Quad bikes go out onto Ntwetwe from June to the end of October, when the crust is hard enough to carry them, two riders to a machine, out to a point where nothing interrupts the horizon. Some nights end out there, with bedrolls on the salt, a fire and no back-up accommodation booked at camp. Meerkats are the other signature outing, and the colony near the pan’s edge has been studied for close to two decades. The meerkats treat people as furniture, digging and sparring, unbothered. One will occasionally use a shoulder as a lookout post.
Guides from Gweta lead walks into the village, to the kgotla and out to a cattle post, where lunch is cooked over coals and the conversation turns to cattle, rain and grazing. Other walks follow San trackers reading spoor in the sand, showing which roots hold water and how a bow is made. In the grove, the baobabs come with their own histories, some of the trees reckoned in thousands of years. Stone Age hand-axes and fragments of shell from the ancient lake that once filled this basin surface on the pan margins after rain.
The meerkats treat people as furniture, digging and sparring, unbothered.
Round mud walls and high conical thatch follow Bakalanga building tradition rather than the beige canvas of a conventional safari camp, with murals painted in earth pigments. Inside, patchwork quilts sit alongside salvaged oddities, mirrors framed in flattened tins and cement benches built into the walls. The tea garden was laid out and painted by artists from Gweta. Dinner runs to pan-African dishes and Botswana staples such as seswaa, cooked over open flame or in cast iron. Barking geckos click through the dusk outside the huts.
Families are well provided for: there is no minimum age, three huts take four guests, and children ride the quad bikes as passengers with an adult. The pool lies in baobab shade, welcome in the heat of the day. By evening the bar fills with guides and travellers passing through on the road between Maun and Nata, which is precisely why it will not suit everyone. Anyone wanting quiet and a private table is better served by a smaller camp deeper in the concession. When the December rains arrive, zebra and wildebeest move onto the surrounding grasslands, with predators following behind.