INTO AFRICA Okavango Delta
KB gently tapped the bonnet and K1 cut the engine, motioning for silence. They scanned the bush carefully, sharp eyes and acute hearing leaving nothing to chance. There was fresh lion spoor, and KB slid off his tracker’s seat and crept around into the Land Cruiser.
It was one of those six-seaters - spic and span and unscathed. It had still to really settle into the Delta, but that morning our tracker and guide were determined to put it through its paces. The thing about Kwando Safaris’ vast Kwando Private Concession in the far north of Botswana is that roads are scarce. It's mokoro, small plane or helicopter territory, leaving the guides and their spanking new vehicles to cut paths where they will.
And K1 and KB had a will that morning to find cheetahs. There had been not one but two incredible leopard sightings, roaring lions and playful cubs, snorting buffaloes, the grunting hippos outside my
