A little comment on Sedia Hotel. The LP's author must have stayed here a while back because their standards have dropped, fallen, plummeted. Yes, the campsite was big and open, but they failed to mention just how LOUD and OBNOXIOUS it can get when there are parties going on until past 2am in nearby chalets or discos.
Or the fact that their so-called luxurious pool was covered in a layer of grease and dirt at the bottom and a layer of white unidentifiable filmy substance on top. Still, I went in for a quick dip on the first night.
Internet cafe only accessible from 8-5pm and not on weekends (hence me updating from a local internet cafe in Maun town now, blasted with cold air-con and listening to Bryan Adams' "Please Forgive Me" on perpetual repeat).
Oh and let me not start on the topic of their two camp dogs. Two straggly looking creatures with sharp teeth and claws and no understanding of "NO", "GO AWAY", other rather rude comments and gestures.
For some reason, they were instantly attracted to us and Foxy and any minute we were outside around the campsite, you could bet one or both of them were following you close behind. A few times the bigger dog tried to bite me and did so successfully once. I yelled and pretended I was just about to kick him but he did not flinch.
At night when we were cooking, they would just extend their body as far as they possibly could in the most inconvenient of places, like right in our cooking station.
Matt hung our washing out on his homemade washing line, but soon after, we realized socks and boxers were being pulled and ripped apart from the line. A great washing line, but in the end we had to take it down; we couldn't risk losing more clothing since we now had literally only enough to last us the trip. We didn't take into account crazy dogs who steal underwear.
Overall, I'm unimpressed with Sedia Hotel.
We both agreed it felt good to pack up our tent and supplies this morning and motor on out.
Out plan today is to finish off our quickie internet session here and head north to Chobe National Park, just adjacent to Moremi Park. According to our map, in 28 kms we hit the Moremi Park entrance at Shorobe where we continue on 4x4 sandy tracks until we get to Chobe.
I've stocked up on cool drinks (Coke, Coke Light, juice) and bought myself a tiny 350 ml flask to keep my hot water for morning coffee. It was a mistake to be so hasty in throwing away my thermos on Day Two in Clanwilliam. Since Matt doesn't drink coffee in the morning, it's just me who heats up a bit of water to make myself instant Nestcafe. Instead, we figure we could cut down on at least 10 minutes of morning preparation by heating up the water after cooking dinner the night before, storing it in the flask and using it for my morning cafe.
Ok, i'm just writing whatever comes to mind right now and so apologies for useless information like coffee flasks.
I think this internet cafe in Maun is getting to me. It's a tiny narrow room with 8 computers crammed side by side, and customers are blasted with freezing cold air-con and Bryan Adams' "Please Forgive Me" on perpetual repeat. Hang on, I've already mentioned that.
Right, time to go. We've got a big load of laundry sitting in our big yellow plastic bucket, ready to be bounced and stirred around on a bit of off-roading today.
Let's see what we see today.
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