
In the morning I was nervous because I could not get hold of the Passenger Service in order to get a wheelchair from the hotel to my flight to Maun. The distances at the airports these days are kilometric


Advice to anybody who might go to Botswana by air: Try to avoid Botswana Airways (stupid). First, they changed the schedules, which luckily did not get in the way for any of my other flights, and then a direct flight became a stopover one both ways without any warning. Going, it meant picking up luggage at the stopover and go through customs and security and then check in again to the domestic leg (roll) On the way back at least they let us stay on board. Never again!
On arrival to Maun service was almost exaggerated

I had been told that I could only carry a soft bag with me as those small aircraft do not have much luggage space, instead, there were no problems bringing both of my small suitcases. Somebody owes me € 50.00+€15.00 for the bag I had bought and the trouble to get it packed and fitted into one of the suitcases

Getting on board is not an easy task, if you are not a very athletic dwarf

Off we went and it was a very bumpy flight, luckily I managed to keep the nausea under control


There was a herd of elephants in one of the pics, but I cannot find it anymore

A first stop where a family of three and a staff member got off in a rather desert looking place. Then up again and the last stop was mine. The runway was bumpy as expected and It was great to get out of that sardine tin.
A young good looking guide from Mopiri Camp was waiting for me. We got into a Land Rover, drove a short piece of sand road and arrived at a safari boat.
It did not take long before I heard singing. Surprised I saw the whole staff at the landing singing their hearts out.
Nice but not quite my taste as there was nothing spontaneous about it, even if they did their utmost. The best was a cold wet towel handed to me, when I put foot on the ground
