A 5am wake up call! I'm on holidays, meant to be relaxing, and the guides want us up at 5am! Breakfast was at 5:30, and we left at 6am for a 600km drive. Didn't stop much, except when we spotted a rare tiny leopard turtle on the road, and we stopped to have a look.
Skirted the edge of the Kalahari Desert, stopping for lunch under a tree as we watched thunder and lightning break over the Kalahari - no rain of course. Seems that the uniqueness of the Kalahari is that whatever rain falls never flows out of the desert, it just sinks into the ground.
A long day, but the point was to get to Maun in the north east of the country to shop and use the internet cafes before they shut. Unfortunately, the guide miscalculated. As it was Boxing Day everything in town closed at 4pm, so nobody could get anything when we got there after all our effort.
Sights of the day were the check out chick at the Maun supermarket dressed in a Santa hat wandering round singing "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow". Bet she's never seen it. Or the petrol tanker driver pulling a double tanker with a magazine spread out over the steering wheel, reading as he drove.
The campsite at Sitatunga was another 10km further on, and for a paltry sum we treated ourselves to a cabin, in anticipation of a rough couple of nights ahead in the Delta.
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