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In 1977 we hired our first narrowboat from Anglo Welsh at Market Harborough. From that moment our destiny was set. In 2006 we finally purchased our own brand new 57' narrowboat which we named 'Free Spirit'. Our aim is to travel the length and breadth of all the navigable rivers and canals of the UK. This will be our story as it unfolds.

Monday, 27 April 2026

Ooh, what did we find in the drawer of the hotel!

 April 26th

 Look, please don't think this holiday is just one disaster after another; it's not. We have to realise that Africa is a completely different continent from Europe, and therefore, the laws over here are not the same. So when I tell you about last night's sleep, or the lack of, it's something that would not have been tolerated in Britain. 

On arrival at the hotel, music could be heard, not loud, just a background noise. As said in the previous post, the buffet dinner was delicious, drinks were had afterwards, and then we all departed for bed. We lay for ages listening to the music, tried to sleep but assured ourselves that the noise would abate around 12 to 1 o'clock. We must have drifted off until, at about 1.30am, we were woken by a thump, thump of a base speaker followed by VERY LOUD singing, which I swear could have been heard on the next continent! Ian lay for a while and then said he could take it no more, got dressed and departed for the motorhome, which was further away from the sound. I stayed awake reading a book; no sleep could be had until I must have dozed off despite the noise. By 5.30 I was awake again, and it was still going on! By 6.30 I messaged Ian to see if he was going to return to the room. He was awake but had had a better night's sleep further away. Anyway, no use complaining to the hotel staff. It had nothing to do with them. A culture festival was being held at Malope Gardens, various artists made appearances, and it was an all-nighter! We were told the gardens were 2km away....WHAT???? The staff said the speakers were huge and imagine what it was like for the people who lived closer by!

Oh and this was found in the hotel drawer


 Not a lot to say really 😉

Another driving day, this time from Francistown to Nata. Not too early a start, as we only had to drive 275 km. We all left individually to make our own way to the Nata Lodge campsite. The hope was to arrive early enough to enjoy the bar and swimming pool, but once again, we hadn’t reckoned on the road.

The A3 is a major route from Francistown to Maun, and what was evident was the new road under construction. But this caused no end of problems because the width of the road was reduced considerably. So many lorries are travelling on a Sunday, unlike the UK, days off must be few and far between!  Anyway, 80km an hour could be reached occasionally, and it was along a decent stretch without pot holes that Ian got up to that speed. This was nearly our undoing as a massive hump in the road saw the motorhome take off, land with force and take off again because another was right next to it. Blimey I feared for the suspension as well as plates etc, and how tyres didn’t burst was a miracle! That slowed Ian down somewhat!




 Plenty of shredded tyres from the state of the road.


Wrong side of the road but I suppose its safer for the cyclist to see the oncoming traffic.

Harley Davidson riders



Health and saftey would have a field day. Lorries and cars wizzed past them with barley an inch to spare!

Botswana has a strict rule about bringing meat into the country. Foot and Mouth is the reason, and at least three stops on the route to dip our shoes. Questions were asked if we had any; this time, we could honestly tell them no. 


 

Nata Lodge was set in dense scrub with small areas for the motorhome to park. 3 of our group were already there and showed us to a spot nearby where we could plug into the site electrics.

 





 Then it was off to find the bar and pool. We were told the pool was cold, dipping a toe in, and they were not wrong! Much to cold for us, so we opt for a cool drink instead. 


 

That evening we ate in the restaurant. I can't fault the food, it's delicious, but waiting an hour and a half was ridiculous! Trouble was, you can't be angry with the girls who served us or the chefs cooking the meals. Nothing is hurried in this country, and everything is done with a smile. They are such happy people.

And todays photos


 


 




Another road closure with tragic results

 April 25th

This holiday has been full of drama, and today was no exception.

We left the campsite to fill up at the petrol station before setting off towards Francistown, a journey of approximately 200km. Whilst at the filling station, sirens were heard; the pump attendant reckoned an accident had happened by the parked lorries. He was not wrong. No sooner had we pulled onto the road than we came to a stop. Police everywhere, folk everywhere and more people arriving. An ambulance was in attendance, but we had no idea what had happened until several ladies came past and told of a tragedy. A car and a lorry were involved. The car, trying to miss the oncoming lorry, didn't see one of the stationary lorry's trailers sticking out and careered straight into it. The passenger lost his life, and the driver in a bad way. Nothing was obviously moving, and they said the road could be closed for some time.

