Botswana wears many faces… Of fossil rivers and granite hills brooding under the starlight, of game reserves and parks, of people, of sand ridges and camaraderie, of seeing that fabled glint in a leopard’s eye, of the ensuing silence as a lion’s roar leaves a valley almost pregnant with a sense of impending tragedy, of hearing a myriad of birdsong, of Parks and Reserves the size of European countries.

Of huge rivers effortless in their display of this continent’s grand power, the wrinkled faces and skins of elephants, lines that tell of Savuti, languid rivers and endless skies of blue. Of Tawana and Bayei and Batawana Chiefdoms that assumed to shape this country. Of Savuti and the serene beauty of the Okavango, of Baobab fringed Kubu Islands and the extinct rivers of the Kalahari, of old lakes called Makgadikgadi, of herds of antelope and flocks of birds moving as one…

The wilderness retains an identity of its own, deeper and more subtle than we can perhaps ever know, a mystery comprising weather and colours and animals. All of our Safaris intend, from the beginning, to preserve some of this mystery. This preservation is a wisdom to be experienced and not questioned and it allows guests to be alert for its openings, for that moment when the wilderness reveals something sacred within the mundane, and you know that the land perhaps knows you are “here”.