After missing the turning in Kongola (we actually didn't realize we were in Kongola - it's basically a service station and a bottle store), we eventually found our way.
Really lovely setting on the banks of the Kwando river and a protected wildlife area.
Just learned that "my" Livingstone's Turaco is actually a Schalow's Turaco!
Whoops.
Sat in the lounge around a campfire listening to the noises of the night and drinking a couple of brandies.
Frogs and toads creaking and croaking. Coucals pouring liquid from a bottle. Hippos grunting. All good. R 270
Woke up in the wee hours to munching and crunching - elephant? Hippo? Really close. Looking out the window, saw many little bush babies scampering in the trees.
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