Botswana was memorable primarily for the several days we spent being poled around in mekoro - flat-bottomed canoes - and camping on one of the thousands of islands in the Okavanga delta, an amazing place which you can read about in my journal entry from October 22nd or somewhere else with far more comprehensive information. It was the place where I was first exposed to the amazing sound of hippos talking to each other in voices I describe more expressively, or at lest more loquaciously, in my journal. And it was the place where my decreasing interest in game parks (Chobe was the one we visited in Botswana) began to manifest itself, as did my increasing disillusionment with overlanding; in the context of the twists and turns that my trip ultimately took, it was the place where I seriously began to consider bailing on the rest of the organized overlanding portion of the trip once we reached Harare as a real option. And, most importantly, it was the place where we spent a few hours in the town of Maun in which I hit an internet cafe and received my first email from the woman to whom I am now married.