When I first started dreaming about tent camping in Botswana I’m not sure what I had in mind. I don’t think it was sleeping on the ground in a pup tent nor did I expect to have tents quite like the ones we had.
Our first camp was Sable Alley in the Okavango Delta. Everything about it was perfect.
Our tent, with a front porch overlooking a water hole where hippos spent the day and baboons came to frolic, gave camping a whole new meaning.
The interior was roomy with everything needed for comfort. There were two showers, one inside and one out. I totally enjoyed taking an outdoor shower beneath a warm sun and with bird songs serenading.
I loved being wakened by a gentle soul calling good morning and delivering hot coffee and milk. That made getting up before dawn for the first game ride much more tolerable.
Food was delicious and served at tables beautifully set in an open space where the music was the sound of nature.
These gals got a big kick out of learning from the hubby the art of making the perfect martini. They took it on themselves to show off their newly acquired skill by having one waiting for him every evening. Of course, he had no choice but to show his appreciation by drinking it!
Our next stop was Jack’s Camp designed to be reminiscent of the 1940’s. Every detail succeeded in making you feel as if you were in another time.
One of my favorite parts of the day was high tea served in a cushion filled tent. The presentation, the setting couldn’t have been more perfect. The only downside was that it was sometimes difficult to get up from the floor after bouncing around for several hours over rutted terrain.
Dinner was romantic at a long table lit only by kerosene lanterns. In fact, the lanterns were the only source of light throughout the camp, charming but not always practical.
As at Sable Alley, the people who worked there are what made the place special. I can’t say enough about their warmth and their effort to make everyone comfortable. I especially appreciated sweet Thelma, who seeing me limp in after game rides would offer the gift of a massage. Never did I turn her down.
I mean what could be more perfect than being spoiled in a setting like this?
Chances are I’ll not experience the Botswana adventure again, but I will always have memories of the people and place that made this a dream come true.
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