We flew out of Bains Camp on the morning of the 19th for Chief’s Camp, and the difference was chalk and cheese. Both still in the Okovango delta, but where Bains was an hour through windscreen-deep water to get there from the airstrip, Chief’s was a few minutes and dry.
Our guide at Chief’s was called Sky, who had a deep and throaty voice and an extraordinary sense of humour.
Mostly, the big cats sleep during the day, but we were lucky enough to follow a pride – females and two males – as they tracked some impala. Didn’t see a kill, but they were serious enough. I managed to get some good pix of one of them walking through water and taking a drink by a pool. The reflections make the pictures.
There were also some incredible sightings of babies --- twin giraffes, timid baby elephants staying close to their mothers and even a baby hyena hidden in a thorn thicket.
Each afternoon, out on the savannah, we would stop for sundown drinks. I caught a picture of Karen doing her “Out of Africa” imitation. I like this picture.
We did a helicopter flight, and the pilot obligingly took off the doors for an unimpeded view. Karen sat in the right hand seat so she had the best view in the chopper.
The food at the camp was unbelievable. Each night it was white tablecloths and imaginative things to eat. The wine list wasn’t bad, either!
The bears had a good time. They went out on a wooden canoe. Ted wasn’t impressed because he doesn’t like water, but Po thought it was good. Being a polar bear, he was looking for seals to eat and was disappointed when we told him there weren’t any.
The camp had baboons, which was good, becase in the night if you heard them screaming, they were chasing away lions.
The night dining shot shows how we ate most nights. Only a couple of dozen people.
The guide with the cap turned around is Sky, scanning for animals.
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