The end of the adventure
There is not really much more to say. I passed the morning packing and when the time to leave arrived, Vincent got my small suitcases and put them on board the “Osprey”. It was time to say goodbye, leave the easy life behind and return to reality....unfortunately
I joined Vincent on the safari boat and off we went on the last crossing of the lagoon.
The OSV was waiting to take us to the airfield.
We arrived but we did not really know exactly at what time the aeroplane would arrive, as it had to pass by several camps before picking up little me.
I had noticed arriving that there was always a car and men in place at the middle of the runway. I suppose in case of an accident
Vincent went off for a walk, most likely thinking about his future and what he could do in order to make it a successful one. He is married with two children and his family lives in Maun. It is not an easy life for a person with a family. They are working for three months and then they have two weeks off. The whole staff is always working seriously; when someone has time they are all working where there is a need for a helping hand, even cleaning the runway of the weeds.
In the meantime, I had a closer look at the only thing around, a knob-thorn tree.
My nose told me that there was also something else and a Common Dotted –bordered butterfly revealed a heap of dung
My ears told me that the plane was arriving. They are small but quite noisy
Gloser
And gloser
Vincent and I shared a big hug and onboard the sardine tin I went
The odyssey had begun or rather continued: A safari boat, an OSV, five different flights, a bus and a taxi and after approximately 36 hours I was home
Almost home! The below must be the Alps of the Italian Aosta Valley....I think
But in spite of everything, the car rental trouble, the pains at the pulse, the stomach bug etc. in SA, the hotel/airport difficulties, the Botswana Airways mess.......Whatever happens, apart from once

, the benefits and enrichment of the spirit, the nice people that you meet, make up for it all
My hope is, that there will be something to tell again, next year
