Most travellers and backpackers heading to Botswana are there to see zebras. Yes, the zebra may be Botswana’s national symbol and the safari tours are cool. But away from the famous Okavango Delta and the deserts of Botswana, sits a charming and prosperous capital city by the name of Gaborone. The good news is it’s Read more about Backpacking in Botswana: Top 5 Things to Do in Gaborone[…]
In my ongoing world borders series, I give you the best and easiest ways to cross borders all over the world, all from my personal travel experiences. The border crossing from Botswana to South Africa is a fairly straight forward one, so here’s an overview of my journey. You might have read how I went Read more about World Borders: How to Get From Botswana to South Africa (Tlokweng to Kopfontein)[…]
I thought I’d write about one of my nights out in Gaborone in Botswana today as it was a really great travel memory. Having arrived at the border into Botswana from South Africa at Tlokweng, my bus took me onwards to the capital city of Gaborone. As it was late at night I had arranged Read more about Thirsty Thursdays: A Night Out in Gaborone, Botswana[…]
You could be forgiven for forgetting you were in a capital city while staying in Gaborone. That’s exactly the shy and quiet charm of the Botswanese capital. Gaoborone’s centre piece is a street called The Mall. It’s the city centre, and despite a few shopping centres cropping up in various parts of the Read more about Downtown Gaborone, Botswana: A Shy and Quiet Capital City[…]
Cramming so many things into my adventures means I often cut things short, without wanting to. I had to say farewell to Botswana on my third day. I had basically only decided to go there as I was staying in the north part of South Africa so close to the border that it would be Read more about Waiting For Grace At Park Station: Gaborone to Johannesburg[…]
It was always the plan to visit Botswana. Well, since 2003, when I met my first ever Botswanese person – Fingile, who studied with me on the Public Relations course at Bournemouth University. Most of my friends on that actual course ended up being the non-English ones. Such as Francesca – a Welsh girl who Read more about From Bournemouth to Botswana (…Via A Broken Arm)[…]