Nobody believes me when I say that the 80 days thing is a coincidence. But it is.
We leave the day after Isabel's last exam and return the day before the first full day of school. 80 days.
Actually from take off to touch down at Winnipeg International is 79 days and 20 hours, but door to door from our house... precisely 80 days.

And a bit about the backstory. In 1993 after three years in veterinary practice Lorraine and I quit our jobs and backpacked around the world for eight months, doing everything from living in a cave in Greece (a very nice cave mind you) to camel trekking across the Rajastani desert to celebrating Christmas in Hong Kong to island hopping in Thailand to volcano climbing in Indonesia to living with a family in Samoa to... well, the list does go on and on. Everyone said, "Wow, that was the trip of a lifetime!" To which we responded, "Nooo! It can't be the only time we do that! It just can't be." We swore we would do something similar again when we had kids. It's 22 years later. Isabel is 13. Alexander is 10.
It's time.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Days 32 - 34 Out Of The Okavango

Four hours in a truck on washboard, an hour and a half in a speed boat winding through papyrus, a half hour in another truck on a sand road and then an hour in a mokoro (dugout canoe) - this brings you into the Okavango Delta, an enormous expanse of hippo infested marsh where the Okavango River meets the Kalahari Desert, the largest river on earth not to reach the sea.

Here we bush camped for two nights under fruit bats and stars. Here Manpower and Ciga  ("like cigarette ") guided us and showed us the difference between elephant, hippopotamus, baboon, and impala poo. Here Manpower demonstrated the impala poo spitting game. Here we swam among the reeds ("no, no crocodile right now") and sang (sort of) and danced (also sort of). Here we stared at the campfire drinking beer and lay anxiously in our sleeping bags, our bladders quietly stretching, as we listened to hippos and elephants ambling by our tents.

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