What better way to start your day than a scenic flight over the Okavango? Free of the tiresome traipsing around on terra ferma, here was a way to see the delta untapped. Getting on board, I thought small planes are like small cars. Similar to bigger models just a bit crapper. As the engine started, I was reminded of lawnmowers, chainsaws & roadworks. Still it will be in its element in the air. The pilot was Ian Livingstone, a jovial 30 something " Any nervous fliers ? Just me then". I am with four very amicable dutch who are overly courteous.
In the air, the tin can tandrum got worse. Imagine yourself inside an industrial launderette dryer. Add cement mixer noise (x 10). Introduce 4 chatty dutch pensioners. "Did you see the buffalo David?". Friendly elbow to show me the line of elephants. Meanwhile the horizon & my stomach were in places they shouldn't be.
Its a 45 minute flight. It felt like 45 days. Luckily I had had no breakfast. Peeling myself out of the dustbin with wings I thanked all land orientated Gods & made a mental note to never never go in such a murderous contraption again. Captain Livingstone was back slapping happy. "Enjoy your holiday - see you next time".
After a considerable amount of Coke, burping & walking around in circles, I felt confident to once again ride a motorbike. Only just though.
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