Camp Kalahari is a small “primitive” camp located on the northern side of the Makgadikgadi Pans, Botswana. We flew out of Maun southeast towards the Pans and the Kalahari Desert for about 45 minutes. The land became dry, then even drier, and was crisscrossed by thousands of animal paths heading in all directions.
The camp itself is a collection of open-sided, thatched common buildings for meals and gatherings, and about ten large canvas guest tents. By far the most
isolated of camps we stayed at, but most certainly my favorite. Every morning, coffee would be brought to our tent so we could sit out on the tent porch, watch the sunrise, and listen to the awaking surroundings.
Our tent had twin beds, and the bath was attached to the tentbut had no roof. It was quiet, peaceful, and wonderful. Early mornings and late afternoons, we’d be out in the safari truck looking for animals. We were never disappointed. Mid-afternoon, we returned to the camp for a wonderful lunch. Afterwards, we’d rest in the outside lounge with tea and cookies.
We would see much larger herds elsewhere in Botswana, but we had no complaints.
After we said goodbye to our guide and the staff, we drove to the runway, a dirt track in the sand. Before we could take off in our 6-seater plane, we had to wait for the runway to be cleared of elephants.
