Botswana wasn’t first on the map. Zimbabwe was. But rumors of food confiscation at the SA/Zim border meant a change of plans.
Gaborone wasn’t first on the Botswana mission. It wasn’t there at all (sorry, Gabs). But a reminder of family of family living there, meant another change.
I used to avoid change even while seeming to embrace it. But this kind of change is what this trip’s all about.
Here are a few pics from my first detour; my first change. Changing to free.