After Tsodillo Hills we pitch our tent on the banks of the Okavango River, just south of Shakawe. The campsites are splendid: spacey, with big trees, and a view over the swampy river. A yellow-billed kite is nesting above our heads, and the chicks provide great entertainment. One could say the many monkeys are also entertaining, but we find them mainly annoying cause they're seasoned thieves.
At night the hippos entertain us, splashing through the river and making impressive sounds. Since it's raining again, or still, we use the daytime to read - literature for Bram and westerns for Maud, still in love with Winnetou and Old Shatterhand.
4 comments:
Heeey Neef,
Nog steeds Tarzan zie ik.
Verder weinig afrikaanse afmetingen te bekennen ;-)))
Verkopen ze die daar alleen in die blanke huidskleur?
als ze een zwarte hadden Frank,waren de pijpen te kort geweest voor de tekening van het geslachtsorgaan ;-))
Jealous of my Jock from Jaramaribo guys?
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