No need to dream.
That’s what we did for Christmas – no internet, no electricity, no cell phone,
no wifi…no problem. We rented a little cottage up near the Khwai community
(about a 2.5 hour drive from Maun) for five nights to celebrate Christmas in
the bush. While the weather has been extremely hot and dry in Botswana (think
high 90s and 100s and no rain, despite the fact that it’s the “rainy” season…what
I like to refer to as “hotter than Africa”), we actually had a couple of relatively
cool nights which made sleeping possible. And, despite the fact that the skies
kept threatening to rain and we saw some spectacular lightening off in the
distance, we didn’t get much rain…just a few sprinkles here and there.
Even though Maun
looks a bit like a dust bowl and cow ribcages are visible, the Khwai River,
while the narrowest I’ve ever seen it, was still vibrant enough to sustain wildlife
and we saw a good amount. There were zebras, lechwe, giraffes, hippos,
crocodiles, and bird life a plenty. We saw saddle billed storks and “thick
knees”. We were even able to see some things we don’t normally see, like reed
bok who are often concealed by the tall reeds which were nonexistent.
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Zebras |
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Lechwe |
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Giraffe |
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Hippo and egrets |
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Crocodile |
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Saddle-billed Stork |
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Thick Knees |
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Reed bok |
It seemed like all
creatures were trying to find some relief from the heat and we spent many a hot
afternoon under the shade of a tree watching herds of elephants play in the
deepest part of the river. At a popular watering hole elephants would come down
and drink and drink, sucking in 4-5 gallons in a slurp. Once satiated they would
venture from the edge of the water to what must have been a steep drop off
where they would sink themselves, sometimes head down first and butt sticking
up, other times, butt down and head up. It is hard not to personify them as
they dunk each other using their trunks to push their “herdmates” under. Some
of the younger ones only left reluctantly after their entire herd had made
their way off into the mopane trees disappearing beyond our sight (it still
amazes me how something so large can completely disappear in silence just a few
steps into the bush).
Our days are spent
game driving, reading, trying to stay cool in the cottage (which, while hot,
was still cooler than the outside in the heat of the day), and "binge listening" to “Serial” in the air conditioned safari vehicle. We had downloaded, what we
thought was, the entire season only to realize we were missing the last episode
so… we listened to the first 11 episodes…twice. We got a little obsessive about
it waking in the morning with new ideas of pieces of information that were
missing or inconsistent that might make one party look innocent or guilty,
depending… (it’s a great podcast about a real life case of a 17 year old guy
sent to prison for life 15 years ago for killing his ex-girlfriend on very little “evidence”).
We have some
unexpected encounters as well including this incredibly creepy looking spider with an
extremely long “arm” that lived in the bathtub of the cottage (he would use
this extra “arm” to pull in his prey to eat). As if that wasn’t creepy enough,
the second night he was joined by a scorpion...both of them trolling the bathtub
for dinner. The third night there were two scorpions and the creepy spider. The
fourth night…I couldn’t bear to look..but, of course, I did. When we couldn’t
find them (after I had convinced myself that they couldn’t get out of the deep
tub) we used Paul’s scorpion light to peer down the drain only to see their
glowing bodies down there (the UV light makes their bodies glow). If I had ever
had an idea of cooling off in the big tub mid-day, that was gone forever.
We are also visited
by a mouse (perhaps the same one who visited when we were there in May with Paul’s
son and his family). I refer to him as “Sponge Bob” because he has a real thing
for sponges. One night coming in from the outside deck, where we ate our meals, to check on dinner we were
cooking I notice the sponge is gone…completely. What the heck? We stir the pots a
bit and go back outside where it is a bit cooler. When we come back in, the
sponge is back on the counter but with a few bites out of it. At least he
returned it…
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Paul opening his Christmas gifts |
On Christmas day
we open our presents (many of which have been ferried over on the plane from
the States), cook a gammon for our mid-day meal and then head off as the sun
starts to set to visit the baby hyenas and their clan that we have been
visiting every night since we arrived. After calling our families on the satellite
phone (or trying to) to wish them a Merry Christmas, we head off toward the
hyena den. Not far from where we’ve made the calls, we are trundling by when,
sitting in a field not 15 feet from the road is a young male lion. He and
another one just 50 yards down the road are particularly blonde. In silence
they rise simultaneously and retreat into the mopane forest not giving us a
second glance. Their silence suggests they are on the hunt.
They hyena clan
has taken up residence in a den that has been used for several years now
(Kelley, Nikki and Becca, do you remember seeing the hyena cubs in July 2010?
That was the first year we learned of the den). During the day, it simply looks
like a series of holes in the ground with no sign of the life but at sunset the entire clan emerges: three small cubs, one curious
adolescent and at least five adults. One is clearly the mother and you can see
the cubs climbing on her and suckling. She looks exhausted.
On Christmas night
the den is eerily silent. The night before, around the same time there appears
to be one of the adults in charge of watching the youngest ones and, even as the
adults sleep, the babysitter keeps popping her head out of the hole to check us
out. On Christmas night, there is no movement. No sign of life. In back of the
vehicle I hear what sounds like something stepping on sticks. When we finally
make out what it is, we realize it is actually three adult hyenas (and the adolescent)
chomping on the ribs of whatever their Christmas meal was (we can’t quite make
it out). When we get out the night vision binoculars we can see that their
bellies are full full. They have certainly enjoyed their Christmas feast. I hope
you and yours enjoyed your holiday as well. We certainly did!
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Paul checking out his new digital microscope |