The long, dragging road to Windhoek.

As I exited from my tent in the morning, the ever smiling Benson greeted me with a handshake and wished me ‘Happy Birthday’!. It’s not every year that one could spend one’s birthday in the Etosha National Park. Birthday or not, I was not excused from doing the early morning chores, which was cleaning the interior of the ‘Monster’. Well, at least I tried asking for the exemption.

Sign at the Lodge.

Another one.

Dinner at Windhoek.

The journey on board the ‘Monster’¬† to Windhoek was a draggy one. I glanced at the clock on my hand phone numerous times to see if we were arriving on time at the estimated time of arrival. Slept mostly throughout the journey and as we reached the lodge where we were staying, I decided to rent a tent for the night as it was a birthday present for myself and I was too lazy to pitch up my tent. There were no activities in Windhoek except lazing by the bar at the lodge. All of us had dinner at a nearby restaurant that served food from the major animals that were found in Namibia i.e zebra, kudu, sprinbox ,ostriches, elephant and even crocodile meat … I had the zebra which was really filling and for the first time in my life I did not finish a steak. We had a blast at the dinner where all of us surprisingly remained sober despite returning back to civilization and after dinner I was quite tempted to visit the nearby Casino but the body had taken it’s toll and also the bed in my tent looked really inviting. A bed at last …..

DAY 13

Windhoek to Ghazni

At the Namibian / Botwana Border post ….Local Herero ladies with their traditional headgear.

It was a very similar ride where the landscape was very like the journey from Etosha National Park to Windhoek. We stopped at the town of Gobabis before reaching the Namibian border post of Buitepos . Received the exit stamp and off we went to the Botswana border post of Mamuno to get our entry visa stamped. Being Malaysian, it was not a problem for me to get a Visa on Arrival …..

Bushman fire skills.

Bushman Village

Bushman field crafts.

Start of the hunt.

Mother and child.

Bushman hunting skills.

There were no untoward incidents like the one at the South African exit point, which to me, was the most chaotic border incident¬† I have ever encountered during all my travels. We continued our journey to the town of Ghanzi where we arrived at the lodge –¬† which to me was run down and needed a lot of renovation. We then went to a Bushman village, which to me was not a real one as there were a lot of them in the lodge having drinks. I did not enjoy myself here as there was not a lot of optional activities except for the visit to the so-called Bushman village and also the Bushman dance which was held later that night …. Cant complain though …

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