We flew into the Okavango Delta in a five seater plane with Bruce, a pilot who grew up in Devon, spent years as a mining surveyor, then somehow got into flying planes in Botswana. "Right, where are we going then?" asked Bruce as we got on board. "God, these controls look ancient. Probably date from World War Two. Still, much more fun than flying a commercial airliner - much more to do." More fun from a pilot's point of view, perhaps - from a passenger's point of view I wasn't so sure. Bruce offered me the controls mid-flight, keeping up the making-it-up-as-I-go-along feel. The flight was spectacular, looking down as the semi-desert gave way to the lush green wetlands of the Delta; so too another flight a few days later (coincidentally also with Bruce) to Kasane,
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