The Wilds of the Okavango Delta, Botswana Botswana. Just typing it stirs an overwhelming sense of nostalgia in my soul. If I close my eyes, I can smell the myriad of sun burnt grasses of the Savannah, the sweet muskiness of elephant dung and unmistakable waft of not-so-freshly picked bones of a nearby carcass. Traveling through Southern Africa was marked by endless moments of wonderment, marvel and since my return to Canada, I’ve been left aching for the soils of Africa. My journey took me from Capetown to Livingstone, where I spent a spell volunteering with lions. Yes, lions.  We’ll save that story for another time. Let me, if only…