Nervous about going into a big city after such a long time on our own and enjoying the serenity of wildlife sounds by day and night, we reluctantly rolled into the frantic town of Maun. (pronounced Maung)
Maun is no bigger than Greerton was in the 90’s – Chadwick road only. And if it were any bigger I don’t think we would have been able to cope. It was small, very dusty and quite busy, which at that time was enough to make our heads spin. Nowadays, (writing from Tanzania) we look back at Maun with confidence, almost as the stopover town that it is.
Sedia Hotel & campsite. Another great host and accommodation encounter to write home about. Andy, the engineer man from Manchester who came to Botswana to work on the roads many a year ago, fell in love with the country, a local woman and this very hotel. You would not have thought he was the owner at all, but I thought he explained his misleading presence extremely well – “I don’t want anything to do with running the place, I’m just the man that walks around trimming the hedges. Would you lot like to come for marshmallows around the campfire tonight?”. He was so cool.
3 nights later we finally left for Moremi Wildlife reserve in the hopes of seeing some great wildlife –which we definitely did indeed.
I had to add this in, just one of the many hilariously named shops here.
I had to add this in, just one of the many hilariously named shops here.
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