2.00 pm: Despite been in the Okavango Delta we were still in the Kalahari Desert and the combination of marsh scent and Kalahari dust was an intoxicating mixture, ripping at my senses. It was hot, a marsh and Kalahari dust scent hot. A fish eagle shouted across the delta in an arrogant territorial display.
6.15 pm: The evening was heading to its conclusion and the moment was taking stock as our canoes smashed through the water and vegetation, the only sound in the silence of the place. The water was reflecting the moment.
Tomorrow: We set out early for Camp Moremi with the boat swerving through the channels dodging the papyrus and water berries. We saw fish eagles, herons and darters. A pair of wattled cranes took to the wing as we passed an open plain on one of the many islands that make up this part of the Okavango.
'Wattled cranes are an endangered species in Africa. In Botswana, however, their numbers are safe. The greatest threat to them is the shrinking of the natural areas due to human encroachment!'
In places the vegetation was perfectly reflected on the water before we crashed past and smashed the reflections into ripples of intrusion. At Gadikwe there were many birds at the breeding colony.
Herons, egrets and darters mingled in black and white, silhouetted against blue and green and the cacophony of the gathering.
We stopped on a small island to have tea and to change boats. I walked a short distance away from the group and sat on a termite mound. Some lechwe were grazing on the opposite side of the island and they all turned to stare at me.
All around me I could see signs of elephant. Dung and broken branches littered the ground. I reflected on how little the island had been disturbed by us, in comparison to other parts of the wilderness, in our subconscious quest to control all the wild areas in the mistaken belief that we are protecting them.
The Okavango Delta remains a pristine area, but I did wonder how long this would last. I felt privileged to be there.The delta was opening up as we approached the Xaxanaka area. There was less papyrus and in places the channels widened into lagoons. The scenery was spectacular. Two male elephant that were drinking barely took notice of us as we went past.
On the afternoon drive we headed out towards Paradise Pools where a pride of lions had been sighted on the morning game drive. In the mopane woodland beyond the airstrip a breeding herd of elephant were moving slowly as they fed on the grass and mopane.
A herd of lechwe splashed through the water as we approached the Paradise area, stopping to look back at us when they were a safe distance away.
7.15 am: The light mist was reflecting the sunrise into an indescribable beauty. Only one sense was active in that moment. The sense of self! I pulled away from everything, allowing myself to steal a moment to marvel at the creators work.
7.25 am: A lioness was lying on a termite mound watching a herd of impala. 'Why is she alone? Aren't they normally in prides?' 'Yes they are usually in prides. This one looks as though she is nursing judging by her underbelly. It could be that she has young cubs hidden somewhere. They will move away from the pride to give birth and then keep the cubs hidden for a time before joining the pride again.'9.45 am: The impala were snorting and staring intently at a patch of grass on the edge of the tree line. I searched the place through my binoculars but could not see anything. 'What do you think it is?' 'Not too sure as yet but it could be a leopard.' We waited, but the excitement slowly melted as the impala began to relax. The moment passed.