We were awoken with a cup of tea at eight o'clock this morning by Ann, we were breakfasted and turned around by nine o'clock. After an uneventful drive to Jo'burg we arrived at the terminal, the wrong terminal. After the brief detour we arrived and checked in on our flight to Maun. After saying goodbye to Ann, Matt and I were free again to continue our adventure. The flight to Maun was beautiful, flying over the bush that seemed to go on for millions of miles. The moment finally arrived, the moment that we had both been anticipating for months. We touched down in Botswana.
Shuffling through the tiny terminal we had to fill in imigration forms. After some dodgy forms we were went off to try and find our baggage and then Peter (out host). We had not got 10 steps before a voice behind us proclaimed 'Boys, over here!' This was when we got our first glimps of Peter Dow.
Peter is an absolutely facinating guy. Originally a US citizen he has since changed nationallity to be a native Botswanan and he has lived here since 1977.
Now, just chilling in the Old Bridge Backpackers i am convinced it is the most relaxed place in the world. Top notch.
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