The Okavango Delta was by far my favorite spot in Botswana and maybe of our whole Namibia/Botswana trip. I am not sure that Paul Magid and Anita Botti would agree, but Flip Harrington and I loved it. Our first tented camp was very strange, and if this had been our only stop my opinion of Botswana and the Okavango Delta would have been very different! We were greeted by three dogs of various mixed breeds. There was a tank of tilapia fish next to the desk where we checked in. When we returned from our tents after stowing our gear, there was an otter in the hall of the dinning area eating a fish. We sat down at the table for dinner and the otter scurried around our feet. Then, as we were about to be served, a full-grown goat appeared in the kitchen and promptly climbed up on a box about three feet square! This is where the goat was fed its bottle when young and has definitely been imprinted. Get on box, get fed. After dinner we went into the “lounge” to find the goat on a soft chair “sitting” next to the owner watching satellite TV. Oh, boy!

By LYNNE IRONS

I try to make the illustrations match the written word. I give Seniel a word or two hint and she comes up with something appropriate. It is always a surprise to me when I get the Gazette on Friday. She e-mails to the Gazette, while I, on the other hand, typewrite the content and someone is kind to pick it up. Two weeks ago I mentioned raking until my arms no longer worked. The picture did not make it until last week. I cracked up to see the rake with dismembered arms.