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Sweetie, Sweetie?

Palmwag - Opuwo


At this point in the journey we don’t really know anymore what day it is and we are definitly not counting the days. There is so much more to come and the roadtrip takes us even more northbound into Kaokoland. In the last years access to this part of the country improved, but my Bradt guide book warns independent drivers for the many dangers of mudslides, quicksand or ending up stranded in the baking desert with no one around. Even we have a bit of a dilemma as Elisabetta, our contact at Wild Africa Travel, was quite adament about the C43 road: don’t take this road! She told us it would be in bad condition after rainy season. But the alternative is a big detour and we wonder what guarantee we have for better roads there. We ask the people at the Palmwag Lodge and they don’t see a problem, so we decide to trust the locals and ignore the big cross Elisabetta drew over the C43 road. Turns out we were right: we encounter no problems at all. Lots of cows and goats by the side of the road though, often crossing. At one point we have to stop to let animals cross and a few kids take this as an opportunity to approach the car. They are quite cheecky and Lesley gives them sweets. Two boys are riding a donkey. They take off again when they see this is all they are getting and we continue to drive. We see quite poor living conditions here, primitive huts. People walking by the side of the road, here in the middle of nowhere.


The hub of Kaokoland is Opuwo, also the ‘himba’ capital. It’s in no way comparable to a city like Swakopmund. As we enter the town the main road shows us many shops, bars, barbers, ... and an eclectic mix of people. From Himba women to Herero women in their Victorian dresses, and even a few men wearing skirts. At first it’s a bit of a mystery what to expect from our next home for two nights. Coming from the main road we are directed to a sandy side road, passing houses, driving higher up till we reach the gate to Opuwo Country Lodge. We park the car by the main building and enter a nice reception area. We exchange the ‘Hi! How are you’ and get a quick tour around the place. The real surprise is the jaw droppingly beautiful view behind the infinity pool. I just can’t stop looking at it. The lodge is situated on a hillside overlooking a wide landscape and we realise once more how lucky we are to experience all this. A delicious lunch completes our waw feeling and around 2.30 pm we meet local guide Antonio for a very special visit.


We are off to visit a Himba family in the area. A British couple joins us. We have actually seen them earlier on our roadtrip in another lodge, and the woman has big trouble walking. She can’t move without a walking stick. It’s a short drive and then we park the car outside a woodfenced area where all the huts are. Being on the road we have passed many of these communities and finally we are getting a closer look. Immediately we are greeted by children. Very curious children. Ofcourse they have seen white people before, but they touch our arms nevertheless and they find the red nailpolish on my toenails fascinating. “Sweetie sweetie?” It takes me a moment to realise they are asking for candy. They are also very eager to know our names. Their names all seems to end with an ‘a’: Bonita, Stephania, Anna, ... Not your typical African names.

Meanwhile Antonio sits down in a nearby hut where a woman is taking care of her mother’s hair. The older woman lies on the ground. They invite us to come closer. We shake hands and greet them saying ‘molo! molo!’ as they do. Antonio explains a bit about the hair ritual and also the metal rings around the ancles and underlegs of the women. The rings have a meaning, it’s not pure decoration. You can tell how many children a woman has, if she’s mourning someone, .... It’s clear Antonio is a regular visitor, but he makes sure not to visit the same family every time. In return for the visit the Himba family is given mostly stuff like rice or flower. We notice there are hardly any men around. According to Antonio they are with the cattle. A man is allowed to have several wives and they marry within the group of cousins. The British couple seem apalled by everything they see. Yes, the kids have dirty little hands, and yes flies swerm around. The man stands there holding their rugsack really tight to his body and he keeps some distance. Ridiculous really!


At first I was a bit cautious about the Himba visit as I feared it might be a tourist village. But it’s not. We are invited into their homes, their daily life as it presents itself. The highlight of the visit comes when Lesley and I are called into a hut full of women and young girls. In the middle is a tiny baby. Turns out she is only 2 weeks old, born in this very same hut and the mother sits there smiling. She can’t be older than 15 or 16. We sit down with them and before we know it they put the baby in Lesley’s arms. No diapers here, so she is just a tiny bit careful not to get baby poo or pipi on her ☺ Everyone is so proud to show the baby and they ask Lesley if she wants to give her a second name. She suggests Anna but that turns out to be the name of the mum. It’s all very primitive, but they look happy and truly bonded with eachother. They tease eachother and laugh. I’m glad the British couple stays outside so we have this special sit down time with the ladies. Then Antonio takes us to the next hut where more kids are playing. Mum sits outside with them. Two boys are imitating wild animals and I ‘dance’ with a little girl. She has just been eating something from a plastic pot that looked really yugh and her hands are so dirty but I put aside those thoughts and hold her little hands anyway.


