AN ANIMAL SYMPHONY
fter having touched down in Johannesburg, then to Maun, in the north of the country, here we are in an airport that would have seduced Tintin. Outside, dozens of air-taxis are waiting to connect to the most inaccessible areas of the country. One feels the thrill of Indiana Jones climbing into one of these old planes with eleven seats, cramped like sardines, where you bend over at every plane hop. From the clouds, we can get a very good view of the extraordinary flatness of Botswana. An immense plain as far as the eye can see, where the background is intertwined with bush arabesques and lagoons: welcome to the Okavango Delta. The river takes its source from the highlands of Angola and then it disappears, like a phantom in the Kalahari desert. Its delta is a natural wonder as much as it is a mystery: “the river that never finds the sea” is a ghost river, just imagine the Camargue region married to
