Steven’s the younger brother, the baby of our family. He just had a birthday, one of the many that are turning him into an aging baby…still the youngest though, and you know how they are…the babies/little brothers/littlest kids…really cute, but spoiled, right?  And sometimes you wonder if they’ll ever grow out of a certain amount of coyness… Steve, I didn’t want to bring this up on your birthday but… about that toilet… Read More

Now it is Sunday morning, October 12th (Sri Lankan time). Somehow our time here is a half-hour off from halfway around the world—half an hour earlier for California, half an hour later in New Mexico. Or the other way around? Two weeks since our very fine, life-renewing, unexpectedly wonderful journey in the Okavango Delta. Seems a long time ago already but forever will remain one of my favorite life adventures of all… Read More

Day Three: Mokoros and Wine. Up early again for our two-day mokoro trip. Mokoros are dugout canoes poled through the ever-present marshlands, each by a single experienced poler from a group that focuses on that trade alone. By van to a motorboat drop-off, by motorboat to the mokoro polers’ village. Then just over two hours in a literal flotilla of mokoros, three for the five of us, three more for our tents… Read More

The Grand Finale of Day Two Timber (our smart and thoughtful guide on the Moreni Game Reserve) searched for, observed and made some directional changes during the day in hopes of finding LIONS before we left. Success! The second day in the Okavango Delta draws to a close with the King and the road home.   Way home to Old Bridge from Game Reserve. In Botswana, animals always have the right-of-way. END… Read More

Taken before the lion ate Teresa. Forgive me. This obsession with my animal photos. Would be different if I were a serious photographer with a serious camera. Son Steven brought along a top of the line point & shoot and his photos are studio-quality probably. But he’s back in Albuquerque, I’m here at the Renuka City Hotel in Colombo… so you just get MY PHOTOS. On with Day Two. And the glamour… Read More

What is it about being out in the bush? In Africa. In a clunky four-wheel drive 4-by-4 truck converted to viewing vehicle. The tiniest bit of danger from a charging elephant or really hungry lion—but so slight as to be fun without being life-threatening. The hippo tipping the boat fear seems a little more real to me—just because I can’t really swim and would drown even before he could chomp or stomp… Read More

In the Bush: Up at 5am, off at 5:45 for 14-hours in the Moremi Game Reserve with plenty of Okavanga animal life and many miles of very rough roads. And what a day. Dry dry bush: wide open spaces, clumps of trees—mostly acacias (the toothpick trees of an earlier Botswana visit) but other taller and shorter species as well and then small crackly goldy-tan dry trees/bushes/shrubs. The brown and dusty look of the place… Read More

This is the first of a series of posts about our most wonderful adventure on safari in the Okavango Delta in Botswana, written a week or so after the fact. I choose to call our safari Delta Dawn because…well, just because…and what is that flower you have on… Safaris are silly. That is what I thought. We have an excellent zoo in Albuquerque where I can see animals native to other lands… Read More