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It had been seven years since I last rattled through the pothole-studded dirt roads that snake to Botswana’s Okavango Delta. Last time, David and Robyn Foot (owners of intrepid African horse riding safari Ride Botswana) had edged in experimentally with tents and horse trailers in tow, depositing me, then a feverishly excited young journalist, and our folded camp onto mokoros, which are traditional canoes hewn from Jackalberry bark. These glided through water lilies and reeds, deep into the…