This setting couldn’t be more different to what we know in our Western world, but when the kids cry they also run to mum. A young teen girl is making a black oily substance. She uses it as a colouring for a big necklace she wears. Again, it’s more than a simple decoration, everything has a meaning relating to age, status, ... There are many rituals here and also beauty traditions. We are invited into the main hut of the family and one of the women shows us how she makes otjize paste. This is a cosmetic mixture of butterfat and ochre pigment. They use it to cleanse the skin over long periods of time and protect themselves from the hot climate as well as against mosquite bites. This is then often perfumed with aroma of the omuzumba bush. The woman spreads the aromatic smoke over her body and hair. Still, the British couple doesn’t get it. The woman keeps wondering how they wash themselves. And her dentist in London told her that the Himba knock out some front teeth once kids reach a certain age. The woman confirms - always with translation from Antonio – that this is still a tradition today. Again, they are appalled. ‘Awful!’. I admit I’m glad my parents didn’t knock my teeth out, but this is not our culture so we should not judge them over something like that. Then the British woman takes out her little camera and asks the Himba woman to look in the camera and open her mouth so she can show the photo to her dentist. Unbelievable. I’m ashamed. I can sense Antonio has his own thoughts about this too. Before we leave the hut we get a stripe of ochre on our arm, it looks a bit strange on our pale skins.


The family is not letting us go just like that. The whole group assembles in a large circle, stalling out all their goods, mainly jewelry. Now I know why they were all so eager to know our names. I hear my name all around the circle. “Petra! Petra!” Apparantly the other names were harder to remember. “Come here my friend!”. We stand there in the middle of the circle and we don’t know what to do. Ofcourse we’ll buy something, but we’ll have to disappoint so many people. Women as well as kids have stuff stalled out. We take a quick look around the circle and then I sit down with the young girls who were in the hut earlier. Immediately they cover my arm in bracelets. “Which one you like?” Oh, I’m really not good at this; I know I have to bargain. I end up buying 4 and then Antonio urges us to go as soon the sun will set.


We are very impressed by the visit. I’m guessing the British couple is quite happy to go back to the lodge and scrub their skins now. They travel with a private driver and are very impressed when they hear we travel on our own. “Just the two of you? Your parents must be very worried!” the man states. Back in Opuwo we see Himba women on the street and Antonio explains they will come into town for a couple of days for example when they need medical care or when they want to get supplies. They cannot live in town because it’s too expensive. And I wonder how they could keep their traditions alive here anyway. Back at the lodge the sun is just dissapearing behind the mountains and many guests are seated around the pool. As it gets dark it’s time to get ready for dinner and that also means washing our red ochre away, but the memories of the afternoon are very vivid and we continue to talk about the experience and look at our photos.

The evening feels cooler, but we eat outside on the terrace and wonder what the next day will bring, driving all the way to the border with Angola to see Epupa falls.

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Who needs Victoria Falls?

Opuwo - Epupa falls


Antonio is once more our guide. Luckily today it’s a private tour. A 3 hour drive to Epupa falls at the border with Angola. We try to get a conversation started, but it turns out Antonio is not such a talker. So we decide to let him focus on the driving and stay silent for a long time, looking out the car window. Surprisingly, Antonio is not driving a 4x4. The lodge obviously didn’t do that investment, while we read the roads up north can be challenging. But he has done this drive so many times, so we are not worried. Again we pass a lot of himba villages and cattle. At one point a boy throws a stone at our car. Antonio stops the car, puts the gear in reverse and shouts something in a local language to the boy. “Did he do it because he wants something?” I ask. Antonio confirms it’s indeed about getting stuff – or not – from tourists. Apparantly many tourists stop to hand out candy (I have to think of our stop just the day before ...), not such a wise thing to do apparantly.


