Khwai Camp

After more than 6 hours sleep for a change, I was sitting next to a cute pilot who was flying me to Khwai Island to meet the Robyn Harley, the head of WildlifeACT Botswana. Even though the flight was only about 30 minutes, I loved every second, bumps and all. Before we took off, the pilot handed me the puke bag after I told him that I'd never flown in one of these charter planes before, I assured him though I would definitely not be needing it. I fan while waiting for the plane to take off would have been great though, didn't the weather realise that I was trying to look attractive while the cutie was sitting next to me?!;) 

After landing and meeting everyone, we headed to Khwai Discoverer Camp. It was a rather long and hot ride but I got to see some ellies so it wasn't too bad. The heat is just something else, even the breeze is hot. Sometimes I can't keep my eyes open for too long while sitting at the back of the landie because the hot breeze burns my poor eyeballs. Being out here is a dream compared to Seronga though, because we get proper food!! Insert happy dance. The tents we live in aren't bad either, although it's rather bare, it is at least right next to the floodplain.
Nothing too exciting happened the evening, I just settled in and Robyn showed me around camp. 
 
The next morning I did my first herbivore transect, you'd think after studying at a university for 4 years that I would have gained more practical knowledge, but no these days it's just theory based. 
After getting back to camp the data collected was inputted into excel spreadsheets which are to be analysed later on. 
This routine went on for a few days until we left for Chobe Enclave to do the dry season count before the rain arrives. 

Things are a little quieter here than I'm used too, but I think it's just because we're all still getting to know each other. My weird side will definitely come around soon :p

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