SUMMER IN THE KALAHARI

we land at Maun – also known as the gateway to the Okavango Delta - in the midday heat. The transfer to our tented camp, Meno A Kwena, takes about two hours from Maun, but the time flies because of our witty guide Max. He has us in stitches all the way there with hilarious anecdotes. As we take the unmarked turn-off to the camp, I speculate as to the reason for the lack of sign postage, only to be told in no uncertain terms by Max that “we don’t like surprises.”

I was soon to find out why. This place, dear reader, presents a conundrum to any travel writer. An inner struggle, if you will. I want to shout out to all the world to go to this place of wonder post haste