Around 10 p.m. we reach Epupa falls. Antonio drives the car up a small hill which turns out to be a viewpoint. And once again, the nice thing is that we are all alone. No one else around. Before us we see a fabulous panorama. The falls spread over a very wide area and drop down with raging power. It’s strange to finally see water, and so much of it! In some place the depth is 35 meters. In this part of Africa everyone refers to Victoria falls, these falls are larger in scale apparantly, but Epupa falls are pretty impressive too in the middle of this arid area. “Do you want to go to Angola?” Antonio asks. “I don’t think so. I heard there are no roads and they only speak Portuguese,” I say. He laughs. He’s not intending to go there either, this much is clear. We stand there for a while admiring the view. A man from the village below joins us, Antonio tells us he will walk us down while he takes the car out to the camp site. Our local guide is called Thomas. He doesn’t speak English but we don’t need complex communication. He walks in front of us wearing selfmade slippers while we are equipped with our hiking shoes. He shows us the look outs and is very concerned about our safety, showing us where to stand to take a picture. The walk takes about an hour and we agree it is definitly worth the long drive today. What a magical place. We pay Thomas the 40 Namibian dollars (around 3 euro) and he even gives us a receipt while nothing else around here looks official. Together with another man he is on standby for guiding. When he sees a car coming down the road, he walks up the hillside. That’s how it works.


Before we head back to Opuwo we have lunch at the campsite by the river. It’s actually quite well organised here with wooden buildings and a little bar/diner with an outside deck overlooking the water. We eat a packed lunch and slowly Antonio starts to talk a bit more. He is the only guide working for the lodge, so he works nearly every day, no time off in the busy season. He asks if we have palm trees in Belgium and we have to disappoint him. We tell him about the seasons and cold temperatures and rain. It’s very hard for him to imagine a place without regular sunshine and no doubt he’d have to wear many layers of clothes, but he says he would like to visit Europe someday. On his own continent he would only go to South Africa as there is a connection with Namibia. Before starting the long drive back, he takes a power nap in the car and we wander around the campsite for a while. Then we hit the road again, mostly in silence and I’m a bit worried Antonio will get tired. I really have trouble keeping my eyes open, but I manage to stay awake. Strange, because on our long drives with the Ford Ranger I never felt this kind of sleepiness. At one point we see a fire. High palmtrees are burning and a himba family is desperately trying to kill the flames with large leafs. But it’s hopeless, there is no water and it seems vey dangerous to ‘attack’ the fire like that. I hope nobody gets hurt, but there is nothing we can do. There’s quite a lot of wind too, so more chance for the fire to spread. Dangers of living in such an arid area...

Late afternoon we arrive back in Opuwo. “You know what Opuwo means? It’s ‘the end", Antonio explains. It must indeed be the last town before a big stretch of wilderness. But to us it’s definitly not the end. More destinations lie ahead of us, and we can process all the impressions of the past days and dream about what is to come by the amazing infinity pool of the lodge. We thank Antonio for the excursions he did with us and then it’s bikini time. I was already hoping we’d be back before sunset so I could get into that water. It’s definitly refreshing and we enjoy the views untill the sun goes down. I’d like to have more Friday evenings like this! The only thing spoiling this picture perfect scene are a bunch of very loud and rude tourists, we think they are Russian. They invade the pool area like they own the place. At dinner they continue to be very present, but we don’t let it spoil our evening. The house cat miauws at our feet, hoping for some food to fall of the table.


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"A ticket to Halleluja"

Opuwo - Ongula Homestead


The Russians aren’t in good shape this morning at breakfast. Some of them come in running late and ofcourse nearly the whole breakfast buffet is taken by them (no pancakes left!). One of the women wears leather hotpants, it looks really comfortable in the hot Namibian climate ... Very elegant butt crack showing there!

The lodge staff are again really friendly. There’s this older man, a bit of a granddad, and he is so gentle with a big smile. He politely asks what country we are from. He must know we are not Russian, we are way too quiet ☺ And again, time comes to say goodbye. While checking out at reception, we bump into Antonio. ‘Molo! molo!” he greets us and shakes hands. “You should give these ladies a discount!” he says to reception. He is happy because tomorrow he has a day off due to a cancellation.

