Waterberg - Windhoek - Frankfurt - Brussels
Our flight leaves at 5.45 p.m. and the drive to Windhoek will take about 3,5 hours. So we clear the room and spend some last time in the sunshine. Helga asks us if we’ll come back to Namibia. It seems we really have to one day.
The drive to Windhoek feels long. No more gravel roads. On the way we come across some road construction works, so it’s good we calculated some extra time. “Give me some food and cold water,” a woman holding up the STOP and GO roadsign asks when we stop. We give her our water (though she was rather rude, but we don’t need it anymore and her job is simply not what you want, standing in the sun all the time).
It’s strange to drive through Windhoek again, unreal that we were here 3 weeks ago at the very start of our roadtrip. It’s another 60 km to the airport and there we fill the dieseltank one last time. At the car rental parking I manage to park our ‘bus’ quite smoothly. And so we leave behind our loyal vehicle. The man checks everything and I tell him about the flat tire. “It was just you two on the road?” he asks, like he expects two men appearing somewhere too.
There are only 3 flights departing from Windhoek this evening. As we walk up the tarmac, the sun goes down and I it really weighs heavy to leave. On top of that my eyes are itching, so tears are running down my face and it must look like I’m crying. Well, maybe I am, a little bit ...
On the plane there’s a a discussion between crew and a group of .... Russians! You won’t believe it, the same group we saw in Opuwo. One of them is drunk and has to get of the plane – it causes a 30 minute delay. But there is no mercy. They look for his luggage, take it out and we leave him behind in Windhoek. Serves him right.
And so we fly back to Europe. So many impressions, memories to cherish for a lifetime ....