Today Anna and Iver transferred to Nxai Pan Camp, while I went to a different camp, Meno a Kwena; we would reunite at camp Kalahari in three days.
We drove back to Maun on the horrible road and met a driver at the airport who took me and three women, travel agents from South Africa, to the Meno a Kwena camp. This camp is perched high on a cliff overlooking the Boteti River; my tent had a veranda where I could look down on the river, which is almost dry, after a prolonged drought. But water is coming, as we saw at Nxamaseri; originating in Angola, it flows south, eventually reaching the Delta.
The late afternoon activity was a cultural bush walk with a group of about 10 traditional San People or Bushmen, dressed in leather and animal skins, carrying bows and arrows. I was the only guest on the walk, the others opting to skip it due to the heat. They stopped at various points and one of them would expound about a plant’s uses in their distinctive language full of clicks and pops: which one brings good luck, which one cures stomach-ache, malaria, etc. A large bulb yields glue for making weapons. They demonstrated finding a scorpion burrow, digging it out, and playing with it. Hint: carefully grasp it by the end of the tail where the stinger is located. They showed how to quickly make a fire with two sticks (friction); and played a game around the fire like Rochambeau (Rock, Paper, Scissors.) Three men/boys danced around the fire, stamping their feet, wearing rattles made from moth pupae shells, while the others chanted. It was like the National Geographic magazines of my youth.
Nice dinner under the stars with several other guests. Orion and the Southern Cross were evident.