As a solo traveler, I am used to planning and making every decision about my trip. I choose where I want to go, when I want to do it, where to eat, which museums I should visit, which museums I should skip. Navigate roads, airports and unfamiliar cities.
The choices are endless, and on the first trip of my life I rarely made decisions – it felt like the greatest luxury of travel.
Instead, the staff at each lodge made a decision for me. Peterlis Kibwana packed her itinerary with the Sigita Sabora Tented Camp every day. He suggested when my requested bushwalk would take place, when and where to have lunch when we woke up for a game drive. There was not one thing I had to emphasize.
Logolie Milya has easily navigated the roads of the area. There was no Google Maps and there was no need to turn the drive backwards. Instead, I was a passenger enjoying the views in the bushes for a few days.
My waiter and butler at each lodge quickly learned my preferences. After Mickey found out I would drink a latte in the morning, he made sure he was waiting for me every day. When I didn’t know what to choose, the staff called me and were happy.
I might have been more decisive, but I didn’t have to – and it was an extravagance.
