There are journeys that shift something quietly within you—this was one of them.

What began with a stopover in London and a fear of heat ended in the heart of Botswana, where the wild rewrote my idea of stillness, beauty, and presence. This was my first time in Africa, and what I found there wasn’t just nature—it was a kind of awakening.

A hidden corner of Botswana where silence runs deep and the wild surprises even the seasoned.

After a few unforgettable days in the Okavango Delta, I thought I understood the pace of the wild—the early mornings, the golden light, the brush with predators just beyond reach. But Linyanti felt different.

Here, tucked away in the borderlands of Botswana, nature moved quieter, older, and somehow closer.

At DumaTau Camp, with its elegant design and raw wilderness just steps away, I would find encounters I had long been searching for: my first male lion, the elusive leopards mating, and a glimpse into the brutal, unfiltered side of life in the bush.

Linyanti didn’t just offer beauty—it offered the wild, exactly as it has always been.

A journey across oceans, into silence, and beyond expectations.

Some journeys leave you speechless in the moment. Others take time to settle under your skin.

Antarctica was both.

What began as a distant dream unfolded into days of wild seas, white silence, and friendships forged at the edge of the world. I left chasing a place on a map—and found instead a part of myself that only wide, empty spaces could uncover.