Campfire stories are a big part of the Botswana culture and here's one I heard the other day: George and Georgina were sick of there repetitive city lives and decided that the best way to shake things up was to spread some American cheer around Botswana and specifically Morematao (so pretty much just getting drunk and playing soccer with the locals) . One hangoverless morning they decided their cheer could not be confined to one town and the wildlife along the banks of the Boteti river needed its share. A mokoro (a tree hollowed out to make a canoe) was purchased and loaded with supplies (beer/cheer juice/chuice HAHA) Mokoro Time After bailing a few times, they finally got the hang of it and were ready to rumble. Setting off down the Boteti with chuice in hand, their cheer knew no boundaries! About 4kms of spotting zebra, giraffe, cows and donkeys, it was break time and Goergina pulled off onto the side of the river. She pulled herself out onto the dry land and heard a mass...
Stories of living and flying in the land of the donkeys and cows. And even more stories of living and flying in the land of human eaters and no toilet paper.