We headed down the Rift Escarpment on a road built by WWII Italian prisoners of war. A cheetah strolled past our jeep as we watching a herd of elephants with their babies. A pride of lions were cooling themselves off in the branches of a sausage tree, with the male lying at the base eyeing his ‘harem’, and occasionally calling for attention.
5 of our group got up at 4.30 the next morning to do a hot air balloon ride (balloonsafaris.com). As we travelled to the hot air balloon site, we saw impressive lightning happening over the Serengeti in Tanzania, just over the border. That was awesome! We saw our balloon being inflated in preparation for the launch. We were ‘flat packed’ into the basket, lying on our backs, (as it was lying sideways), quite a relief when it stands up and starts rising, floating in whatever direction the winds of the day are taking. We flew at different altitudes and really enjoyed the hours flight. A special champagne breakfast awaited us under an acacia tree. Linen, bone china, Sheffield cutlery and freshly prepared eggs, bacon, bread, tomatoes made a memorable finale to the morning’s adventure. 
We visited a local village – Maasai means “people who speak Maa”. Cows come before anything else for the Maasai. Men take great pride in herding these prized possessions…the more the better. Maasai are polygamous and semi nomadic – moving on a seasonal rotation basis. They now hunt lions in groups (worrying about their dwindling nos). The young kids are prized if they know how to herd cattle/goats. 
The Maasai villages lack a supply of electricity and water – people have to walk some kms to get bore water that they carry back to the village; they cook with wood; mobiles are charged at a central point in town; the Massai shop daily and sup on meat, milk and blood from cattle, supplementing with maize meal, rice, potatoes, and cabbage. The village headman pointed to 4 of the adolescent males, who had been circumcised in the week as part of their journey into manhood.
One of the famous dances done by the Maasai is the “Morani” dance – standing in a line or circle, doing a ‘jump’. Simultaneously, others are swaying their bodies back and forth. As soon as the warrior tires, typically after one or two leaps, another warrior takes his place. 
lazy leopard perched in a tree; Egyptian geese; 
lazy lion with perky tail; sighting of a giant kingfisher and white fronted bee-eaters and a thirsty elephant on the banks of the Zambesi.
Half an hour to relax and settle in, not too shabby accomodations ….and lovely view from sundeck as well.
We are introduced to our guide Name (anglicised/shortened from real Setswanan name) and we are off on safari…by all-terrain jeep, which plunges into waterways and then bumps along on dry land. Name is an excellent guide and tracker, reading animal prints in the sand, identifying animal droppings and setting a course for adventure each time we go out with him. We get up at 5.30 and are off by 6am, choosing to take brekkie with us and enjoy it after a few hours of nature watching. Then back to camp for lunch; a quick relax and off again @ 15.30 for 4 hours. Dinner 19.00, sleep by 22.00. And start all over again the next day.
Many colourful birds swooping past, displaying their vibrancy. 
A troop of baboons moving geographic location, with babies carried on mothers’ backs. 
Sunsets and ‘sundowner drinks’ (yes a G&T would be lovely!), out in the wetlands…with mozzies attacking and everyone being worried about getting malaria (poo pooed by guide as it’s winter and the worst we’ll get is itchy!). 
Seeing a crocodile pull a lechwe into water, doing a number of rolls to drown it and eventually ‘parking’ the animal for a while, to allow it to rot.
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