At breakfast there is no sign of Johan so we can have an enjoyable start of the day and chat with some other people. There are two Canadian newlyweds, a very young couple who just finished their medical studies in Montréal. Then there are Sue en Steve, they are travelling on motorbikes and live in South Africa. “I think I’ve seen you two on the road yesterday,” Sue says. And then we indeed remember two bikers passing by when we are holding up our satellite phone. I wouldn’t dare to travel the gravel roads on motor bike and it seems Sue got a bit of a trauma. They fell quite badly. This communal table really is a nice way for guests to actualy meet and talk. The Italian couple is flying home today and we wish them a nice journey.
We don’t have any major plans for the day. The hike up the mountain behind the farm should take about 2 hours. We were supposed to do a nature walk, but our travel organisation is unable to confirm or tell us where, so we let it go for now. Just as we are putting our hiking shoes on one of the guys working around the guestfarm comes to tell us we have a flat tire. All this time on the road and we end up having a flat tire parked at our last address! But we are really happy he noticed and can change the tire for us. It’s pure luck we didn’t strand on the gravel road the day before.
The hike up the mountain isn’t too bad, just very rocky, so we watch carefully where we put our feet. The Canadian couple follows in our footsteps and then goes ahead as we enjoy a viewpoint for a while. At one point we cross them as they come back down “we saw a snake!” the girl says, she’s clearly not at ease. And going back down I see her standing terrified on the path when a baboon is near. “It’s okay, we’ve seen baboons on another walk, they stay away from people,” I try to reassure her (and I hope they don’t have any food in the backpack). Well, the mountain walk isn’t a highlight of the whole trip and we are a bit frustrated about the mix up with the travel agency (again) as Waterberg really seems to be an interesting area. But you can’t epxlore much on your own, there are mainly organised drives and walks. We find it hard to believe this really is the last day. I could definitly stay longer.
It’s more quiet at the the campfire tonight. Not in the least because Johan is still recovering from drinking too much wine. “My battery is low tonight,” he says. Apart from the Canadian couple all the other guests are new and seem to keep a bit more to themselves. It’s definitly much more quiet at the dinner table (this time we make sure not to sit around the head of the table ☺). We talk to an American mum and daughter. The mother is in Namibia for 2 years, working as a health community volunteer in Aus. The daughter is visiting her for two weeks and they are doing a roadtrip together. As much as I loved to travel the country for the past 3 weeks, I couldn’t imagine living here for 2 years on my own in primitive conditions, in a town far away from everything (Aus is more to the south, and the woman says there really is nothing around). When we ask a bit more about the kind of work she does, she explains she mainly educates young people about HIV.
And so our last Namibian evening comes to and end ...