Of Kalahari Oysters and the Healing Dance

We were about to embark on a 3 and a 1/2 hour journey from Maun to Ghanzi District in Botswana. It was a bright Wednesday morning and I was feeling good. Nice and energetic. Shabuu, the taxi driver, asked me rather obviously: “Aren’t you going to use the toilet before we go?” “I’m good now….