I allowed myself another night camping at the Nxai Salt Pans. This time, my objectives were larger than life.

Supersized and scurrilous.

Baines Baobab is a settlement of 5 humongous and a few smaller baobabs.

All of which are in full bloom and greenery.

Dried flowers and stems lined the hot sand.

Fruitful vitamin bombs weren’t far off.

Baines Baobab has been well documented by travelers and explorers over the centuries and was a perfect meeting place due to its outstanding features.

This amazing collection of trees had captured my imagination 6 years ago.

This time, I wanted to experience the serenity of endless and crusty salt pans.

Apart from tall ol trees and salty spaces, nothing else would fill the void.

Equilibrium pure.

There are only three spacious and exclusive campsites alongside the Baobab Salt Pans, all yield a gigantic baobab tree and an abundance of space.

Campsite 1 was closed due to previous heavy rains. The risk of getting stuck was too high for authorities to take.

The salty crust layer behaves similarly to that of ice. There is always a layer of mud underneath, it just depends on how thick the dry salt layer is to prevent you from sinking in.

Momentum and weight distribution are the key factors of not getting stuck in salty mud.

If you are stuck, there is hardly a way out.

I was stationed on campsite 3, the furthest away from the Baines baobabs.

That meant some expert driving on the salt pan. It is fun. Vroom-vroom.

Flat-out over the flat white horizon as far as the eye can see. Yippee.

I wasn’t the only one leaving caramelized donuts behind. It was surprisingly busy in fact.

Three young Ozzie’s from Canberra occupied the second camp spot. They recognized the flying Roo on Zimba’s backside. G’day Skippy.

Four young South African cronies were on the trip of their short lifetime so far. It’s vital to let steam off and experience adventures at this age.

Zimba stole the show once more and ‘no’, he is not for sale.

Zimba may have been stalked by a pair of paws.

Baines Baobab picnic area was just like an oversized playground for me and my toys.

Which one to use first?

All these different-sized and shaped baobabs stood tall right next to one another.

One baobab tree underwent a deconstruction years and years ago.

Someone tied a knot in the tree trunk but even that doesn’t bother nature. Life just goes on.

The dry hot air created windy conditions which made Rick’s adventures a bit more adventurous.

The sun was slowly sinking over the salty horizon as Osmo captured another Timelapse.

Phew and phenomenal. What a place to be.

The three Ozzie Ozzie Ozzie parked their hired cruiser on the salt pan and enjoyed the view.

The vanishing light and a cold beer are the perfect combination right here, right now.

We sat on the bonnets and relished the perfect ending to this incredible day.

Millions of stars covered a completely dark sky.

Rick was the first one to glimpse the sun as he hovered over my Caruso Island.

Gotta say, I like the view.

Endless nothing with a glimpse of life in the form of animal tracks. There was some movement in the very distance.

Tiny brown specks seem to move over the white carpet. Or was it an illusion?

A small herd of zebras moved towards a herd of wildebeest. These are rather shy customers who don’t like any disturbance.

There is nowhere to hide on these salt pans.

Two notable-sized ‘salt-bergs’ were on the move as well.

Not far from camp and outstanding in albino appearance.

I gathered some trust and Zimba gained momentum as we hooned over crusty pans.

It is an unexplainable experience driving towards nothing much on the horizon.

Driving and flying Rick was at low risk over the endless vastness, which endures an enormous sense of space.

I truly recommend visiting the Nxai Salt Pans if you’re traveling Botswana.

Wether it’s elephants or baobabs, these gentle giants are some of the hardiest in Southern Africa.

It is a raw experience you won’t ever forget as Theodore agrees.