Tsodilo Hills stories

Our first stop in Botswana was Tsodilo Hills; a very ancient site known for its original rock art and ancestral history.  After driving a while down a dusty and bumpy road, unsure when the campsite was going to appear, we suddenly approached an on-coming car containing two Americans.

“How far is the campsite up there?” Stuart asked. 

“O not farrr, we didn’t stay therrre though….it’s a bit grubby”.

A bit grubby?  A bit GRUBBY? Were they serious? Uh-oh a grubby campsite! There I was thinking those two words couldn’t be in the same sentence without each other.  Come on guys, what were you honestly expecting?  I bet this couple would have loved Alte Brücke campsite in Swakopmund you know.

The site wasn’t too bad at all, just dusty (grubby?), with some stray dogs that loyally slept outside our tents all night, in the highly optimistic hopes of receiving any means of food.  They were serious. One even chased away a very thirsty, very cute, and pouty looking donkey who was innocently just trying to survive another day by catching drips from the camp water tap (which we just used to filled up our kettle only moments before).

Yeah it was dusty, but then again, the whole of bloody Botswana was dusty so who cares.  You should have seen my shower water running into the drain. All I can say is thank goodness for concrete decor showers and the total lack of white tiles here.

The next morning we took a tour walk around the famous Tsodilo Hills. Our guide, K-T (who has eaten leopard before and swears it tastes like chicken) showed us around the hills and told the stories behind each rock art drawing.  Penguins, rhinos, whales, giraffes, men with dancing penises - you name it, he told it.  It was very interesting – the first 15 minutes of it anyway, until I had to leave…