and kind they are. We take every advantage to use the facilities, and were told there was a toilet around the back of the strip-mall. However, we discovered it was locked. Someone asked a young woman in a shop about getting the key and she said there were some problems with the water as they were fixing a pipe but that she’d come and help. She closed her shop, and came around to the back with us, and unlocked the toilet door, and filled and refilled the toilet tank from a bucket and tap so we could use the toilet.

After our stop to stock up we came past some big farms growing sorghum. They use it to make a local beer nearby.

A little further on as we were getting close to Chobe National Park, and getting ready to stop for lunch, we came upon this big bachelor herd of about 12-15 bulls. This area was living up to it’s nickname as “Elephant Highway”. Aside from the rather obvious “5th leg” on some of them the other way you can tell if an African elephant is male or female is by their forehead. Males have a rounded forehead while females have more of a peaked one. Innocent used the opportunity to spend some time talking to us about elephant breeding. When bulls are between 18 – 20 years old and they are mature and able to procreate they are sent away from the breeding herd (sometimes as large as 300 animals) by the matriarch so that they don’t inter-breed. They join a bachelor herd. When the males are in heat, they give off a scent which the female elephants, also in heat, seek out. Sometimes copulation happens in the water because of the weight of male. Elephants weigh 50 kg at birth and start to grow their tusks at 2 months. They can live for 75-80 years. As with most days, I took notes while our guide was talking, but any errors are mine alone.

We stopped for our last picnic just inside the park boundary. I have to admit that these picnic lunches were not my favourite part of the trip. It was understandable in some areas where there really wasn’t any option, but in some places in the time it took to shop for stuff, then set up, clean up and carry on, we could have had a quick meal with restrooms, etc.

Then it was on to Kasane, the service town for Chobe National Park. We checked in to our rather unique lodge and had just a few minutes to dump our bags before we headed out for an optional extra game drive. When we checked out our room we were a little horrified to find out that a) the bathroom had no door and b) it had no shower. Sigh. Three of our group stayed behind, including Nanci as we headed out on our game drive.

Chobe is very different than Etosha, which was dry and flat. Chobe runs along the Chobe River, a natural gather place for wildlife and there is lots of brush. Across the Chobe River is a sliver of Namibia, and not far away are Zambia and Zimbabwe.

They try and control traffic at the beginning of the park by giving each guide one of two routes to go on initially. Then they are free to go on whichever road they want. Our 4X4 was lucky enough to get the river route. Although some of them were quite far away, we couldn’t believe the number of animals hanging out there. It took us a good hour to go only 1 km or so as we stopped to look at various animals. Did you know the wart hog has to get down on its knees or eat on a slope to graze because it’s neck is so short? We regularly saw these animals even in towns. Ugly!

We came across several Cape Buffalo, one of the Big 5, resting under some bushes by the side of the road along the river route. They look docile here, but more hunters are injured by these guys than another other animal. Just read that they are able to turn over cars they are so strong. Glad I didn’t know that before.

Here is our old favourite, the giraffe with several of its friends, the Tickbird, on it’s back. These guys have a symbiotic relationship since the ticks, if left unchecked, could produce disease in the giraffe and drain significant blood as they feed. The Tickbirds go along for a ride with feet that can cling to its host and have an ongoing food source. BTW, have I mentioned that a group of giraffes is called a “tower”? Our guide also said that if a group of giraffes was on the move it was called a “journey”.

Chobe is home to the largest number of elephants in the world at approximately 120,000, which roam here and into northern Zimbabwe. One assumes they don’t have to go through the same border controls that we did! So it should not be surprising that a lot of the animals we saw on this night game drive were elephants. They have never been culled here so are not afraid of the 4X4s or boats that invade their space every day. We were able to watch several herds coming and going to the river. And in fact, we were surrounded by a herd at one point. They were about 20 of a breeding herb moving down to the river and our driver just turned off the 4X4 and we sat as they went in front of and behind our vehicle. One Mom was particularly nervous because she had a really young calf, probably only a few months old, and she stood a foot away from the bumper of our 4X4 and flapped her ears and lifter her head. Our guide was using a very hushed voice to tell us to stay perfectly still and quiet while she assessed the danger level. She was just about to move on when one of our idiot fellow travellers said something and she turned back to us. I have to admit my heart was racing at this point. These are wild animals, after all, not trained and broken ones. As our guide said, “she would do anything to protect her young”.

