Limpopo River

I traveled from Mashatu to the Limpopo River. At the Pont Drift Border Post I unloaded my dust filled bags out of the landrover and awaited a transfer. A Mercedes? I never thought I would leave the bush in a Mercedes.  Not that a Mercedes isn't my style, isn't,  but I always equate the bush with a rover or two.

It was a long drive to the Polokwane airfield and customs to leave the country of Botswana.  The landscape and farms were abundant and I thought if I died on this road it wouldn't be so bad. The hills and cliffs were warm and welcoming and reminded me of the American West. 

Sojourn in Botswana.  Thank you for the gift of the cheetah and the Baobab trees.