Bushmen, booze and Botswana!

Following our time in Etosha, we were only a hop, a skip and a jump away from Botswana.

We journeyed on to stop over number 7 - Roys Camp, which we used as a base to visit the San bush men.  This whole experience was slightly bizarre, and was basically a more extreme version of visiting a theme park where people walk around dressed as Walt Disney characters.  The half naked men and women that we visited in their makeshift village no longer survive off the trees, bushes and game that surrounds them - they simply dress up and recreate this for our entertainment.  As such, I found myself waiting for their mobile phones to ring or for them step inside their mud huts and emerge with a bag of KFC in hand.

Still, it was entertaining watching Mike and Henry attempt to use bow and arrows to shoot at hay stacks, imaging they were actually live buffolo.

We journeyed on to our 8th stop: Rainbow lodge, just a stone throw from the Namibia-Botswana border.  This was a lovely campsite and I snapped up the offer to 'upgrade' and sleep in a proper room complete with double bed and private bathroom, which I would have appreciated so much more had I not participated in downing shots of 96% vodka and consequently barely remembered going to bed!!!!

The next day was unsurprisingly low key and we all spent the day sprawled out by the pool and evening watching the sunset on the deck, over a few more Savannahs (hare of the dog an' all).

Two days later we planned to set off early.  We were all onboard and ready to go but Claudia had other ideas and wouldn't budge an inch so we spent the following 2 hours learning yoga and karate moves while Olly ran around like a headless chicken finding a vehicle large enough to re-charge her battery from.  We finally set off and crossed the border into Botswana, meeting the nicest customs officials i've ever encountered in my life!  This all seemingly by-passed Sally, who asked 'Are we still in Namibia?'.

We drove for 5 hours, crossing a small ferry and passing countless villages and thousands of waving children along the way until we reached the mouth of the Okavango Delta....