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It was
around 5am when we heard the crew preparing the bonfire and boiling
water for the early-morning brew, and at 6, Bibi came around
each of the tents filling our water-bins outside for an
early-morning wash. Time for a light breakfast of cereal, bread
and jam, plenty of tea and coffee, and we were all prepared for
our 7am departure. This was to be the regular routine over the
following two weeks - an early-morning game drive starting
at 7am. This always meant a 6am call, unless we happened to be
moving camp that day when it was half an hour earlier. "Half an
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no big
deal." But when asked if we could then make it half an hour
LATER - it seemed to become one. Bibi endured a little teasing,
but all in good fun !! So after the daily early-morning game
drive, it was time for a little relaxation at the camp - from
11am onwards usually. Light lunch, time for a shower in the
afternoon, and the afternoon/evening game drive prior to our
evening meal. This daily routine was ideal, and nicely
balanced - early morning game drives maximised our chances of
encounters with animals, as indeed did those of the late
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on diaries
and take a light lunch, which was always deliciously prepared by
Bibi and the lads, then time for an afternoon siesta for those
who wished, and time for a camp bucket-shower. These were always
pre-erected by Gee and David, and filled with warm water from
the bonfire after lunch - two showers - two, perhaps three
buckets of warm water, and all 12 of us were catered for, and
very efficient they were too - just turn on the bucket tap
- a quick rinse, turn off, soap, rinse off again - done !!!
Similarly, the camp loos were equally efficient. Not everybody
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So we had
the seat of a "porta-potti" sited over a pre-dug hole, and a
rubber bulb-operated flush. What convenience - Perfect !So,
despite our status as "wild campers," when it came to comforts
we were faring pretty well. Our early-morning game drive into the
Nxai Pans brought us a long list of sightings:
Only one elephant this morning, but others included ostrich,
bat-eared fox, black-backed jackals, a herd of 50+ springbok, a
kori bustard (the world's heaviest flighted bird) secretary
bird, goshawk, ghemsbok and a fleeting glance of an African
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We arrived
back at camp at 10.50 am - to an eagerly awaited cup of tea
followed shortly afterwards by a brunch of scrambled eggs,
bacon, beans and salad. Time in the afternoon for the customary
period of relaxation, bush shower, diary, siesta for some,
sun-bathing for others, and before we knew it - yes -time for
another game drive. Into the truck for 4pm. It turned out to be
quite an eventful drive too, arriving at a herd of elephants at
a waterhole with a backdrop of a perfect sunset, we had all the
ingredients of a classic shot. It was tempting to linger to take
it all in, which we did - but, perhaps, at the expense of
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something straight
out of "Big Cat Diary" - We were making our way back in the
fading light, when we came across two or three black-backed
jackals walking cautiously in our direction. Perhaps that gave a
clue to Bibi, I don't know, but he picked up a movement in the
darkness. He spotted the head of a cheetah briefly breaking the
skyline ahead. As we moved closer we saw a group of four at a
fresh impala kill. Bibi had encountered this group of cheetah on
earlier trips, knowing them to be a mother and her three cubs,
almost fully grown. The light was fading badly, and the only
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on my
digital camera. The cheetah did not appear to be too perturbed
at our presence, and with the added illumination of our
vehicle's headlights I managed to get a reasonable shot of the
scene. It was a great climax following the spectacle of the
waterhole at sunset, and Bibi we felt, quite rightly, was
pleased with himself, and he earned himself a well-deserved pat
on the back from us all. As we returned to camp, we were
greeted by the welcoming sight of the two bonfires glowing
amidst the trees. Before too long dinner was set before us -
fresh hake, accompanied by cauliflower & rice, followed by fruit
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custard. Another
round of banter around the camp fire, the odd can of
beer, a drop of Talisker, and our nightly chat from Bibi
ended the day. Tuesday was to be an early start to
facilitate the long drive to Kasane - a distance of 480
km.
Bibi bade us a good night, and we turned in a short time
later in preparation for a 5.30 call. Our journey was to
take us to our houseboat on the Zambezi. All we had of
this were mental images - mine was of a boat
moored at the riverside amongst other vessels, possibly
near to a village. One might say I wasn't quite right in
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