Just finished watching “Kalahari: The Flooded Desert” on Nature. http://to.pbs.org/RfVeuB The programme brought back fond memories. In 1983 we spent five incredible weeks visiting my parents who were working in Gaborone, Botswana at the time. On one of our junkets we drove north through the Kalahari to spend several wonderful days in the Okavango Delta. While there I rescued our seven year old son when he fell off the camp dock. He turned white when he realized that there were crocodiles, hippos and tiger fish in the water. We watched as the assistants refilled our water pitchers with water from the Delta. Enjoyed iced orange squash with sand at the bottom of the glass. We were told freezing killed all of the bad things. No one became ill. Heard gunfire in the Caprivi Strip. Observed incredible wildlife. Hippos walked through our camp at night. Watched a large pack of wild dogs split up and stalk several zebra. Saw one leopard but no lions. Several black-backed jackals. Cape buffalo. Elephants. Numerous birds. The few camps allowed in the Delta at that time were quite rustic. Today’s camps appear to be much too luxurious and too large to allow the visitor to experience the true atmosphere of the Okavango. It now seems to be a destination not an adventure. Very happy we were able to visit this magical place before its mystery disappeared.