The parched alter ego of the Okavango Delta, the Kalahari is a primeval landscape, recalling in stone, thorns and brush the earliest memories of the human experience. This impression of a land where time began finds voice in the hot winds and the snap of thorn bush under a San tracker’s feet in the Kalahari. It is the timeless roar of a Kalahari lion resonating across the still desert air. It is a valley that cuts through the desert’s heart and follows the path left by ancient rivers that long ago disappeared into the dust. This is indeed dry, parched country. It's no surprise that the Tswana call this the Kgalagadi: Land of Thirst.
The Kalahari’s 1.2-million-sq-km basin stretches across parts of the Democratic Republic of Congo, Angola, Zambia, Namibia, Botswana, Zimbabwe and South Africa; in Botswana it also includes places such as the Tsodilo Hills and Makgadikgadi Pans.