Cape Town welcomed me with open skies and truly godawful weather. As I set off on a road trip along Cape Route 62 and the Garden Route with my aunt and cousin, it rained for 3 days straight. So we enjoyed this lovely view of the wineries: Did I mention it was winter in Africa.…
Windhoek to Capetown. Spot the difference. Hint: a change in weather.
The lovely Wild Dogs (and bitches) …and the one who isn’t in the picture …one of our highly competent guides. He’s a cool dude… or a Kudu, depending on who you ask I did a bit of work, thanks to great WiFi-coverage (no, seriously) Themed prayer days at this church – come ask God for…
Toilet breaks on this trip were few and far between, and largely came unannounced (information was available on a need-to-know basis and apparently we largely didn’t need to know where we were going, what we were doing and when or where we would be stopping). Between that and a bus full of girls drinking large…
On the last day of the safari, we went sandboarding – IN THE 90s! Please enjoy the delightful cheesiness oozing from this video. I have a version of it filmed on the day we were boarding the dunes, but I couldn’t be bothered uploading it, so observe other people eat sand: Awesome soundtrack aside, it…
Swakopmund is where Windhoekers summer. It’s very German. We had Kaffee and Kuchen, a lovely African Mama served us Käsesahnetorte in perfect German and we generally enjoyed the bizarre Afro-Germanness of the place. Then we rounded things off with a lovely meal and some pole dancing on the last night of the safari.
Day 6 – Water! Clouds! Seal colony: Smelliest. Place. Ever. Still, if you hold you breath, you see this: This might explain the smell:
Namibia is, by and large, blissfully ignorant-tourist-free. Then again, at the petrified forest, there was this exchange – American lady: „What does petrified mean?“ Seriously, woman, you are asking a Namibian guide whose native language is !Xhosa what an ordinary English word means! It’s your language. I recommend you learn it. [end rant] So, here…
This little girl made me go all mushy inside. She came towards us as we approached the Himba village, running and laughing with the other kids and immediately demanded, arms outstretched, to be picked up. She was extremely fascinated by my birthmarks, but increasingly frustrated by the fact that the damn things wouldn’t come off.…
After 3 full days of this… the whole flatness and vastness of land thing was beginning to wear thin, so I was extremely relieved to see some more varied landscapes as we moved south and out of Etosha.