It's taken me FOREVER to edit these photos, and hence the hold-up on blog posts. Sorry for the delay! And now, after all the time/energy/squinting that went into sorting through the photos, I think they best capture our weekend at the Delta. We (the Harvards + Fred) set out on a Friday, and met up with Aaliyah and Austin (two other Harvard students in Gabs) at the airport, before flying right into Maun on a concerningly tiny little plane.
Okavango River Lodge
Notice the mosquito netting! The Delta is marked as a malarial region, so we all started taking our anti-malarials and slept under the mosquito nets as an additional precaution.
We set off at 6am on Saturday morning, with no idea that we'd be driving for an hour to the Moremi Game Reserve's south gate in an open vehicle. It was FREEZING!!! Like seriously, seriously cold. I can't think of many times I've been that cold in my life, despite all the blizzards and Boston winters I've weathered. I put my Red Sox cap on, my light jacket's hood over it, and pulled a blanket up as high as it would go to cover my face, but was still chilled to the bone. Even after we reached Moremi, following our absolutely silent, windy ride, it took several thermoses of coffee and a whole lot of muesli to revive the group.
But, as always, the day's experience was more than worth the bit of discomfort we endured getting there. Here's what we saw:
Morning Boat Cruise
Unfortunately, we kind of missed the point of the Delta by not doing a full-day boat ride IN the Delta, which I'm lowkey super bummed about, especially after seeing how incredible the Delta is through my addiction to Planet Earth. I blame slow wifi and our general disorganization when it came to prepping for this trip on top of keeping up with things at MaP. However, the timing of our flight worked out so we had the chance to at least see a bit of river and its wildlife (read: a few families' domesticated horses and cows) near Maun:
Basket Weaving in Maun
Aaaand with the final hours of our trip, we checked out this basket-weaving place in Maun, run by a woman who is part of a collective of local women who weave and sell baskets and occasionally teach basket-making for income. This particular woman has traveled all over the world, including the US, to teach people the art, and has a particular interest in creative, non-traditional patterns and colors. We spent an hour or so trying our hand at the craft (of course I got super into it and ignored everyone throughout my excitement to weave a basket), got the lovely chance to chat with the woman and her young son, and then headed straight to the airport- homeward bound!