Today we are heading for Ongula Homestead, another cultural experience where we’ll visit a local community. It’s quite a long drive, mostly on tarred road this time. This means we can drive faster than 80 km/h, but there’s lots of cattle around the road so you have to be careful for crossing animals. It’s quite busy today, at least a lot busier than we’ve been used to so far and we pass several villages and little towns. Not that many tourist cars here, mainly locals. This time our travel organisation didn’t give us good directions to destinations (we don’t have gps so can only rely on our map and the printed directions they gave us) and we miss the road we are supposed to take for the last stretch of the journey. Luckily we soon realise something is not right and my Bradt guide book helps us out and gets us back on the right track. We really feel like we are quite far away from everything driving another at least 30 kms before we finally see directions to Ongula Homestead. From a gravel road there’s a sandy driveway and then we reach a small parking area. It looks quiet and immediately we are greeted by a lady who introduces herself as Matta, our guide for the day. We are the only guests and later on the day she will take us out for a walk into the village and get to know more about the Owambo people. She herself is a local too. On the plot of land are about five round ‘huts’, well designed, there is nothing primitive about it.


After the long drive we can use some time to chill and before we know it’s 4 p.m.. In African pace Matta starts the walk. She takes us too a small building where we take steps downstairs into a darker and cool area. Two women are making pottery. It’s al manual work and the young girls learn it from older generations. Next we learn about some bushes and trees and their main crop called millet (from a distance it looks like mais). Millet is the base for nearly all the food they prepare for daily use, from porridge to bread and pancakes. They stack it in a communal area for the village and Matta promises us we will taste it in the traditional meal later on the evening. Oh yes, and we might also get to try some worms. They taste a bit like grilled termites (you lure them out of the termite hill with fire), another tasty snack. Mmmm... not sure how much I’m looking forward to dinner now.

Water comes from a 7 meter deep hole. This is what started the settlement here. It’s simple: no water, no life. A brave farmer was convinced he would find water because of some of the vegetation he saw growing. No one believed him, but the laughing stopped when the water was discovered. Over the years they have to dig deeper and deeper though. Surrounding the village we see some very old trees and Matta tells us the biggest tree is used for meetings. The head of the family/village will invite the others to sit in a circle. Wish we could do our meetings at work like this.

The home of the family we’re visiting is an area with seperated zones consisting of several huts. It’s quite big actually. There’s a central area where they can light a big campfire and share stories. About 25 people live here. Again, men are allowed to have more than one wife. The two women who were making the pottery are now showing u show they prepare the millet to an oily substance and to flower. They crush the seeds with a big wooden stick and I give it a go as well. Not sure I could turn this into flower ☺ By now we do get a less authentic feel about the whole visit. There aren’t many people around the home (everybody seems to be at the local bar – not shown to us, but there’s loud music since early afternoon). The two women, dressed in a very pink outfit – Matta explains to us this is the color of the Owambo people – then continue to demonstrate how they make baskets and plates with palm leafs and coloured plastic. One of them only smiles for the photo. We can see that they do live here, but it’s so different to the Himba visit. We feel like tourists on a tour, not like visitors getting a glimpse of real life as it presents itself that very moment. Matta is actually sleeping here with the family. She show us her ‘room’. It’s in a closed round hut and the door is locked (otherwise the kids would come in and mess it up). We peep into the dark room and see a bed. It seems pretty claustrophobic, no windows, no light, no air. I think of our room for the night, it’s pure luxury compared to this.

We learn the Owambo originally come from central Africa and then spread out to other areas. In this part of Namibia they chased the San people (‘bushmen’) away. And yes, the Owambo like a drink. Matta shows us an installation that is used to make an alcoholic drink from fermented fruit. I suspect it’s quite heavy stuff. These days they also drink alcoholic drinks like beer. It does confirm the impression we already got on the road. No matter how tiny a town or settlement is, there are always houses and huts with ‘BAR’ painted on it. Drinking alcohol – and probably too much of it – seems to be widely spread.


The tour ends with singing and dancing from the children. They all wear the same colour of pink, girls and boys. We sit down and watch them do their thing. After the singing Matta tells them to step forward and introduce themselves. Not so enthousiastically they each say their name and age. The eldest girl is 14, a typical teenager who doesn’t hide her desinterest and Matta urges her to be polite and repeat her name clearly. It confirms our feeling that the whole setup of the visit is way less authentic than the Himba visit.


