It was our last day in Namibia and one traveler finished here and we picked up a new one. The new guy, 60ish from Ireland, had done a double decker bus tour the day before and wasn’t prepared for the sun and is now suffering 2nd degree burns all over his face. What a crappy way to start a trip! He’s only with us for about a week until we reach Livingstone and half our group will change.
We crossed the border in Botswana and immediately noticed lot of livestock on the road. There are no fences keeping animals off the road here and it slows down the drive. Cows, horses, goats, donkeys, everywhere! We are also told not to drink the tap water anymore. I have been strictly on bottled water but lots of others have been filling their bottles from the tap. It’s a chance I wasn’t gonna take!
We turned off the highway and followed a goat trail into the wild unknown and found our camp in the bush, in the middle of nowhere. Weird. And it has a bar and a restaurant and we have the option to sleep in grass huts for a whopping $5. They have beds in them on a cement pad and it means I don’t have to tackle our stinky tent just yet, besides, it’s just gonna rain again tonight anyway, I just know it!
We have a couple of options to take part in tonight and tomorrow such as a bushman walk, which I’m not sure what is encompassed, and some traditional singing and dancing. I’m still tired from the night before so I’ll just see how I feel when the moment arrives.