Epilogue - of Poops and Other Things. Botswana Trilogy, Part...5?

This is for those of you interested in having more information about the camps we went to, and even more about elephant poo:

As mentioned in Part 1 of the amazing Botswana Trilogy, our first camp, Chitabe, had the best food I’ve ever had on safari as well as extremely friendly and genuine staff. By that I mean that their friendliness was genuine, not that they were genuinely staff. Although they were...

An example: on coming back from a hard morning’s drive, we asked if there were any snacks we could nibble on. A few minutes later, they appeared with this:Food porn maybe, but wow!

These camps do what they can to appear to be, on the one hand, a group of tents, whilst having every imaginable luxury on the other. They all have flush toilets, showers, two wash hand basins, running hot and cold water... well, you get the general idea, everything you have in a normal tent... er, not. They are always over the top. One camp had a lounge area, and in our third camp they even had an inside shower and an outside shower, for if you get the urge to get buck naked in front of the wildlife. 

Which, of course, I did...

Many even have swimming pools. Albeit possibly lacking in the size department, it does make you wonder what some people go on safari for.

Here’s a tent from the second camp (Shinde). I nicked this photo off the internet because I forgot to take any photos myself. Idiot. Too busy taking photos of stupid animals when I should have been taking pictures of tents...

Looks like it is in the wild doesn’t it? But this camp site was surrounded by a high electrified wire to keep out the elephants. Not too effective against lions though. This place also had a swimming pool, cunningly situated outside the electric fence. Thankfully lions don't like water. Elephants, on the other hand...

Tents are often put on stilts. I guess this fools some people into thinking that makes the tent safe. I mean, predators dont climb trees do they?

The third camp lacked a pool, but was situated on the banks of a crocodile infested river. Swimming wasn’t heavily promoted. Go figure.

Although beautifully placed, the staff there did have a penchant for the practical but slightly weird. Taking a walk on the wild side took on a whole other meaning in this camp. Their walkways are all covered with elephants poo! Apparently this has several advantages over less ‘traditional’ materials.

Annick wasn’t convinced...

Here’s a crap (pun intended) picture of me just to remind everybody that I was there too. Please note alternative use of elephants poo as hair replacement...

Each camp treated us to a special meal. At Chitabe, it was with sundowners at sunset in the savannah. Sorry, got a bit poetic there.

At Shinde, it was a meal for two under the stars, and on the last night of our holiday (in the Lagoon Camp) we were whipped away as if honeymooners for our own romantic repas. 

We left this message....

Unfortunately, behind that curtain is nothing but fresh air. Fresh air that got even fresher during the night, blowing most of Annick's hard work to the floor, leaving just the words HANK Y   MUCK.

Hopefully they got the message.

OK, that’s enough parts to this trilogy. Now back to civilisation. 

But I do miss the elephant’s poo...