But the experience isn’t over yet. At 18.30 we are expected in the main building for the traditional meal. We see a rat running away in one of the corners, but we’re not even shocked. The lodge really is well maintained. It’s just: this is Africa, so you don’t get too fussy ☺ Cook Betty comes to present each course at our table. I’m quite hungry and I wonder what to expect. I’m not hungry enough to eat worms ☺ But Betty doesn’t present any worms to us. Starter is a fresh salad based on millet, carrots, cucumber. It’s really refreshing. The main course is a different story. They present us a sort of buffet with a big plate of porridge, then chicken, spinach and just in case also some pasta and orynx meat. Betty tells us there might be sand between the spinach. And the porridge is meant to be eaten with some of the sauce as it doesn’t really taste like much. I take a small portion of everything. Yes, there is sand in the spinach. And yes, the porridge is quite tasteless. There’s hardly any meat on the chicken and I feel embarrassed for not eating more. They invite dus to eat with our hands, like they do, but we stick to fork and knife. I really don’t want to insult Betty but I can’t eat much. She comes back in smiling, I think they are used to not finding empty plates and I comfort myself with the thought that the food isn’t lost. The dessert isn’t that traditional. It’s a scoop of ice cream with a kind of custard. So all in all we don’t have to go to bed hungry.


But it’s still early, way to early to go to sleep. In the distance we hear the music coming from the bar. We take a seat outside around the campfire with Matta, Betty, a young guy who assists at the lodge and a somewhat older man who does ‘security’. Now this is the best part of our visit. There under the stars, in the warmth and light of the fire we talk about old traditions, religion, (the differences between) our countries, and even dying. Matta comes from a family of 9 and already lost 4 brothers. “Yes, they got a ticket to Halleluja,” she says. Humor is a way to cope with sad things here. Apparantly there’s a big taboe around death in relation to kids. “Whenever someone died, they would tell us kids that this person went overseas.” Betty says she was afraid as a child that the one who ‘went overseas’ would appear in the night. Some fears are universal. “What happens when you die?” Matta wonders. The flames of the campfire flicker, and leave the answer a mystery. Maybe bigger than the mystery of death is the astonishment of our Namibian companions when they hear the sun mostly doesn’t shine in Belgium. “No sunshine?” That is really hard to grasp. I can’t blame them. More questions are asked about Belgium: “Is everybody rich? Can people divorce?” Equal rights between women and men isn’t really happening here. A symbol of that is the fact that when a baby is born, the man comes to see mother and child after a week and then decides on the name. “And what happens if the mother doesn’t like the name?” I ask. “That doesn’t matter,” Matta says. “In Belgium the woman mostly wins the name discussion!” I say. “Oh, that is good!” Betty laughs; She ads that the name of the security guy translated in English is something like: “I cannot kill myself”. Mmm... seems this father wasn’t so happy about the new baby.

We thank our hosts for the campfire talk and then retreat to our ‘hut’. The party in the bar clearly isn’t over yet, but ear plugs help to fall asleep.

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Bedtime stories

Ongula Homestead - Etosha


It’s a quiet morning at Ongula homestead. They aren’t expecting new guests untill Tuesday, so Matta tells us she is not going to church today but will clean up a bit and relax for the rest of the time. She warns us she can get emotional when guests leave, but we keep our eyes dry and wave as we drive off.

We are excited to be heading to Etosha national park today. It’s a rather dull drive over tar road, but the reward after the long drive exceeds expectations. Just outside the eastern entrance gate to the park is a gate to Onguma Bush Camp. The guard checks our name on the list and then it’s another 8 km drive to the camp. I’m expecting safari tents and more basic accomodation. As we reach the main building of the ‘camp’ it’s clear this is not basic. A young guy welcomes us with a cold drink and cool towels and gives us a tour. There’s a beautifully maintained garden, a pool, a gorgeous open restaurant and lounge area and all this is situated right at a drinking pool where we can spot animals. And it’s so quiet and peaceful! We are in seventh heaven. The room is great as well. This place is just asking for some time to be spent here. We enjoy a delicious lunch, admiring the view (just a few springbok there) and taking the whole atmosphere of the place in. This is holiday too, just taking it all in and looking forward to further exploration of the park the next day. The temperatures aren’t too hot, so it’s nice around the pool till the sun goes down. We go up the stairs of a small lookout hut and see a jackall by the water. By the time we return to the room to freshen up for dinner the lodge staff is lighting torches all around the place and there is another campfire to look forward to.


