Random Namibia Stuff

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 Financial Growth on Monday, for Marriage+Family on Thursday and for “Impossible Things” on Saturday. Intriguing!

Beautiful desert plants. Nothing funny about that.

Charmingly stating the obvious

Airport signs leave no question unanswered

Instant beer powder. I have no idea how that’s supposed to work, but this lady in the queue in front of me was buying a LOT of it

German bakery…

…and German tourists

Get your hair did
No elephants no pay!

Namibian Toilet Extravaganza

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 amounts of water due to the heat, toilets became objects of great fascination. Especially when they looked like these fine specimens:
bonus feature: outdoor shower!

Sandboarding in the 90s

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 was huge fun, hugely exhausting and resulted in huge amounts of sand everywhere. Which was grrreat for the 4-hour bus trip home.

Back from the Wild

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.

Smelly Seals

Day 6 – Water! Clouds!

Seal colony: Smelliest. Place. Ever.

Still, if you hold you breath, you see this:

This might explain the smell:

Ignorance, Art and Mountains!!!

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 are the petrified trees:

Rocks were a bit of a theme of the day, as we moved on to Twyfelfontein to the open air rock art gallery.

Kudu, the Giraffe and me…

My Alps-accustomed eyes were finally soothed by the sight of something that bore more than just a passing resemblance to a mountain. Behold the Brandberg, highest mountain of Namibia. Featuring more amazing rock art!

The day adoption started looking pretty good

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. Go figure.

Then she got hungry and started looking for milk. Unfortunately, I was of little use in that respect.

I don’t know about this particular girl, but a lot of the kids in the village are orphans, adopted by the queen, who is infertile from chemo. They live a traditional nomad life to a degree, but they supplement their subsistence farming with income from tourist visits. We had the whole “are we contributing to the erosion of this traditional lifestyle, exploiting the relative poverty of these people, gawking at the natives, etc.” discussion, but at the end of the day, it was an amazing experience and it was a real privilege to meet the Himba people and see how they live.

Flat out

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.

The Lion most certainly does not sleep at night

At Okaukuejo, we finally got a chance to view some game at night. Basically, you just sit and wait for the animals to come  for the nightly pool party. Sound easier than it is when the temperature drops to 4 degrees at night.

Note the elegant drinking stance of the Giraffe. Also highly entertaining: Rhinos are really ill-tempered bastards, with all manner of roaring and grunting and attacking and counter-attacking. All the while the Elephants were quietly enjoying a drink and glancing over at the Rhinos occasionally and tsk, tsk-ing.

The story of the 2 German tourists who were eaten, after falling asleep at the waterhole, by a lion a few years ago also served to lighten the mood. Always looking on the bright side, one fellow traveller suggested “So if we put 2 Germans by the waterhole in sleeping bags, the lions will come. Perfect!” (Haha, Ernie, but not if your snoring scares them away. Zing!)

Despite wearing pretty much every stitch of clothing I had brought with me, no amount of tea and rum (also known as Namibian Coffee) could hold off hypothermia for ever, so I gave up around 1 o’clock, about an hour before the Lions showed up. Heard them roaring from my tent, though.

Who's in the cage now, big guy?

Day two in Etosha, we got back on the bus and visited some more waterholes on the way to Halali camp.

Here’s what the waterholes in the camps look like. Kind of a nice reversal of the traditional zoo situation, no?

After lunch, some more game viewing and on to Okaukuejo. Behold the Warthog and the awesomely named Wildebeest. The Warthog was my favourite animal, hands down. They do this arrogant head-held-high-tail-in-the-air walk that really says “talk to the backside”, but unfortunately I didn’t get a picture of that. Laugh at this one instead. Hakuna Matata, indeed!