Makgadikgadi, Botswana: like being on the moon

By Roxanne Reid
Crunch, crunch, the dry salt ridges of the vast Ntwetwe Pan cracked to dust underfoot. Stop. Now only the sound of the wind as it brushed past my ears. Not a bird or insect stirred, not a tree or shrub broke the horizon. I was in the Makgadikgadi, Botswana, so vast and empty it was like being on the moon. Just before sunset, a dark red band lay above the western horizon. To the east the sky turned blue-grey under ribbons of pink and lilac. We had fanned out some 100m from e...