But we hadn’t bargained on how many South Africans will travel to Chobe at the drop of a hat, so the little town of Kasane was heaving with them, sucking the local colour from the place and replacing it with a boring sameness we didn’t much care for some 2600km from home.
We found ourselves longing for the remoteness of Zambia, for the simplicity of fewer choices to be found in most shops outside the bigger towns, for brands like Mazoe orange squash from Ndola, and of course Mosi beer, deliciously addictive on a hot winter’s afternoon.
But we were here to experience the Chobe National Park for the first time, not lament that Botswana wasn’t Zambia.
More about that in the next blog…
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