We had grand ambitions for Botswana. The goal was a drive from the Namibian border to the town of Maun (pronounced something like Mau-oon), gateway to the magnificent Okavango Delta wetlands area. It was a huge distance which would cover almost the entire country. Advertisements
The door swings open and Matt stands in the doorway of the humid jungle bar, khaki clad, dabbing beads of sweat off his neck with a hankerchief. The jungle mist rolls past his feet, and the sound of insects invades the room, drowning out the beat of the fan.