After turning off the main road, we went down a long, dusty road.
Past a typical Botswana scene: people hanging out in the shade of a tree.
When we pulled up to the parking lot, I was surprised to see it was overflowing.
I was excited, because there is a real dearth of things to do around here, and organized events like this with a big turnout are uncommon.
We walked down a little garden path.
Past an orange grove.
And finally arrived at the festival! I was really impressed to see the tents and so many people.
The shirts in the picture above and below -- tan and green color-blocked short sleeve button ups -- are a typical South African farm-type shirt worn, as here, by both young and old. We saw a lot of them at the festival.
As Neil saw me taking pics, presumably for this blog, he made the comment, "If you only saw this [festival], you'd think Botswana was only white people." Which is certainly NOT the case. We decided that every white resident of Botswana who is of South African descent must have been at the festival.
So, the potjie and biltong fest!
A potjie (pronounced POY-key) is a small cast iron pot in which a beef or chicken stew with potatoes, carrots, and seasonings are cooked. The stew is then served over rice.
Here is the potjie pot the rice was served from.
And the potjie! Delicious!
And the biltong! Biltong is basically jerky, made from all different kinds of meat. Or game.
There were all kinds of crafts, baked goods, food booths, music, children's dance performances, and face painting.
Even a kid's rugby game.
A proper festival!
Malva pudding, a South African favorite.
Nile and I spent a lot of time at the jumping castles.
Yes, with her trademark tutu. Deja vu, these are the same jeans I'm wearing in these pictures, where I was about as far along with Nile (6 1/2 mos.) as I am here with her baby sister. (Here's when they were new -- no, they're not maternity pants -- thank heavens for low-rise!)
Till next year!