“Run Stacey, run”, Maria screams in my ear as we jump out of the mokorro. We grab our bags and with our spouses in tow follow the polers in front of us to higher ground jumping over trees that block in the hippo pool.
My husband and I were on a gAdventures trip in southern Africa. After traveling from Capetown up the Skeleton coast through Namibia, we arrive in Maun, Botswana and are spending two nights in the Okavanga Delta. Our trucks stop at the water’s edge and we hop out. At the Delta Station, much different than the likes of Penn or Paddington, we meet our transport that will take us on our journey into the delta. Local transporters are known as polers. These men and women stand at the back of the mokorro (boats that come from hollowed out trees-although there are now some of fiberglass) and use a very long pole to literally push the boat through the delta. Read the rest of this entry