We boarded a Cessna Caravan on the last day and zigzagged over the delta towards Maun. The vast waterworld below glittered in the early morning sun. Families of elephants, looking like dark almonds from above, moved along paths of their own making. Herds of buffalo dotted grassy areas and in deep blue pools hippos wallowed like oversized plums.
Star-patterned waterways radiated through impossibly green canvasses and circles of palms guarded the perimeters of salt-white islands. It was breathtaking, a river going nowhere and the architect of a wild, outrageous paradise. We landed in Maun with a bump, the adventure consigned to memory and nostalgia.
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