We watched the elephants for a long time (and yes I have more elephant pictures than I’ll ever need) as they are so interesting to watch. Then we moved on to one of the roads further up the bank, where we came across about 50 baboons on the move. Now I looked up what you call a group of baboons and found this article which my political friends will find amusing. They were fun to watch but I was glad they kept their distance from us, the young ones playing in the trees and chasing one another as they went.

http://www.politifact.com/rhode-island/statements/2012/jan/02/chain-email/chain-e-mail-claims-when-baboons-congregate-its-ca/

Sadly, as the park closes at dark it was time to leave. And sigh, no cats. The big prize. We were still looking for the elusive 5th of the Big 5 – the leopard. We stopped along the river for another beautiful sunset picture and headed for the gate. I kept saying I wasn’t going to take anymore sunset pictures, but almost inevitably took “just one more.

As were nearing the gate, much to our surprise, two lionesses came around a curve in the road walking along on the right side of the road. Just in front of our 4X4 they crossed over to the other side of the road. I couldn’t get a good shot because I had my long lens on and they were right there! They have lots to feed on in the park and don’t find the 4X4s threatening so logic would say not to be worried about wild lions being 2 feet from you but logic got lost along the way! What an exhilarating end to our game drive.

Back at the lodge were were “treated” to a traditional bbq (some foreshadowing here – we believe this is the meal that gave us food poisoning) and some traditional singers and dancers. Their voices and harmonies are amazing.

Today’s journey will take us from Maun to see another dry salt pan like the one we saw at Etosha, however this one took some time to get our mouth’s around! And on the hunt for the adorable meerkats.

Maun is a service town for both the farming and tourist industries. It’s got modern shopping but as you can see from the pictures, cattle and donkies wander even the main streets. The group of cattle at one corner were having trouble getting across the controlled intersection and of course the jokes flew about them waiting for a cattle crossing light. We stopped at a strip mall for 20 minutes or so for people to visit various services i.e. Exchange money, pharmacy, grocery store, camera store, etc. Our group is a great one for being on time. Not once have we been held up by even one person being late. Usually there’s that one person.

It’s uncharacteristically cloudy today. It’s coming in to the spring here, and the rains will start in a few weeks. We’ve been lucky up until now that the only rain we’ve had was when we first arrived in Cape Town.

I have been trying, unsuccessfully, to get a good shot of the most often used method of transportation in the countryside and towns. There is a bad shot here of a donkey cart along one of the highways today. They are used to transport people, goods, thatch for roofs, etc. Most of them have 2 donkeys hitched up, but today we saw a “suped’ up version using 3 donkeys. The donkeys, when not in service, like cattle, are free to wander wherever. We’ve frequently had to slow down to allow them to cross. I’m not sure how the owners claim them.

At one point today we came across a journey of giraffes, and this was the first exposure to them among the group that joined us in Windhoek, so there was great excitement. It had been a few days since the rest of us had seen any so we were all pretty happy to take their picture. These seemed a little smaller and lighter in colour than the ones we’ve previously seen.

We did go through a “Veterinarian check point today” and we all disembarked the bus, with spare pair of shoes in hand and walked through a pad soaked with disinfectant, swiped our other shoes through it and then walked on to the other side. Sandile drove the truck through a pit in the road filled with some liquid, to clean off the tires as well. We all piled back on and away we went.

Before we arrived at our overnight stop in Gweta, we pulled off to take some pictures of a huge Baobab Tree. This one was apparently between 400 and 500 years old. Innocent told us that we will see a larger one in Victoria Falls that is estimated to be 1000 years old.

Our lodge tonight, the Gweta Lodge, is a small one, with cute little rondovels with thatched roofs and that have outdoor bathrooms with toilet, sink and shower. And as with most places we’ve stayed, the common areas are all outdoor.

After a lovely lunch we mounted up into two 4X4s and headed out hunting for meerkats. To get to the area where they live, near the pan, it took 30 mins or so along a really sandy road that zigged and zagged through the brush and trees. The drivers were amazing at maintaining the right speed not to get bogged down in the sand, which more often than not was a break neck pace. We were kept busy dodging tree branches with thorns that could do serious damage. Finally we came to an open grassy area with the pan in the distance, where cattle were grazing, and where there are some colonies of meerkats living. We searched for a while, over the grasslands in the 4X4s, until at last we saw one meerkat behind a small bush, and the other 4X4 had found a few not far away as well. They live in colonies of 8 or so and we think we saw 6-7 of them, but it’s hard to tell them apart.

