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| Cape Buffalo |
On a dark night in
Botswana you can see the Milk Way, a blurry band of millions of stars cast
across the night sky. One of my favorite activities while visiting Botswana is
to accompany Paul when he’s invited to a lodge to give a star show to clients. We
are typically an “add on” for “special clients” and we have met some really
interesting people along with way. This allows me an opportunity to interlope
in a world I’m not really a part of (the “one percent” for lack of a better
term).
We often stay at places we could never afford to stay. While we eat and
drink with the clients on the night of the show, the rest of the time we are “insider-outsiders”
waking up when we want to (typically long after the real guests have gone for
their early morning game drives) and setting our own rhythm to our day often
different from the other guests. As “insider-outsiders” we often drive
ourselves in to camp, as opposed to flying, and typically park at the back of
camp where the inner workings of a camp, that guests never see, take place. As a sociologist, it’s fascinating. Who are
these people who run these camps? What are their lives like? Do they enjoy the three
months on, one month off schedule that is typical safari lodges? What types of
relationships are formed by these people who work so closely together for such
an extended period of time? What’s the craziest thing they’ve ever found in a
guest tent?
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| Our tent at Gomoti Plains |
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| A view from inside |
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| Sinks |
My favorite times
in camp are the “in between” when there are few guests around, between breakfast
and lunch (when they are out on their morning game drive) and between high tea
and dinner (when they are out for their late afternoon game drive). In these
moments, “front stage” (what is consciously and formally performed for guests)
becomes “back stage” (what happens behind the scenes). The camp is a buzz with
activities – cleaning rooms, polishing silverware, prepping for the next meal.
Lunch set up is transformed to sun-downers set up – wood is gathered and laid
out for the fire, chairs are organized in a semi-circle, the bar is set up, the
dinner table set, telescope location determined. We sometimes see other camp “guests”
who hide when it’s busy like dwarf mongoose. So cute!
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| Dwarf mongoose |
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| Exploring camp while guests are away |
The evening of the
star show typically involves Paul setting up his 10” Mead telescope in a
location with a good view of the Southern skies. A mix of bushman stories,
astronomy and looks through the telescope at objects like Jupiter and Saturn,
the jewel box (a birthplace of stars) and the globular cluster Omega Centauri
(a graveyard of stars).
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| Cape Buffalo |
We also get to go
out and do our own game drives during the day. On our most recent trip to
Gomoti Plains we saw amazing wildlife including a huge herd of Cape buffalo
(probably well over 500), plenty of giraffe, and wild dogs. We also had a boat
trip arranged for us and enjoyed getting out onto the Gomoti River and seeing
the amazing bird life (like spoon bills, fish eagle, African darters, etc.) and
lots of lechwe (antelopes with powerful back haunches that allows them to push
through the grassy wetlands) and elephants coming to drink and graze.
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| Many many buffalo |
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| Kudu |
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| Three wild dogs |
I especially
enjoyed the awkward water landing of the African darter. Darters, also known as
snake birds because when they are swimming you can only see their long neck and
it looks like a snake going through the water very gracefully. Flocks of
darters occupied the few riverside trees. A white (poop) coating reveals the
regular nature of their visits. As the boat approaches they all take flight
with some attempting to land on the water, wings flailing in all directions
until they finally gave up and just dive themselves under the water. It was
quite comical.
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| Many darters in a tree |
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| African Darters in a tree |
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| African Darter coming in for a landing |
While cruising
along the river I sometimes just closed my eyes and felt the sun on my skin and
listened to the sound of whistling ducks as they took flight. At times the
differences between my two lives seems hard to fathom, one week I’m staying at
a luxury lodge taking an afternoon boat ride on the Gomoti River and two weeks
later I’ll be at a two-day faculty retreat in an over air-conditioned
conference room for hours on end. No matter the location, I try to be where
I am but I must admit I do find it a bit more palatable to be floating down
a river listening to ducks.
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| Lechwe |
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| Lechwe on the move |
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| Lechwe and a Sacred Ibis |
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| Ellies on the Gomoti River |
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| Spoon-bill Stork |
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| Africa Fish Eagle |
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| Africa Fish Eagle |
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| Yellow-bill Stork |
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| Sunset before the star show |
