In the Kalahari it's not about who you can tell. It's about being in the moment. It's about immersion.
Here, in the dusty Botswana desert, survival is priority. Water is scarce.
One of the only water sources is a manmade borehole in front of the camp. Everybody uses it: those fighting giraffes, hyenas, bat-eared fox families and the two dominant male lions, known as the Owen Boys, that call the area home.
This makes the watering hole as perfect a game-viewing spot as it is a picturesque backdrop for a dip in the salt-filtered camp pool and a good spot to take in a refreshing cocktail or a well deserved G&T. All three, especially as temperatures frequently soar into the 50°s, are a must.
As the evening approaches and the air begins to cool, that is the time to explore how the Bushmen native to the area survive. It might sound very touristy, but the "Bushman Walk" is a delightful offering at the camp.
It's worth braving the last of the afternoon sun for.
Led by Khanta Ganagohuduga - one of the funniest and most verbally and facially expressive men I've ever met - we leave camp and head into the desert.
We don't go too far, of course, given those lion brothers that prowl around. Ganagohuduga is joined by Xhayaha Xhwekhwe and Keeta Sego, all of whom tell beautiful stories beautifully.
They show us how to use a stick to dig into scorpion nests to extract poison for their arrows and how to set traps for birds (220 different species roost in the area) and small mammals for food.
They demonstrate the patient art of bow-and-arrow hunting; how to use ostrich eggs to carry water. It's a remarkable insight into life in one of the world's harshest environments.