This morning George and I got up and went down to the truck to get ready for our safari into the Okavango Delta, on which we were taking about half the group. We grabbed all the stuff off the truck that we needed; food, pots, pans, cleaning stuff, tents, roll mats, esky/cool box/chilly bin. We had a quick breakfast and then the jeeps arrived with a trailer and which we loaded up.

We left almost on time and drove out to the Mokoro station, stopping on the way to get ice, also on the way George remembered the events of last night. Namely, Mugo our driver, coming in at about 3am and yelling his head off, calling out to George. What about Mugo last night George said. I thought the truck was on fire. Yeah, I said, What the what the hell was all that about? He had a go at me for locking the door. George informed me that Mugo had been drinking, we had a bit of a laugh about it then.

We arrived at the Mokoro station and unloaded the trailer, we were then informed by our guide from the safari place that the polers hadn't turned up yet. We ended up waiting around for the best part of an hour for them to turn up. I got talking to Trian, one of our passengers about his trip to Egypt, which he is undertaking after his overlanding trip, I barely noticed the hour go past at all and before I knew it we were loading up our mokoros. I looked at my phone and realized how long I had been standing there and also realized that again, sadly I missed Egypt & Archaeology terribly. Must make a plan to get back to Egypt if ever I get a break at this job.

We got into our mokoros, I shared with Alana and our polers name was a guy called Oracle. Oracle informed us that he must take the rear position because one of the guides had to be at the rear. He fell behind the rest of the group a lot, but I rather enjoyed the fact that we were basically alone in the tranquility of the reads. After about an hour and a half, we reached a small island and set up camp. I was sure it was the same island, on which I had camped with the Dragomaniacs, but I had no real way of telling.

After we had set up camp, we lounged around for a bit in the heat, before being taken to a swimming spot about fifty meters from where we were camping. I was completely prepared for no water activities the entire time and to be absolutely disgustingly filthy and sweaty by the time we got back to Maun, like I was two years ago. Being able to swim, totally changed the entire tone of this excursion. Instead of being hot and sweaty all the time and hardly able to move in the heat, we were cool and refreshed and played games amongst the reads, of which I was the only one brave enough to swim right into.

After the first of many swims, we split into two groups and went for a game walk. Oracle was our guide, I can't say I was totally impressed having already done heaps of these and after just having done the best one of my life with Ian in Zimbabwe, I was bored out of my mind. I still also have no replaced my sneakers, so the spiky grass put me through hell for the entire two hours.

We returned from our walk and George had made Spaghetti bolognaise for dinner which was really awesome. When we had finished and washed up, we sat around the camp fire and some of the polers told us some tribal stories. I also informed George that I wasn't going on tomorrows three hour nature walk on another island. He didn't seem to mind, I think I've done enough of those now to know what they involve. I went to bed quite early, keeping the tent flaps open to feel the beautiful breeze sweeping through the marshes that rustled the reads and sent me straight to sleep.