 




 Kobus, in his motorhome behind us, decided that taking a dirt track around the accident would benefit us all, so he did no more than tell the group to turn around and follow him. Well, that blooming dirt track was a single-width track and sods law said that those stuck on the other side of the accident would also try to come around the accident. To say it was a bit fraught was an understatement, and the exit off the track was even more hairy. And would you believe that no sooner had we exited the dirt track than the Police got traffic moving again!




 




Thankfully, the rest of the journey was on good roads with only the occasional pothole to slow us down. We had to stop again to clean our shoes, which, in itself, was strange, considering the motorhome's wheels were ignored! We made it to Francistown, where we vacated the motorhomes for a motel room with breakfast included. Oh, how I'm looking forward to a really comfortable bed.




 

Dinner was a buffet. all you could eat. Lovely as it was, we still have no idea how much it's going to cost. We will be finding out tomorrow when we check out.

Oh, and one of our group had a slight mishap. An argument with a large boulder that ripped the bottom skirt clean off the van. I somehow think he may have lost his deposit. 

And today's photos


 



How on earth did he get up there?

Sunday, 26 April 2026

We cross the border

 

April 24th

It was another day of all travelling together because today we would cross the border into Botswana, and Kobus wanted to make sure none of us had any issues. 8 am was the departure time, and we left slightly earlier to top up with diesel at the nearby garage. The distance to travel to reach the campgrounds at Sherwood was 331km, and Kobus estimated about 4 hours drive. But best laid plans and all that, because the timings were for decent roads, and here in South Africa, one takes pot luck if the road is tarmacked or dirt! Road number was R572 and looked to be a decent road on the map, but not long after joining it, the tarmac ran out, and the dirt began. There was no respite from being thrown around, and the ridge corrugations meant speed had to be reduced considerably. Pot holes were another issue, and the longing for tarmac became an obsession. Then the road smoothed somewhat; a grader had been along to shave off those corrugations, again short-lived because we spied the tractors in the distance. For 70 km, we travelled this road at a speed not much above 60 km/h, and it was only once we reached Swartwater that tarmac returned.




 

The last leg to the border was speedily achieved, 60km taking about 40 minutes, yep, everyone had the same idea to just get a move on.

We stopped before the border. Kobus had warned us all that meat and some dairy were not permitted to enter Botswana, and he suggested we hide any we may have with us. Ian found a hidy hole in the kitchen cupboard; there was a removable shelf with a gap big enough for our milk, cheese and chicken. We also hid the Mayo just in case!

Kobus had also mentioned that trucks and lorries would be parked up waiting to enter Botswana. He told us to go past and not be intimidated by any of them if they got angry. Well, I couldn’t believe the number of trucks waiting. 6 km queue and some would be waiting days! Turns out those who can bribe the officials will get dealt with faster. As for those who won't give a bribe, they are processed very slowly, hence a very long wait! Consequently, there are very few poor officials at the border! 


 

Anyway, we got through without any problem, had to go through security, get passports stamped and submit the necessary paperwork to be allowed in. Kobus had done a good job in making sure all our forms were correct. It was then a matter of paying over 580 pula (Botswana currency) for the road tax, which worked out to be about £32. We were again stopped at the immigration area. Here we expected our motorhomes to be searched, but we just got waved through instead! One more step to do before we crossed into Botswana, use the foot dip and drive through disinfectant. 



 

Free to go, we set off on our own, thinking we knew where to go. The campsite was nearby, and we felt sure we would have no trouble finding it. Wrong! 10 km out of our way, again passing trucks waiting to enter South Africa, and we realised we had got it wrong. I managed to find the address, we turned round and headed back, only for the sat nav to take us through an area full of those waiting trucks, some actually blocking the main road. 

 Talk about stressful, we were getting some very dirty looks and would those trucks let us pass? Would they heck! I was beginning to get panicky until suddenly a very nice truck driver helped one of the trucks to reverse to let us through…phew. So we made it to camp. Most of our fellow travellers were already on site, but none were very pleased. The designated field for us was waterlogged, the only area where we safely stayed mud-free had no power, and only by complaining to the receptionist did they allow some of us to stop where the chalets were. Sockets on the outside wall were offered to us. Ian had one look and would have condemned them on sight. Health and safety play no part in this part of the country, so it seems!

 


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 Our milk and cheese were retrieved and stored back in the fridge, and then we opted for a walk. This camp was right on the banks of the Limpopo River, with the possibility of seeing hippos and crocodiles. Unfortunately, with so much rain these last few days, the river was swollen and not a croc or hippo to be seen. Oh well…you win some, you lose some.




 And today's photos





Another mode of transport to work

Toll cost £2.74


 

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