We all know that my husband is crazy when it comes to travel. Well, YOU might not know that if you don't know him personally, but those of you who do definitely know this about him. Let's just say he doesn't let the grass grow under his feet. This post shares an example of a classic Bob-style travel day.
We had spent the morning on a motorboat in the waters of the Okavango Delta, awed and inspired by what we saw. We came back to camp, packed our things, and were driven to a landing strip, where our driver drove the length of the strip (on a parallel dirt road) to make sure it was animal-free. We would later learn how important that was.
As we turned around at the far end, the plane came in and we followed it back to the other end. This time we were on a 12-passenger plane, still tiny but nothing like the 6-seater we had come in on.
The pilot was a very young woman from Botswana. She looked about 16, but we were SO impressed with her professionalism. She was very serious about her responsibilities, and we felt we were in good hands.
A brochure at our seat told us a little bit about her:
There was also interesting reading material about the Okavango Delta:
The advantage of a small plane is that it stays pretty close to the ground. Who would want to watch a screen when THIS is what we saw outside our window?
