“Pel’s! There! Two of them!” Galle rattled with excitement. The difficulty of seeing these rare birds had shelved them in a dusty corner of mythical maybe-one-days in my mind. I was jolted awake, the three of us with our eyes up in the jackalberries. We followed them as they flew, watched them through our binos, and eventually lost them into the wild, watery beyond. What just happened?
We followed the call of the honeyguide and quietly moved out of the eyeline of an elephant bull as he browsed and dust bathed and eventually walked into the papyrus with a crackle. On the boat ride back, gorgeous African skimmers flew above us and alongside us, scooping water as if trying to maintain connection.
Across the channels and lagoons on the panhandle, papyrus whispers of infinity and Livingstone’s ‘country of rivers’ as the channel breaks apart into a web of canals. Whether you’re exploring on the water, celebrating serenity, or learning more about the area’s early inhabitants, Okavango waters are conjurers of words. Like flowing ink, these are the silent stories of a well-travelled river, the Bayeyi who have lived here, the wildlife that are sustained by its waters, and the people who have been drawn here to explore.
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