March 11: Meno a Kwena -> Camp Kalahari

Baku drove me to the nearby airstrip, where a light plane landed on the grassy field, picked me up, and flew me to an airstrip near Camp Kalahari. I rode in the co-pilot’s seat and was told not to touch anything.

The Kalahari from 4,000 feet

I was met by our alpha-male guide, Bones, and driven to the camp, where I was greeted by Boie and Ipalang, two delightful women, with a jug of water, soap, and a towel for me to wash my hands. (This is a thing at this camp to welcome guests back from a drive.) Anna and Iver arrived soon after.

Room at Camp Kalahari

Late afternoon we went for a game drive with Bones, together with British guests Claire and Libby. He drove slowly, expounding on the plants, animals, and birds we encountered on the way. He has a good knowledge of the ecology and environment, as well as good eyes for picking out wildlife, e.g., a herd of wildebeest:

As the sun descended towards the horizon, we arrived at a small promontory where there was laid out chairs, a table with an array of liquor bottles, and a fire waiting to be lit. Quite amazing! After serving drinks, Bones laid out a map of Botswana, and proceeded to give us a lecture on its geography and geological history, explaining the origin of the Kalahari Desert and the Okavango Delta. The sun set, the stars came out. The Milky Way, Orion, Jupiter, and the Southern Cross were prominent.


On the way back to camp in the dark, Bones shone a spotlight around, lighting up eyes in the dark. Home for dinner and bed.

March 10: Meno a Kwena

March 12: Camp Kalahari