Deer Park

The river continues to rise

We took a fast ride up to the buffalo fence, navigating around the shallows

Past a party boat

To the fence

The catfish and bream have come down from the delta, but as far as I can tell none of the small fish I’m after.

Only this so far

and

My friend says “backswimmer, either Anisops (22 species) or Enithares (4 species)”

Ok, here’s an adventure.

Location: Moremi Game Reserve. It’s about a 12 -14 hour return trip in the Delta.

And the GPS track close up of the game drive and the south gate, critical to the story

Players: These 2 ladies, one of which is a friend of mine from Namibia. The other a friend of hers from Germany

The crux player in the story is this guy, a guide/friend and expert on Moremi who I invited along to help locate concentrations of game in the huge park

We’ll preserve his anonymity.

They final player is my truck, who had a few jobs to do today

It was a particularly lion rich day

Here are a couple more, playing

Beautiful, huge, saddle-billed storks

Hippos are always fun

And it was great pulling a Surf (Forerunner in USA) out of the mud

I always love the buffalos. They have such a bad attitude

Lots of antelope

We stopped for lunch under a magnificent baobob

After lunch we got out for a walk (after checking for animals) on a rise that gave us a rare view across the delta

My friend, the otherwise professional guide, pointed out a white mushroom in the grass. I took a photo for later reference, cigarette for size

He broke off and peeled a chunk about an inch across and ate it. He then broke off a smaller pieces for my Namibian friend, while the German lady and I wandered off to take photos.

And then we returned to our drive. After about 30 minutes the guide asked me to stop and he started puking. The attacks became more frequent and soon my Namibian friend started too. That’s her on the left in the trees

Then the guide couldn’t get back in that car without help. I moved the seat back and he started moaning for a while then went still and quiet, and we couldn’t rouse him. I seriously thought he might age in big trouble. My Namibian friend was doing a little better, puking regularly but able to talk.

We didn’t have a sat phone so drove fast back to the South Gate, maybe an hour away, and from there called Okavango Rescue. They said they’d fly over the building and we were to follow them to a landing spot

The movie, paramedic attending to my guide friend in the front, while my Namibian friend lay across the backseat. Drama

They took off back to Maun and the German girl and I followed to the clinic in Maun

This was the mistake the guide made. He assumed the mushroom he ate was this, the termite mound mushroom, which another friend showed me later

We’re not sure what it was, but I know someone who will tell me. I’ll ask her and update this blog.

The Namibian was plugged into things, given shots and released later that day. The guide was transported to hospital with renal problems, was released a week later and was as weak as a kitten for another month. We went for a boat ride yesterday, is now as good as new, and we didn’t mention it.

Edit. My friend, from the University of the Free State, feels it is most probably Amanita philloides, but without a picture of the underside, can’t be positive. She attaches

Forwarded to me

This is the form of the update we receive occasionally

The 2 important numbers there are active cases (3) and “transfered out”, which means either border jumpers (residents of Zambia, Namibia or RSA who have relatives here and sneak across and are caught by the Botswana Defence Force, or our biggest problem: truckers who failed screening at the border).

So far so good. The government is working very hard, since they know, and have reminded us, we have neither the hospital beds, the technology or the Doctors to deal with big numbers.

The main threat is from South Africa. I use spreadsheets for everything from to-do lists, to recipes, to any kind of thing I feel like listing. Being very mildly OCD, this is a lot of spreadsheets. I track various numbers to see whats going on in SA for fun. A section

An there’s my favourite chart from that, the 7 day m.a. of the positives into testing-turnaround-time-adjusted number of tests

We are just blowing through 18%. A very big number. This is good or bad news, depending on what your preferencial mix (or conviction) of fatality/duration is.

How well Botswana does almost entirely depends on how quickly that SA % number can be turned around, due to our shared border.

Just an opinion.

In answer to some email questions I get:

Here’s a clip from an email I received from the Canadian High Commission in Harare, Zimbabwe, who know I’m in Maun as I registered with them

I’ve had a few of these, but it’s right to ride it out here, rather than running, and returning to my friends who don’t have the choice, a year from now, and it’s beautiful here. Unless I can get my (non-exclusive) Botswana citizenship, then I have much more flexibility. I’m working on it.

Here’s me and my friend, Ren, who went through lockdown with me. We worked together on a successful project for 2 months.

And joined by a couple of Aussies who’ve been trapped on a mine site for 4 months, and escaped for a week off in town

There’s been a lot of drinking.

So I set off early this morning into the Delta. With no tourism the few people there are the anti-poaching division of the Botswana Defence Force, and poachers, and 2 friends 125K NW of me today.

They have my sat phone and I got an “all well” from them this morning at 05:48:28 UTC. They’re on a once-in-lifetime epic adventure I bailed on until next year, as I sit at a desk and work with a ruler and sharp pencils on a personal project I have 2 weeks to complete. They’re here, about as exotic location as anywhere on earth

So, getting their SMS, I had to go out for the day, even without my phone.

It was beautiful around the Boro, maybe an hour into the drive

I crossed paths with wildebeest and a small trailing herd of buffalo, running together, which I’ve never seen before

And even raced an ostrich for a while. Out of focus, don’t bother clicking

So I guess the fish collecting season has started, unless they lock us down again.