Flying Over the Okavango Delta

Yesterday, we stopped at Mack Air for reasons quite unrelated, casually asked about the availability for scenic flights over the Okavango Delta, and the next thing we know they are making arrangements. So, at 3:30 we were waiting in the air conditioned lobby ready to go. We showed our passports, bought our tickets, and walked across the street to the airport. All quite laid back here.

No Guts, No Glory

This afternoon Steve and I flew over the Okavango Delta in a Cessna smaller than our car, with a bush pilot young enough to be our grandson, and an aging guy in the rear seat who looked and smelled a little bit like a water buffalo.

No guts, no glory!

Thank goddess for panty liners.