We Are Better Together! - Okavango Delta, Botswana & "The Pod" by John Banovich

To witness the delta's charms, a place where water flows into the white sands of the desert, creating lagoon filled, palm lined paradise rich in wildlife and reminds us this is Africa's last Eden.

We Are All Better Together!!! 🦛 🌴

“Many creatures in the animal kingdom need a strong social bond to survive. Community gives them many competitive advantages and keeps hormone levels balanced. When forced to be away from one another, their normal pattern of behavior, sleep and diet result in irritability and compromised immunity. Isolation drives their stress hormones into overdrive and if they don’t get back their social connections in time their prognosis will not be good. For wildlife and humans alike, social distancing is only tolerable for a period of time. TOGETHER is better!"

"I have always said that if I had only one trip to Africa left in me, it would be either Serengeti or Botswana’s Okavango Delta. This ecological biome is where I went on my very first safari in 1993 and have eagerly returned dozens of times over the last 27 years. To witness the delta's charms, a place where water flows into the white sands of the desert, creating a lagoon filled, palm lined paradise rich in wildlife, we are reminded that this is Africa's last Eden. I encourage everyone who travels with us at Wildscapes Travel to include this on their itinerary." John Banovich

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John Banovich, "'The Pod”
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"They kill more people than any other animal in Africa. This documented fact was all I could think about as we tried to slip by a large bull hippo in Botswana’s Okavango Delta. The bull eyed our narrow makoro with suspicious irritation – he could explode into rage at any moment. “Do not make any sudden movements,” our guide said softly. The Botswana bushman punting us along slowly kept vigilant watch on the bull. I glanced to the front of the boat just in time to see a giant spider web looming in our path. Right then, the web’s big, ivory owner executed a perfect half gainer right into the boat. He was after me. I could see it in his eyes. As I sprung from the arachnid’s killer path, the vessel’s weight shifted and the hippo’s tolerance shattered. He lunged at us with such brute power and fury it must have terrified the spider into jumping ship. With a pole-vaulter’s precision, our bushman punter swept our small makoro past the raging beast to the other side of the lagoon. I hadn’t been reprimanded like that since Brother Ford caught me misbehaving at Butte Central Catholic High School. Our guide obviously hadn’t seen the size of that spider." John Banovich