Chobe National Park-Botswana
The line looks endless as we queue up at the border. “Here, hand me your passports,” says one of our transport staff. We hand them
The line looks endless as we queue up at the border. “Here, hand me your passports,” says one of our transport staff. We hand them
Shannon settles down for a much needed post-flight nap, but I’m too excited. I am in Africa, and I want to see it all, RIGHT
The final afternoon of our Uncruise Adventure is spent in Curu Wildlife Refuge. Jenny, who has a keen eye for spotting the refuge’s wildlife, is
I wake up and realize that it’s our last full day. I immediately put the thought out of my mind. We have a morning of
Adventure guide, Rey, breezes by our table during the cocktail hour. “Make sure to bring your phones tomorrow. Trust me,” he smiles, before moving to
Since it makes its debut appearance in my next post, I thought I would explain the story behind the t-shirt I am wearing. We’re sitting
Hiking boots laced and poles in hand, we make our way to the Life for Life Turtle Project. At times, the hiking trail is narrow.
“Oh, there’s a frog,” exclaims Liza, our Uncruise adventure guide. She makes a couple of grabs for the hopping amphibian, then jumps back suddenly. The
The morning begins with a border crossing. A small boat approaches, spilling out a group of agents who board our Uncruise ship. The agents are
“There’s a hawksbill turtle laying at the bottom,” says Liza. “Here, give me your camera and I’ll see if I can get a shot of