Well, what an adventure we had. Still having.

I don’t even know where to start.

Today is the first day that we don’t have to drive anywhere. Do anything. Anywhere but here.

Here at Mopani Farm in the Tuli Block, south-eastern Botswana.

Zimba needs a well deserved rest and so do we.

We will just sit here by the dam and watch the wildlife walk by, watching us.

A clean source of water is a major draw card.

Calm mirroring waters reflecting what life is all about.

I haven’t had much time to do anything but enjoying and experiencing an unforgettable journey of highs and blows, which turned into more excitement and new adventures.

This wheel of fortune is part of my travelswithben and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Some of my friends may have been worried. Others may have felt neglected.

I apologise to those who may need it.

But these last three weeks had been next level.

Memories stuck in my brain.

Experiences hard to explain.

Events of pure humbleness and helpfulness.

Events of faith and trust.

Events of experiencing Mother Nature at its best.

Events of human nature at its best.

What comes around goes around is usually used in a negative line of thinking.

I would like to think it is quite the opposite. When bad things happen, something amazing and mind blowing will transpire.

It was almost as if we purposely had bad luck to find and experience the best that human and natural nature has to offer.

We had an adventure of some sort, unexpected and even better than the one from the previous day.

Every time we reached the climax, or so we thought, some unpredictable occasion topped the previous event.

It’s hard to explain and I won’t even bother putting those experiences on paper.

One needed to be there to fully understand the beauty, the happiness, the peacefulness, the laughter, the compassion, the thrill and the unpretentiousness of what Africa has to offer.

My very good friend Belinda from Australia came over for a visit to Africa. She has never been.

Africa is not for the faint hearted but I offered an adventure Mr. Ben style.

After a week at my very good friends, Mariette, Pieter and Roo-Roo Adendorff, who have been outstanding hosts again, it was time to hit the dust tracks.

The Okavango Delta in Botswana was our destination.

It’s a 1000 km one way track, as the crow flies. Along the route, we will experience what Africa has to offer.

We camped in very remote places, often with no one else anywhere near. No need to lock the doors.

A million stars above and only the sounds of nature to be heard.

We listened to the lions roar.

We seen reflecting eyes of a barking leopard and heard hyena calling the clan.

Hippos grunted as they grazed the shallow flats of the Boteti River.

Elephants walked by only a few meters away.

Sitting around the fire and cooking scrumptious food.

Sunrises and sunsets over reflecting waters.

Fresh early mornings to zip another cup of coffee.

Stunning calm sunny days shadowed our adventures.

We met a realm of outstanding human beings. Thommy and Stable got us back on track when Zimba’s left front hub gave way.

Brandon and Lee offered shelter and nature on their farm in the Tuli Block, Botswana’s hidden jewel in the south-east corner.

Well worth a visit to anyone.

Proctor and his team at the Khwai River Community Camp dealt with record breaking floods in the Okavango Delta.

They dealt with laughter and modesty with floods of hundreds of tourists.

And they dealt with us with pleasure and kindness.

‘Rhino’ was most patient as I asked him for help with my disappearing passenger window.

We created our own shitshow in Maun.

Vix, Phillie and Joseph helped us to replace an old leaking seal on Zimba’s power steering pump. It took three days and I now know Maun better than my home city.

All throughout or journey, we laughed and we cried.

We ate some outstanding food and drank too much.

A very, very, very big thank you goes out to everybody who was part of this adventure.

It would not have been the same without your help, your kindness and your modesty.

But then again, who knows what sliding doors may have opened instead. That’s what (my) life is all about.

The biggest thank you goes out to ‘Listen Lindi’ for being such a great friend and travel companion. Anything Africa threw at us she returned with a smile and kindness.