Nowadays with Google and social media, it's very rare to find a time when you venture somewhere not knowing what to expect. Most of us do a quick search, find reviews and look at photos so that we can pack and gear up accordingly. Although Nick and I did do a small amount of prep, we had no idea what to expect when asked to be involved in the Okavango Delta Music Festival, outside of Maun, Botswana. This was the first year of the festival and neither of us had been to Bots before. If we did have any expectations, then they were completely blown out of the water... (which was indeed full of hippos and crocs).
Our first indication that this festival would be uniquely amazing came with the directions to get there, which included that we'd only get through with a 4x4 vehicle and to watch for elephants on the sand road before arriving to the first river crossing. What! Upon arrival to the ticket office, we learned that to get to the island where the festival was we'd need a seriously jacked up bush vehicle or take a mokoro style canoe from the 'shuttle stations.' Thanks to the organisers, our kegs were already on the island so we only needed to deal with the bar that we drove up from Joburg. It takes four people to lift this bar, but after getting it loaded onto a mokoro there was only one guy who paddled it across with incredible balance.
At the moment, there's no craft beer in Maun. Hell, it's hard to even find cold beer on tap. It didn't take long for the little festie bees to discover the Drifter honey pot, and they kept coming back for more and more throughout the weekend. Our stand was right next to the stage so we boogied and poured beer for three days straight, making it an epic and exhausting weekend.
Thanks to Sophie and company for organizing and including us in this amazing festival. We are already looking forward to coming back next year!