And just when I'm thinking charter planes can't get any smaller I find out otherwise. Oh my gosh, a single engine plane that must have been borrowed from a history museum. It rattled around a bit like a tin can with pennies inside of it. Just enough room for me, Caroline and our luggage piled behind our heads.
I planned this trip starting with rustic and ending with luxury and we've got that in spades here at Londolozi our last camp. This portion will be more about game viewing and photography and less going, going and going. We'll have a little more down time which is perfect for the tail end of our trip.
Much more to tell and write but we are having too much fun and don't want to waste precious time working on the blog.















