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Little Known Migrations from Acacia Africa

Little Known Migrations from Acacia Africa

Jun 18, 2011

The Annual Migration in the Masai Mara is without a doubt one of the main reasons to opt for a safari holiday, but Acacia Africa has uncovered some less well-known migratory extravaganzas, with opportunities to view some spectacular wildlife including, celebrity sharks, dragonflies, and literally, millions of sardines. Dubbed “the greatest shoal on earth,”

Border-less Wildlife

Border-less Wildlife

Nov 18, 2008

On the little stretch of Caprivi, where the colonial politics of the past have arbitrarily divided the land into Namibia, Botswana, Zambia, and Angola, wildlife knows no borders. The river here serves as the divide, and its name changes every hundred miles or so. Birds here are as colorful as I’ve ever seen. Carmine bee-eaters sunbathe on low branches, and

Caprivi People

Namibia differs from Botswana like day from night, except for Namibia’s Caprivi Strip. On a map, it looks like the neck of a guitar, and stretches for over three hundred kilometers west to east, although it’s only thirty to seventy kilometers wide. Along its seldom used roads are scattered tiny mud-huts and skinny livestock. Most of the structures

Budget Botswana

Given the cost of reaching Botswana’s tourist attractions, I’ve been watching my budget closer than usual, though I still didn’t think it would have come to dumpster-diving. Well, I was wrong – I did end up at the city dump. Contemplating alternative access options to the next and last of Botswana’s overpriced national parks, I and my

Back to the Kalahari Desert

I’m back to the Kalahari Desert, now in Botswana, trying to remind myself that my feelings about authoritarian governments and regimes are not to be confused with my feelings about Africa. Travel is harder here. The National parks are expensive to access, and bush-camping is dangerous – too many elephants walking around. I try not to get too annoyed with

The Great Kalahari Desert

The Great Kalahari Desert

Sep 15, 2008

I’d walk the Kalahari Desert if they’d let me. Herds of springbok would race by, pronking in the insane and magnificent way they do, showing me how strong and healthy they are so I wouldn’t even attempt to catch and eat them. Oryx would watch me carefully, then run off, and turn back to see what I’m up to again and again. Hartebeest and