Botswana
My wife has a friend who is a 40 year old school teacher and had never been camping in her life. So what do we decide to do? Take her on an epic camping trip in the wilds of Botswana.
Getting to northern Botswana is a two day drive from Lusaka, with a convenient overnight stop in the tourist town of Livingstone (where Victoria Falls are located).
With the trailer fully loaded, fuel tanks filled, and our family of 5 plus our guest, I knew we would be stressing out the AHC. So I pumped the airbags up to 50 PSI and reversed the sensor lift, which seemed to do the trick.
The drive down was straightforward - all on pavement, with zero complaints from the AHC. We used a new border crossing with a fancy bridge that just opened last year:
The campsite was great, just outside of Chobe National Park, abutting the Zimbabwe border.
Our camping trailer is huge when it is fully set up - our entire family of 5 fits comfortably on the roof top tent bed and our guest(s) can sleep on cots in either the (ground floor) main room or the annex room. So we set up our guest on a cot in the annex room. The first night in the camp we could hear big cats nearby. We didn't know how nearby until the morning, when we could see their paw prints directly outside the tent.
The second night, when the cats were especially loud and only feet away from us, our guest climbed the ladder and asked if she could bunk with us

. Yes, you can fit 3 adults and 3 kids on the upper mattress of an Echo4x4 EchoTech 2 camper trailer.
We took a couple days to do the regular tourist self-drive routes, but on our final full day we decided to take a real risk and venture deep into the park - the type of places where only poachers and anti-poachers usually go. Satellite phone
required. backup GPS
required. sufficient supplies of fuel, food, and water
required.
As soon as we exited the paved road onto the unmarked sandy track, I knew it was going to be a rough day. To start things off there was 15 MILES of deep, loose sandy ruts, the kind where you don't want to stop because you might bog down immediately when trying to restart forward momentum.
I didn't have a chance to mount the air compressor before the trip (though I had it in the trailer back at camp), so I planned to only air down if we became bogged.
Things were going relatively well about 90 minutes into the trip, we were seeing some ostrich and giraffe, kids were happy, when all of a sudden...BOOM! it sounded like one of our tires exploded.
I got out of the vehicle - aware the any time spent outside the car in this type of environment is fraught with many dangers - and surveyed the situation in the searing heat. One of the rear air bags had blown.
I checked my tires and they were almost 10PSI higher than I had filled them back in Lusaka, so I let some air out. I figured the intense heat and high pressures must have pushed the airbags beyond their limit.
I decided to push on, hoping that without the trailer the AHC could handle it (and deciding we would turn back at the first sign of AHC trouble.
The variations in landscape were incredible. At one point we were in grasslands that went literally as far as you could see. This was the point where I decided, if we didn't have a sat phone, we would have been turning back. We can't see what's in that grass, but it can see us.
The watering holes (AKA pans) have names, and that's how you navigate
An albino land cruiser pulls up for a drink at a year-round watering hole (this one has a pump behind a fence to ensure it is always filled for the animals)
The thing about Chobe National Park is that unless you are camping at a facility within the park, you must be out by sundown. So mid-afternoon, we turned around and headed back the way we had come.
Except for one encounter with an anti-poaching army truck early on in our journey, we had not seen another human all day and we were deep - very deep - into pure wilderness. The goal was now to get out of the park without (further) incident and to do it before sundown.
When crossing the grasslands on the return trip, we were held up by a heard of elephants crossing in front of us (normally majestic but at this moment somewhat stressful, as the sun hung heavy in the sky).
a couple more hours of driving and we are making OK progress, but not as much as I would like to...and boy that sun is getting low in the sky now. We finally reach that 15 mile stretch of loose, soft sand which marks the end of the journey. The sky is orange now...the sun is on its way down. We need to get out of here. It has been a danger-filled day and our camp is still a couple hours away.
I start pushing the truck hard. I only have one thing on my mind - we have to get out of here.
The truck is in Low range with 2nd start, center and rear diffs are locked, and I'm averaging about 40km/h pushing through the deep, soft sand.
Then I look down and see the A/T OIL TEMP light on the dash. I shift into neutral and come to a stop.
It's officially dusk now. I get out of the truck - there are high bushes on either side of us...impossible to see if any animals are around. I pop the hood to vent some heat and come to realize what had happened.
Even though I tow with O/D off, when we left camp the first time without the trailer, I turned it back on. Because I was going fast through the deep sand, the truck was in low range and overdrive...causing the transmission to overheat.
Once I figured out the problem, I took O/D off, and went at a slower speed until the light turned off, which it did within about 5 minutes. I know in a perfect situation we should have stayed put until the transmission cooled down, but staying put was just not an option.
Finally, we were almost at the paved road again. Then, 500 meters before the road, elephants were crossing our path. It took another 20 minutes before we were finally out of the park and on our way to our camp.