After a few days in Maun
we left to go to the Drotsky’s Caverns and the Aha Hills. We went
along with Graham and Connie who have driven from the UK via the west
coast of Africa. The caverns were quite interesting, we could get really
close to the bats, but they weren’t nearly as smelly as the ones
at Mount Elgon. Some of the stalactites were hollow and we could nearly
play tunes on them. You need a good torch, no electric lights here or
guides, a little bit of string shows you the way inside and through out
the other side.
Mount Aha wouldn’t be called a mountain in any other country. It
is a rounded rise amongst some other rises that are only just discernable
as hills from the flatness around. Botswana is generally very, very, flat.
As we left the hills for Sepupa we stopped and heard a psssss noise from
the front driver’s side tyre. A puncture, so we put on the spare
wheel. On the tarmac to Sepupa, just as the sun was setting, we heard
a big bang. Not a gentle sound but a terminal sort of noise. The passenger
side back tyre had exploded. Not just punctured but a hole you could fit
your head into, as Chris put it. The second spare tyre was fitted. The
new mudflap had been ripped off, but we found it in the verge, and the
lighting wired ripped out, so we taped the live wires up out of the way.
We pottered on to the Swamp stop hoping it wouldn’t get too dark,
too fast. Knew there was a good reason for all the reflective tape we’ve
accumulated on the back of Nelly. The next day was spent fixing 5 punctures
and the lights, changing tyres over and feeling sorry for ourselves.