The Land Rovers roared among animals scattered in families. Mighty lions strolled with authority and dominion. Packs of wolves assembled like villains planning a coup, and leopards exhibited their beautiful spotted coats in their breathtaking parade. Moabi clicked, and the camera clacked, capturing Botswana’s best scenes.
As they roared over the sand dune, the hills began to rise sharply against the silver horizon. Soon it was apparent that what they were seeing were four quartzite outcrops lined up like a necklace from the tallest to the smallest, clearly dominating the dry savanna. A tourist in front of Moabi whispered to his enchanted wife, “Look at them. How beautiful. The City of Rock Art.”
“They are also called the Louvre of the Desert,” Moabi added politely as they disembarked from the vehicle. He had read about the local people, known as the San, who gave each of the hills a name according to their size and spiritual significance. The tallest, known as “The Male,” was approximately 450 meters high, making it the highest point in Botswana. The second-tallest was referred to as “The Female.” The next one in line was simply named “The Child,” while the little knoll was known as “The Divorcee,” (for The Male was now married to The Female).