the kill, guarded. Moremi National Park, Botswana
The other lions could not help but stare at her enormous zebra belly. Moremi National Park, Botswana
“…I ate too much…” Moremi National Park, Botswana
lioness topping off a zebra dinner. Moremi National Park, Botswana
wet whiskers. Moremi National Park, Botswana
The other lions could not help but stare at her enormous zebra belly. Moremi National Park, Botswana
Sticking close to mama. Moremi National Park, Botswana
Dust bath 1, 2, 3. Moremi National Park, Botswana
A red-billed oxpecker having breakfast on a giraffe. Moremi National Park, Botswana
I don’t want to follow the crowd. Moremi National Park, Botswana
Communal bath; the bumps in the background… crocs. Moremi National Park, Botswana
Big bull rolling in the mud. Moremi National Park, Botswana
Southern red-billed hornbill preening, Moremi National Park, Botswana
White-backed vultures, Moremi National Park, Botswana
Southern yellow-billed hornbill, Moremi National Park, Botswana
Arrow-marked babbler, Moremi National Park, Botswana
Lilac-breasted roller, the national bird of Botswana, Moremi National Park, Botswana
A bottle of designer ginger ale escaped from the refrigerator on a terrible, bumpy road. The twist off cap twisted off. In a normal place, the ginger ale-soaked carpet in the bottom of the camper would be pulled out and washed immediately. In a place that gets four meters (that is: 4 meters = 157.5 inches = 13 feet) of rain a year, this is a futile pursuit. Nothing dries. Ever.
Several days later: new place. Hosed down, washed off, scrubbed carpet hanging to dry. But,wait! There’s more. It’s raining.
And raining. And raining…
Carpet is overrated. Maybe I’ll go carpet-free until winter sets in.