Botswana – the beginning of a big journey
Our plane flew at an altitude of 4,500 meters above the Kalahari desert, where fires were blazed recently.
Through the porthole, I watched the eagles and the vultures soared over thermal springs. A long and dry winter was drawing to an end. A rather dull sight. But suddenly I noticed a bright shine, reminiscent of the reflection of the sun in the mirror surface.
The plane began to decline, and in the distance I saw a winding strait. A blue lagoon and flood meadows stretched right behind him. In the middle of a shallow lake stood a lonely elephant. In the center of a small island surrounded by palm trees, a herd of antelop.
I arrived in Botswana, in the Delta of the Okavango River. And although my journey began a few days ago, when I went riding through the desert, a lot of new.