Yesterday (16th Nov) we drove 2 hours to this national park, home to Africa's 'Matterhorn'. There are a number of individual wild camp sites within the park and we were pretty much alone, save for a couple of other cars a mile or two away. When we say wild, we mean no toilets, water, 'leccy or for that matter Mango Butter cream. We set up camp in what appeared to be a suitable site. Now picture this. Both of us sat at our table, planning our next few days when...

We made two attempts at adding a postcard today. Both took 30 minutes and did not save! Needless to say we are more than ready for the cartons of wine (yes cartons) which await us. This is therefore a very much summarised version of what happened. Last Friday we loaded up the bakkie (truck) with provisions and purred 650 km north to the game reserve, Etosha. Passing through some rather dubious looking towns along the way, we eventually reached Etosha. The s...

NAMIBIA FRIGGIN' ROCKS DUDE! This is the repeated statement of our backpacker hostel owner in the bar last night. What a character. He has managed to whip us up into a frenzy. Last night was one of those times when you really remember what the travel thing is all about and why you never really recover from it. Everyone relaxed and having a good time. All with a common interest. We have hired a ute with a pop up tent on the roof (theory being lions cant...

The only half decent internet cafe in town has disabled the USB conn, so no piccies to add. Meanies. We arrived in Namibia Tuesday 8th Nov and faced the trauma of our first dormitory accomodation. Now lads, I'm sure you might envy Phill's night of shared sleep with three ladies - pillow fights, jumping up and down on the mattresses. Not a bit of it. A German frauline rocked in late and proceeded to read under the glow of a maglite until 2.30 am. Neither of us...

Whilst planning this trip, we agreed that there would be several occasions when we would stand back and say - 'wow that was amazing.' Today was one of those days. Early doors and very choppy waters, we rode out to Shark Alley in search of the Great Whites. We clung for dear life as we rode the waves in stormy conditions. Lady luck shone down on us as we dropped anchor and the weather broke to give us great visability and not too rocky a boat. Fish heads tossed...