There was a lull in activity so I put my fishing rod aside to take in my surroundings - reeds and papyrus, sandbanks, floodplains and islands made up my immediate surrounds. A crocodile lay on one of the sandbanks.. .... this would be a great place for a different safari experience I pondered.. .... but soon the boat was moving and my thoughts were broken...'
The meandering waters of the Panhandle lazed out on my right. After taking a few images I put my camera down to enjoy the view from the air. The plane banked and I glanced quickly to my left and a strange outcrop caught my eye. Blue from a distance the sight was nonetheless haunting.
I glanced at the map on my lap and soon realised that the hills I was looking at were the well known San spiritual grounds of the Tsodilo Hills ........ I was to be spending some nights on a houseboat on the Panhandle and visiting the Hills during my stay ......'