We sadly left Botswana after an all too brief 2-week stay.  What a lovely country, the people are so kind, friendly and honest. They are ALL extremely well versed in English, even the tiny children who ran to the roadside to ask for water, sweets or money, spoke remarkably good English,

It was quite fitting that our last moments in Botswana, as we headed to the Ngoma Bridge crossing into Namibia, just about summed up our stay.  We had a 6 or 7 hour drive but in Africa everything goes at a slow pace, and when we got held up for 20 mins for 100+ elephants returning from the Chobe River, you can only but sit, wait and smile.

5 km further and only a few Ks short of the border we waited for the biggest herd of Buffalo we had ever seen to cross the road. It was hard to guess how many but when 4 cross the road at a time which takes 5 seconds and we waited over 15 minutes, and that equals lots of hundreds, and we did not even wait for the convoy to finish.  

Once into Namibia we drove the length of the Caprivi Spit and the entire route was lined with tiny straw shack villages. The villagers livelihood seem to be spent tending animals, collecting firewood  and often walking miles with babies strapped to their backs to collect dirty river water.  We have not worked out exactly what the locals eat, as the supermarkets are only stacked high with maize, bread, sugar and sweet things.  No diet or healthy options just high carb or junk food.  K gets bogged down in the sweety isle while M searches for a decent cut of meat.

We eventually arrived at our next campsite, a trendy Eco campsite called Ngepi by mid afternoon and we both enjoyed a dunk in the hippo and croc cage.  K was very smiley next to the warning sign but boy you should her heard her squawking when she eventually got in.  

In her defence, there were a few hippos in the water and that night we had a full grown male hippo exit from the river and eat the green grass in right in front of our 4 x 4.  It was a pic not to be missed but the camera was in the cab and K would not let me get out of the tent to collect it, so we will just have to visualise our late night encounter. 

Camp Hogo was our next stopover as we pushed west towards Etosha. It was a very lush green  campsite still on the same Okovango River but only a river's width from Angola.  The campsite is a tented village with a splendid pool that looked a bit too blue and clear to tempt us.  Both these campsites were just a quick stop over en-route to Etosha, ideal to break up the 1000 Km drive.