bateleur, black-backed jackal, Botswana, buffalo, Chacma baboon, China, Chobe river, coppery-tailed coucal, elephant, hippo, Impala, Kori bustard, Lion, lioness, marabou stork, osprey, red-billed hornbill, Trumpeter hornbill, White-fronted Bee-eater, Zambezi, Zambia, zebra, Zimbabwe
Thursday 7th March, morning. As mentioned already, Neil and Jakes were not licensed to lead game drives in Botswana, but we had the opportunity to go on an optional (= paying) game drive organised by the lodge, leaving at 6.00 a.m. Most of us decided to do so, but in the event found we very much missed the quality of our own guides. We were again in two vehicles, open ones this time, and with a couple of other people staying at the lodge in each as well.
The guides were clearly not interested/didn’t see birds at all, and it was the German lady in our jeep who spotted these and asked to stop for photos.
The tour laid on by the hotel clearly caters for the general public just passing though, not knowledgeable (well, most of them) fanatics like us! But we did nevertheless see some interesting and new things, before we got back for a hasty breakfast at 9.00 a.m., and departure as soon as possible afterwards. For we were to leave Botswana finally for a brief sojourn in Zambia, before setting off on the long journey back to the UK.
This next was perhaps the most interesting sighting of the game drive. A black-backed jackal came trotting towards us, clearly carrying some very fresh meat. It stopped, dropped the meat, scrabbled a bit, and then moved on – without the meat – and passed behind our jeep. What was going on?
Perhaps this was the reason the jeep was rushing. We found ourselves in a bunch of at least a dozen other vehicles, all straining to catch a sight of…
He was followed by a procession of five or six of his females – I lost count.
But they were a very long way off. On the other hand, had we not had the very good lion sightings earlier on in the trip, we would have been thrilled to see even these.
We turned round, and on the way back for breakfast caught sight of …
Crossing from Botswana into Zambia (the former Northern Rhodesia) was a more complicated affair than nipping between Namibia (the old South West Africa) and Botswana (the old Bechuanaland) had been.
Entering Zambia involved crossing the ‘mighty’ Zambezi River. We hadn’t the time to wait for this bridge, being financed by China, to be completed. [Edit, 12th April 2020. I have discovered, quite by chance today, that this bridge, the Kazungula Bridge, is being financed not by China, but by the Japan International Co-operation Agency and the African Development Bank. How easily we accept that China is behind all development in Africa. And indeed China is financing much of the railway which will use this bridge.]
So we were going to cross by this.
Fortunately it was not too long, once we set off, before we stopped for lunch. Though at one point we all leapt up from table (outdoors of course) to seek out a trumpeting Trumpeter hornbill, of which this was the best photo I could get!
We heard, and indeed saw, plenty of these – very loud – at our next and final lodge.
Olive Simpson said:
I have a lovely wooden carving of an impala which I think Helen brought me from Zambia in the 70s – love it! And what an imposing river that is. I get well confused by all the new names for bits of Africa.
Likewise. And some of those names are not so new!
Well done for getting up so early, was it cooler? I would have enjoyed that ferry crossing very much.
My alarm was set for 5.30 every morning, and yes, it was a very pleasant temperature at that time of day.
Quite a strenuous day by the sound of it. Look forward to seeing more Trumpeter hornbills.
And this was only until lunchtime!
Your crossing did look fun compared with whizzing over a bridge but the heat might have inclined me to wish for a bit more speed.
Mmm. I wish I could say that the speed of the ferry created a breeze, but it wouldn’t be true!
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“Le mystère du chacal qui perdait son repas” : une nouvelle enquête à mener pour Mma Ramotswe, du “N°1 Ladies’ Detective Agency” au Botswana !
Quant aux femmes et à leurs charges, ça me fait penser à un témoignage lu récemment dans une lettre d’ATD Quart Monde, où une femme africaine, portefaix de métier, disait qu’avec l’âge, elle ne pouvait plus porter de charges de plus de 40 kg…
I saw ’25kg’ written on some of the sacks of rice. It was very impressive to see the women lift them and then arrange cloths around them so that they were carrying them on their backs.