Chillie, a smiling story teller whose tribe is native to the delta, propels the Makoro through shallow water by standing in the stern and pushing with a pole. The boat is traditionally made by digging out a large tree.
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We fly in a small plane to the Okavango Delta; a marshy land of tributaries and long reeds. Far below our seven seater plane, the tawny Red Lechwe antelope grazes at the water’s edge. When I met our pilot Iman, she said she liked my jandals.
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The air is cool and fast, moving over and through me as we speed along the dirt trail. Emily, a five year veteran guide at the lodge says she has a present for me. When we pull up, I don’t see them straight away; their tan coats blend with the dry terrain.
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The baboons yell, warning their symbiotic mates, the impala, against encroaching predators. The long limbed and skittish impala and the squirrely and dexterous baboon seem an unlikely set of friends.
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Serein – serene – is a great name for river. It runs leisurely through deep Burgundy and Noyers, one of the medieval villages along its banks, is regularly voted one of the most beautiful spots in France: all limestone, lime trees and freshly-painted volets.
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