![Acacia bush](../2010/IMG_8403tn.jpg) ![Panel Beater sign, Maun, Botswana](../2010/IMG_8404tn.jpg) On
the last leg to Maun the highway looked pretty much like the highway, so I settled for photographing acacia bushes
(left) and several
signs. A couple I liked most addressed protecting the environment and a "panel
beating" business (auto body shop).
![Sculpture of guitarist, museum, Maun, Botswana](../2010/BN-Il-10/DSC04425tn.jpg) A
tour around town only led to a remarkable sculpture of a musician at the
museum. The sculpture was done by a high school student for a class
project. The curator at the museum doesn't know of anything he has done
since. The museum itself was between exhibits so most of the rooms and walls
were bare. Coincidently, the second item in town which caught my eye
also featured a guitar. It was a weather vane that had the guitar as
the pointer. Beyond this, Maun's function seems to be mostly provisions and
logistics. It is hard to identify any other salient character.
It is where we had to get to to leave. It is the point at which a lot
of people start their adventures in the Okavango delta.
When
we arrived in Maun we also paid a visit to the airport to determine what the
packing requirements would be for the bicycle. The personnel was
certain that it had to be appropriately packed, but there was quite a bit of
discussion about what that actually entailed. Maun airport didn't have
any of the wrapping options that Johannesburg had so that was off the table.
In the end, it was determined wrapping the bikes in card board would be
sufficient. This sent us out into the town to find card board.
Neither the supermarket or the furniture store had any set aside at the
time, but
both promised to save any that become available during the rest of the
day.
The Choppies
supermarket came through for us, and they sold packing tape, as well.
The next morning we picked up six corn flake boxes and pre-staged them at
the airport for our return with bicycles and baggage an hour later.
Even if a bit comic and entertaining for our audience in the departure hall,
all went smoothly with the packing and check-in of our irregular and
oversize boxes of corn flakes.
For dinner we took an excursion several kilometers out of town to the Old Bridge Backpacker
lodge to see how other tourists were making their way. We took advantage of
the travel opportunity to try some other modes of local transportation.
Outbound we took a "combi" (mini-bus, collective taxi). The fare
out was less
than $0.50 per person. For the return we choose regular city taxis, at about
$8 per car. The Old Bridge is also a bar/restaurant. It is a hang-out for modest
budget, independent travelers, who are predominately White-Western.
It was a rigged poll, but everyone in our group decided that they had a more
interesting adventure in Botswana than any of the travelers that we met
there.
And as a Botswana story teller would say, "And that is the end of the
story!"
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