Botswana is

Light in the water, and dark shapes on the horizon.
Rumblings in the night, and the smell of wild sage.
The whisper of the Chobe River,
And the gnarled silhouettes of mopane trees.
The racing of your heart when you spot lion tracks in the sand,
And the laughter in your throat while you watch an elephant swim.
Dust in the air, in your hair, in your mouth.
Scorpio and the Southern Cross shining clear and bright as diamonds.
The pure, cloudless sky of dry season,
Painted with every color as the sun rises and sets.
The leap of an impala.
The lifted tail of a warthog.
The flicking ears of a hippo in the water.
The lazy basking of a crocodile.
The distant lights of Kasane on the horizon.
The little pink buildings in all the villages.
The crackle of the campfire when you add another log,
And the hiss and smoke when you put it out.

For me, Botswana was just seven days in the wild,
Seven days that I will remember for the rest of my life.

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  1. It definitely sounds like the kind of experience you carry with you forever. Thanks for sharing so much about it – makes me feel like I was right there with you!

    (Also: watching an elephant swim must’ve been just about the coolest thing ever!)

  2. It was pretty neat!

    I’ve got ONE more post to write up about the trip, and then one last photo post. I think people are probably getting sick of hearing about it, lol…

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