08/03/18

We said goodbye to our lovely little hotel in Rondu and headed deep into the heart of Namibia to one of the great game reserves of Africa; Etosha.

The roads to there have been really good, and apart from offering good mileage have also blessed us with a plethora of road side stall holder selling their local wares. Not that we stopped to buy anything as we are mean tourists. Hahahah.

However, we did do something we haven’t done before and that was to give a lift to a young man who was walking 40kn to his destination (as we found out). He was most pleased. I know we are not suppose to do this but it was sooo hot it would have been mean not to. Besides Martin and I could have taken him if required.

On route we also stopped for some routine maintenance and found a hardware outlet in a remote German town, Grootfonteim, 😉 where Martin and the manager (I am bloody sure he was German, not that it matters) in an orderly way repaired the lining to the tailgate and applied cable ties to the broken fan housing. Good job boys.

As we have travelled through various countries North to South and East to West the scenery is constantly changing, as it is again here. Towards Etosha National Park there is definitely a more tropical feel to it, which I have to say I quite like.

This is a very large reserve and it was some 50km inside the Park before we arrived at our destination, and this is only about half way across. On route we managed to see some great wild life and in numbers not seen elsewhere.

Once in the Halali Resort the madness set in, as in a moment of extreme weakness I agreed with Martin to camp here. I will let you all know how we got on tomorrow.

First impressions of the camp site were not great as it was quite empty barring the top of the range all terrain multipurpose African vehicles and large well-equipped tents. You know the sort. I would say they were the premier league of the camping world; extremely well organised, camp fires burning, washing all drying and not a scrap of waste rubbish anywhere. This was all the more embarrassing for me, as some of you know I was very proud of my tent purchase, but here in the camp it quite frankly looks ridiculous against its bigger brethren. At least I am off the ground.

But before we settle in for the night we are going to a flood lit water hole, a speciality of the camp to view what thirsty animals deem to come and show. High expectations.