Every bit of this is 100% true. I’ve been very fortunate to have had some wonderful experiences on safari. Every member of my groups has returned home in one piece and somehow, strangely enough, so have I. That’s not always the situation with some of the incredible people I’ve met and befriended who live out in the bush 24/7.
Part Two of Safari Mike’s story of the Skeleton Coast.
This is CRAZY! It’s 5:00 am and I’m actually going through with it… the Skeleton Coast, Namibia. “The Land God Made in Anger”….
What was I thinking last night when I actually told Festus and Chris that I would try to find the herd of Oryx that “might” appear in the early morning.
After two hours our single engine Cessna Caravan turbo-prop begins to descend. The landscape hasn’t changed much for several hundred miles except now there are more desolate looking peaks and valleys. Bleak and no signs of life…of any kind. What could I expect? We were flying over the most restricted portion of the oldest desert on the planet.
On a blistering hot summer day, it can be a no-brainer to think about a refreshing swim. It doesn’t matter where in the world you may be if it’s hot enough. Since this little episode takes place in Botswana’s Okavango Delta the story has a rather different wrinkle to it.