Our final night in the Okavango Delta is spectacular — we get into the mekoros an hour before sunset, meandering up and down various inlets and admiring these views while the sun drops.

Amos is my poler extraordinaire, his arms the engine powering our dugout canoe.

I ask Amos if we can charge through the dense reeds ahead. “Yes, Ericana!” he replies, using an approximation of my name that I haven’t bothered to correct during the past two days.

This mekoro ride is my favorite of the trip because we don’t have to go anywhere in particular. I dip my hands in the water, literally and figuratively soaking it up.

The horizon hues intensify so we head back to an area with better views of the sunset.

This is a water cucumber of sorts. We jokingly bring it back to our guide, Soliwe, suggesting she cook it for dinner.

An impressive bird nest sits in the crook of this tree:

The magic hour is almost upon us…

We line up on the banks of the Delta, cameras poised to capture the big moment.

The sun morphs into a remarkable red color just as it hits the tree line.

The Okavango Delta is an overwhelmingly enchanting place, which I hope has shown through in these past few posts. I have one final wrap-up coming tomorrow!

I visited Botswana on a 30-day Nairobi to Joburg tour with Nomad Tours. They discounted my tour in exchange for blogging and photography; opinions are my own.