There's nothing cool about Maun at all at any time and the only piece of life's lessons you'll learn is patience as you drive out into the desert every weekend to water your pet piece of grass and watch it wither and die.
At long last the Botswana government are making it harder for overseas pilots to enter the country and to work legally. You might as well go up to A Town Called Alice and cavort merrily with the yokels there as they spray paint kangaroos for the coming hunting season from their ancient Pawnees. That's the way to find real flying experience. Any young muppet can crash an aeroplane into the swamps but it takes a decent and controlled sort of aviator to fly the outback with a 30.06 and a 9mm for company as the Taipans tittilate his toenails slithering over the rudder pedals.
Drop Barry Jackson a line? He's the President of the Australian Pilots Association. You might find him a little strange to begin with though because he does seem to think that Qantas can rise from the ashes and become a great airline again. His use of the word again in that context is as optimistic about the future as it is delusional about the past.
If you don't fancy Oz then Milford Sound glacier flying requires considerable skill and there are some extremely attractive female tourists who seem bent and determined at getting a glimpse of the abominable snowman even though they're on the wrong continent. More self delusion in a double silk lined sleeping bag perhaps?
Avoid Africa, it's a civilised little continent south of the Congo River and not fit at all for an educated and well brought up antipodean.