You wouldn’t think a Sunday morning in the Okavango would feel different to any other morning, but it does. A sacred silence hangs over the landscape. Maybe it has something to do with the clouds that took shape in the east unexpectedly, causing the sun to rise a little later. Even the baboons had a lie-in this morning, their barks echoing from distant sausage trees at a more civilised time.
It’s mid-May,
