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Having crossed the border from Zambia, the road that stretched out ahead was long and straight. It welcomed my feet hanging out of the window in addition to catching up in my diary. (I'm always having to catch up in my diary and in the blog entries if you haven't noticed!!) This drive along the Caprivi strip couldn't be this perfect for too long, could it? Nnnnnoooooooo, of course not!!
The Namibian Adventure
Coffeecat2005-12-24 22:37:21
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Having crossed the border from Zambia, the road that stretched out ahead was long and straight. It welcomed my feet hanging out of the window in addition to catching up in my diary. (I'm always having to catch up in my diary and in the blog entries if you haven't noticed!!) This drive along the Caprivi strip couldn't be this perfect for too long, could it? Nnnnnoooooooo, of course not!!
Hearing a loud bang in a country you are not familiar with can always give you a fright. The image of bandits jumping out of the bushes as I fought them off with my super travellers powers was cut short when I was asked not to loose all of the nuts as we changed the flat tire. Within 15 minutes we were back on the road and I plunged back into my diary. 'BANG' Yes, another flat. Luckily we were pros by now. These events did cause us to fall behind schedule (8 hours on the road) so we decided it might be best to make camp in Rundu. We watched a true African sun set over the river and our conversations led to Angola and the Caprivi Strip that we had
just driven through. So many lives had been lost in these areas through various battles, yet I peacefully poked out of my tent thinking of my sharp tire changing skills. How life changes over the years eh?
The morning began early as we drove south to Windhoek. I had had the opportunity to take one bus for 21 hours, but thought the camping break might be appreciated. Having a hamburger for breakfast isn't quite what I had envisioned, but it went down regardless!! When we finally pulled into the Chamelion Backpackers, I had to sort out my tour details for the next day (they wanted the dosh) so I had to make my way out onto the streets to withdraw some cash from the cashpoint. A bit freaked out as I had been warned that I'd loose everything to muggers if I wasn't too careful. The streets were earily desolate. Even though it was a Sunday
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