A bird in the bush is worth two at Kang

We crossed the Tropic of Capricorn with little fanfare (apparently Botswana doesn't think it's very cool to have a prominent line of latitude running through the country because there wasn't so much as a sign to indicate where it is, leaving us to guesstimate), and we've arrived at Kang without further incident. Well, we did come across a few more suicidal birds, but Kev's driving more carefully now, so we avoided anymore horrible collisions. Despite the fact that we've seen no game since arriving in Botswana, we've spotted a few interesting birds along the way, including an eagle, a few lilac-breasted rollers, and many yellow-billed hornbills. You can tell we were getting a bit bored when we began getting excited about the same birds we saw so frequently in Etosha. While hanging around the Park's waterholes, we'd also spotted the resident egyptian geese, the enormous kori bustards, the curious pied crow, the insect-nabbing fork-tailed drongos, the giant-nest-building sociable weavers, a few hungry vultures, and of course, the common ostrich that loved to parade in the distance and look like something interesting until you got the binocs out and discovered you'd been fooled.

We haven't seen much besides pigeons since arriving in Kang, though, possibly because the busy petrol station chases all the interesting fowls away. Maybe there's something to spot in the bush behind the campsite here, which is otherwise largely unimpressive. The cutest campsite we've seen so far has been the one by the dinosaur tracks, which will certainly earn a visit from us on our next trip (which we've decided will be done in tents). If we come via Botswana, though, we'll definitely book out one of these bungalows again. Despite being warned not to expect much by my dad, we've found the accomodation to be utterly charming. For a change, we get to share a bed, with a log headboard that forms the focal point of the African-theme that's carried through to the curtains, mirrors, and bathroom. Not too big or small, our room opens up onto the swimming area, which has been designed to look like a rock pool (very similar to the valley of waves in sun city). The restaurant has also incorporated log furniture (I wonder if they got a discount somewhere), giving it a very cosy feel. There's also a quaint little shop here selling local delicacies and branded souveniers (such as the beanie stack pictured here).

The only problem is that there's not much to do, which is why I assume they've included satellite tv in the chalets. As we've already filmed and photographed just about everything we can find, I'm at a bit of a loss of what to do. Kev's watching athletics (super boring) on dstv while backing up all our footage and images, so he's not providing much in the way of quality company, he's forbidden me from visiting the shop, and dinner won't be served for another hour. This entry is practically finished now, too, which has been keeping me busy thus far.

What now?

Maybe I should grab the binocs, head for the boundery fence, and hope to spot a pretty bird or two.