DISCOVERING BOTSWANA

So, there we were in the middle of this channel, engine out of the water being unravelled, no way forward, no way back and what should come around the corner? And we were in his channel. Correct, 2 tonnes of angry hippo with half metre gnashers. ‘This is another fine mess you have got us into', I said to Master. He seemed cool. The tracker was standing on the bow of the boat, we were in the middle trying to remain cool, Joyce was cowering in the stern muttering, ‘Oh my God, Oh my God'. And we didn't have a gun. ‘It's okay' said Master, ‘there is another small channel just ahead, he may turn down there instead of confronting us'. In times of life or death we didn't like the word ‘may'! The only word I could think of was ‘Mayday' which was not much use to us. God had listened to Joyce, he branched off. Eventually we broke out into open water, rivers, lagoons, islands, trees, it was wonderful. We did some fishing, enough said about that. Master did however catch two fair sized fish. We..