This is a story about an alarmingly quiet twilight, the shadow of an elephant, a poorly timed playback, an unzipped tent…
Two years ago, on my first Delta crossing, I asked Gobonamang Kgetho a question that I thought was fairly straight…
The clear wide channels we’d been enjoying for the last few days became small clear channels, then became small…
Today a 2,000kg hippo crashed through the reed bed and nearly over top of Chris’s mokoro. When it reached the…
My son turns 1 today. I wrote this letter this morning for him.
Mornings on expedition start around 5:45am, when the first person (almost always research manager Götz Neef) wakes up to resuscitate last night’s fire. A percolator gets first shift over the coals, followed by a giant tea kettle. The early shift (by then usually 3 or 4) gets to watch the…
I have some bad news about a rock.
Earlier in the year, Steve heard from a Ba’Yei elder — Comet, that many years ago, local fishermen would often stop at a large island in the Delta and sharpen their knives on a rock.
Botswana’s official national sport is soccer, but its unofficial one is predicting the annual Delta floods. Sit at…
When we pull up our mekoro in Maun on September 4th, we’ll have travelled 340km as the saddle-billed stork flies…
“Kuba!”
After a full day of calling out bird sightings (“Fish Eagle!” “Goliath Heron!”…