Spoiled by rich sunrises and sunsets–it was the land of blood by dawn and dusk.
A small traditional dugout canoe, called a Mokoro, can be taken through the Okavango Delta to set up camp on the uninhabited islands. One of the tribes people in the nearby villages will happily take you for a small fee, using a pole to push you through the water.
Mokoros are traditionally hollowed-out tree trunks. The small space inside is only just large enough for two people if you hold your tent, water bottles and sleeping bag on your lap. The journey is long, but stunningly pretty. You are likely to see a wide array of wildlife.
This picture is one of my favorites in the Okavango. It is a dried up watering hole. To me it felt to illustrate the two harsh opposites of Africa–abundance and absence. This pair of inverses seemed to walk hand in hand across much of the continent.
Sunsets are often the prettiest when you are alone to watch them.