“The flung stone that puts stars to flight”
The chance to bush camp in the Okavango Delta has long been a wish, ever since reading about the Delta and its wildlife and seeing a BBC documentary.
Crossing the Delta en-route to the bush camp, we encounter a large pod of hippos cooling in the lagoon. Drifting a little too close, the alpha male starts to become defensive, causing a hasty retreat into the channels through the reeds.
Bush camping may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but it brings rare moments that will be embedded in my memory for life.
Sitting in the pool at 05:30, it is quiet and utterly tranquil. The only sounds are the occasional eerie calls of birds going about their business in the surrounding reeds.
In the east, the rising sun gradually casts a pink glow over the surface of the pool, producing a perfect mirror image of the reeds in the dark still waters of the Delta.
The promise of another blazing hot day in the Delta, is countered by the coolness of the pool.
Sitting in the pool with water up to my nose, the surface is perfectly still, disturbed only by the Water Boatmen scurrying across the water, suspended by the surface tension.
Below the surface, dozens of little fish group around my body and arms; I am brought back from my reverie by nips from the larger minnows on the fleshy parts of my body.
The temptation is to stay a while longer, but its time to break camp and continue my journey south.
The brief interlude in the Okavango Delta will be treasured for a long time to come!