The meerkats were not at all afraid of us as we’re not seen as a threat, and let us get quite close. Innocent said that if you threw a hat in the air, however, that they would all dive for their holes thinking it was bird of prey. They were all very busy digging in the ground looking for their dinner, typically scorpions or beetles. They go by smell, and they stand in their characteristic position when watching for danger or sniffing out food. We saw one finally pull a scorpion out of a hole that was bigger than they were and munch away on it. They don’t need any water to survive, getting all they need from their food. We spent 30 minutes or so watching and photographing these adorable critters. Nanci got a great shot of several of us intent on getting the most special picture of them.

After we were all happy with our shots, we jumped back in the 4X4s and headed out to what our guide called “paradise”, NOT. The pan here looked the same as the one in Etosha, nothing for as far as you can see. Unlike the one at Etosha, this pan no longer gets flooded any time of the year, as the flow of rivers from the north has been disrupted, likely by changes in the tectonic plates. They offer a program where you can camp out on the Pan, and I can’t for the life of me figure out why you would want to do it. Because it’s there, I suppose.

On the way back we stopped a couple of times to admire and take pictures of the setting sun. The constant dust in the air makes for some awesome sunsets even if it plays havoc with our sinuses and lungs.

After a bumpy, dusty drive back to our lodge, I luxuriated in the outdoor shower, so happy to feel clean again. I had a chance to download pics from my camera so I could take my iPad to the dining area with me to use the wifi over dinner. Seems really rude, but we have come to accept this behaviour from each other since we have so limited time on wifi and in most places there is only wifi in the common areas. It’s quite hilarious that so many of us have iPads or iPhones that we all spend the time sharing pictures around using AirDrop. I was thinking last night that it would make a great Apple commercial as we’ve all become such experts at it.

After a delicious dinner of chicken and beef with a cream of broccoli starter we were treated to some traditional Botswana songs by the staff. Their easy harmonies and dance are spell binding. One of the young women had a particular call that was piercing. A couple of brave folks from our group got up to join the dancers when invited. At the end the staff asked us to stand and remove any hats for the singing of their national anthem. I was a puddle. Their earnest faces shone with pride, and the harmony blended perfectly. Although we didn’t know the words it was still very moving.

Tomorrow it’s on to Chobe National Park and along what is called “Elephant Highway”. Wonder if we”ll see any elephants tomorrow?

Maun is the jumping off point for many tourist activities in the Botswana, and specifically Okavango region. We are travelling there today.

I was honoured to be asked this morning to thank the house boat captain on behalf of my fellow travellers after our 2-day stay here on the Okavango River. As I told him, my memories of time spent on the water are some of the best memories I have of holiday time. And this is no exception.

One alarm went off at 6 am this morning and we all knew it was time to get up.First of all because you could hear everything all over the boat. At one point last night I could identify about 4 different snores of various magnitudes. The other reason you could tell it was time to get up was because the water pumps kicked in as everyone was taking showers. In no time flat we were done an excellent breakfast with brown paper bag lunches (with sandwiches wrapped in wax paper the way my Mom used to do) clutched in our hands and ready to board the speed boat bound for the other side of the river and 45 minutes away. It was a little chilly this morning especially in the open boat, but we knew it wouldn’t last long and we’d be complaining about the heat in no time. We slowed down several times for croc sightings but unfortunately no hippos today.

Then it was back on pot-hole highway back to the main highway and on to Maun. We stopped only briefly to eat our picnic lunches and then carried on to get into Maun in good time. It was great to rough it a little the last few days but it was great to get back to a western style hotel with western style washrooms and be a little pampered today. Intrepid knows how long it can push us before we need a little luxury in our lives.

We had a couple of hours to chill, or get caught up on blogs before our next optional activity. Nanci and I and two other couples, decided to sign up for the optional flight over the Okavango Delta this afternoon. Innocent and Sandile took us off to the airport where they were expecting us and we were processed incredibly efficiently. We were escorted through security to the tarmac where the airline van was waiting and out to where the little 6 seater was waiting for us. We felt like VIPs!

We were in the air for 45 minutes and travelled most of the way over various parts of the Okavango Delta at 500 feet. It was incredible to experience it at that level after being on the river, walking on an island and in a canoe. I loved the way you could see a million pathways that the animals have made from one water hole to the next. We saw all sorts of wild life, from a herd of water buffalo to a sting of elephants, 30 strong, to solitary bull elephants going across the open prairie. I didn’t see them, but there were apparently 3 giraffe seen by the others on the other side of the plane. An amazing experience!

Don’t strain your eyes looking for animals in the attached pictures, as it’s next to impossible to spot an animal, get your camera up and get it in the frame and focused in time to get a picture before the plane has flown on.

We don’t leave til 8:30 tomorrow morning which will feel like sleeping in til noon!