I’m spending the weekend in Botswana, which is honestly the most gorgeous place outside Cape Town I have ever seen. It’s the first time I’ve crossed the border and left South Africa. The excitement of having my passport stamped for the first time has worn off and now I’m looking forward to some African adventures.
Being here almost makes me feel like African-Americans do when they talk about Africa, perhaps it because Botswana is home to my mother tongue, Setswana.
As someone with a bit of a penchant for adventure, I had to jump at the opportunity to go camping, especially in Botswana. I spent the night before the departure packing supplies; food, water, a tent and other things that Bear Grylls would call luxury items.
It’s a late and chilly afternoon in July. We’ve been in the vehicle for hours, driving southwards from Notwane – an area just outside Gaborone – making our way in the hard working vehicle over sand dunes towards our designated camp site somewhere deep in Khutse Game Reserve.
We wobble through the dunes, munching on pork pies and various other tidbits we had packed for nibbling purposes. Suddenly, Mike, our guide, slows down pointing out towards the left at a sign that reads: The Tropic of Capricorn. I let out a yelp of excitement while he fumbles for the camera somewhere in the backseat. I stand next to the sign and the records my momentous crossing.
The day rolls to its perfect end as Mike sets up camp; the red, orange and yellow hues of the sun melting into each other across the clouds in the sky. It is breathtaking, standing there and not being able to pull your gaze from the gorgeous sunset.
Soon, the tent is set up, the fire is roaring and a fillet steak is cooking on the gas burner. Holding a cup of tea, blanket wrapped around my body, sitting in the camping chair watching ‘FTV’ (fire TV) – life is perfect, and yes, I almost feel like I’m home.
Contributed post by Boipelo Seswane.
(Image credit: Alan, CC BY-NC-ND 2.0, via Flickr)