The Brits saying goodbye to ST (a charming, knowledgeable guide who introduced me to the wonders of his beautiful Botswana), and getting back into Annie's helicopter as the water was rising and the airstrip still flooded, so this was the only way out.
Note: Received an e-mail from ST this week - fears that Vumbura would be closed, due to the possibility of the camp being flooded, is over - the water level is now dropping and all is well.
By now even dear Babs felt like a 'chopper pro' as we made a dash for it, then flew off to meet up with our next plane at a dry airstrip.
Elan's Cessna Caravan arrived and when I asked if I could sit behind him he invited me to sit beside him! OMG, me a co-pilot - can't you almost see my knees knocking here as I looked at all those dials.............
View from the cockpit - you really can't see over the high dash, have to look out the side window which made thoughts of having to take over the controls even more frightening!
But have to admit, once up and away it was an awesome flight in the front seat...........and Elan was a 'dishy' pilot who chatted the whole way sharing valuable information about the spectacular landscape below.
Flying over the watery Okavango Delta toward our second Wilderness Safari camp, Duma Tau ("Roaring Lion") - still in Botswana.
Next time - the delights of a slightly more rustic camp. "Darn, no hairdryers", but a large floor fan worked in a pinch. More impeccable service, and surprises in the beds!