We eat out on the open deck, excellent food (kudu as main course today) and staff is again so friendly. Our waiter introduces himself as Edwil. He gets up at 4.30 a.m. in the morning to get breakfast organised and in the evening he waits till the last guest return from the evening game drive. Long days, but he never stops smiling.

We’re not doing any drive this evening and instead find a place around the campfire where a few other guests have gathered. One of them is a pilot, a young (white) Namibian guy, who flies private tours around the country. He’s just starting a 21 day trip with a new group. A conversation starts about which animals everyone has seen so far. And then we get some scary stories from the pilot about snake bites, killer spiders who run after you to attack, car accidents, flat tires, ... One of the German couples is waiting for a new tire to be delivered from a place about 200 km away. The other couple ran out of cash money, they don’t understand there is no cash machine anywhere in Etosha. I think they should have taken some more cash out on the start of their trip. This is just Africa, although we are in a lodge we are surrouned by wild nature. Oh well, we have our bedtime stories and then go to our room. There another story waits for us. There’s a roll of paper on the beds, a bedtime story with a legend about the sun and the moon. What a nice gesture! It completes the experience and we can’t wait to go on our early morning game drive.

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The lion's roar



“Did you hear the lion?” Edwil asks at breakfast. It’s 5.30 a.m. and still dark. Lesley confirms she heard something, I was sound asleep apparantly. But a lion was nearby. Apparantly it’s the typical roar of the male calling out for the female. It raises our expectations for the day. We have a quick breakfast (they have Nutella!! That look on Lesley’s face when she sees it and realises she doesn’t have to eat jam today ☺) and then we’re all set to go.

Etosha is translated in different ways: ‘Place of Mirages’ or ‘Land of Dry Water’ and ‘Great White place’. The defining feature of the park is the great Etosha pan, which appears to be the remnant of a large inland lake that was fed by rivers from the north and the east. Nowadays there’s no water but a salty residue, making the whole Pan look like a dry white lake. But it offers geat panoramic views and it’s easy to spot animals on the huge plains.


Although you can drive through Etosha with your own car, we are doing our first exploration with an organised gamedrive from the lodge. Moses is our ranger today. We climb aboard the open safari truck, together with 6 other guests. The early morning temperatures are surprisingly cool not to say cold with the wind blowing as we speed up on our way to the gate. And Moses is in a hurry! He is determined to show us many animals and he speeds through the landscape. We are still in the phase that the sight of zebras actually does excite us, he stops and then after a few minutes he goes “You ready?” and off he goes. He doesn’t want to show us zebras, but elephants and lions! Moses is in such a hurry that we have to shout out to him ‘ELEPHANTS!!’ when we spot some grey backs in high grass. The elephants blend into the landscape. Moses knows a better place to watch the elephants so soon we see them really nearby in an open landscape and then again by a waterpool. Fascinating!! We are all excited and I’m glad we stop the car for just a bit longer. On the seats in front of us there’s a Suisse couple that must be around their 80ies. They’ve done many travels and I can’t help but think how wonderful it must be to travel a lifetime long. Where is the man who will still sit with me in a safari truck when I’m 80?

From elephants we move on to lions though in the far distance. We need binoculars to see them properly. A small group of lions is lying in the high grass under a bush, we can just see one holding up his head.

Pretty rare to see during daytime are hyenas. But we see two by a waterpool. And besides many more zebras we also spot giraffes. Pretty sight as well with their tall necks and fascinating to see them walk in the wild. You never go to a zoo again once you’ve experienced this. All these animals, they don’t belong in captivity.


We return to the lodge feeling happy. Lunch is already waiting for us and we use the rest of the afternoon for some more relaxing till the sun goes down. Today we have a sundowner on the deck of the lounge area. Watching the sun go down in this amazing place with a cocktail in our hands, ....life can be hard! Edwil eternalizes the moment on photo for us. It’s our last evening in the lodge and we are already nostalgic, especially because we have to face reality that the last days of the trip are setting in. But we’re not ready to let Namibia go just yet.


Dinner is served again in the open restaurant area. We get one of the most wanted tables and eat steak. It’s delicious. By now we are used to the campfire moments in the evening. The pilot is there too, together with a Dutch couple. We can speak Dutch and Afrikaans ☺ No scary stories tonight, just sharing our enthousiasm about travelling. I come to think I would love a campfire like this in my garden (only my garden is way too small). Campfires are wonderful. They litterally bring people together and the flames bring out the stories.


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