Delta Dawn
Like butter in a hot pan, the mokoro slides out of the inlet onto the coppery stillness of the Okavango floodplain. Water lilies part as Tshenolo Mahongo poles us towards one of Botswana’s many small islands, crimson in the rising sun. Here at Jacana, we’re on the fringe of permanent wetland just west of the Jao Channel, one of the Okavango River’s main ‘fingers’.
Beady-eyed reed frogs watch us from their lookouts in the sedge, and a spotted-necked otter breaks the surface. Jacanas, egrets and kingfishers are unafraid, only taking flight from us at the last moment.
At Jacana Camp the previous night,
