Well, apologies once again for the lack of photos. Despite being in one of the most civilised towns yet that is more like the East coast of the US than Africa, the internet is shocking or at least uploading photos is shocking.

Anyway, below you will find some amusement as Henry takes the postcard reins and wittily informs you of recent events. We are certainly making the most of the last part of the trip before the car finally breaks completely!

We have recently suffered two serious attacks on our make shift encampments in the bush. The first was most distressing and more serious; we had set up camp in a fine spot inside a game reserve, and then proceeded to make a visit to the local town to engage in shopping based activities. When we returned to our camp a few hours later, it was in a similar state to Rawks drift, a few hours after the Zulus had finished with it. They had gone through and trashed everything we hadn’t put in the car, which was most of our stuff. We were at the point of planning a return raid on the local village when we noticed a few baboons lurking nearby, not only did these baboons look very guilty, but they had forgotten to cover their tracks before leaving.

The second attack was from a giant spider, which interrupted a gin and tonic drinking session we were having. Due to the seriousness of the offence I was forced to execute it with a spade.

We had our first serious breakage on the car a few days ago. I was putting the window up, when there was a large clunk and the window dropped into the door. Luckily it was not raining, but we happened to be in Windhoek the capital city of Namibia, despite the efficiency of the former colonials, crime is on the up and this is not a place to leave you car parked with the window down. Despite the fact that every other person in Namibia drives a Land Rover, a local chap tried to convince us that there was no Land Rover garage in Namibia, after informing this chap that he was a moron, we made our way to the land rover garage that was about half a mile from where we had spoken to him. We left the garage a few hours later with a window that now worked, and a credit card that no longer worked, thanks to Land Rovers outrageous prices.

A few days ago we were in Kaokoland in Northern Namibia, this place is seriously remote, and we had seen about four cars in the last three days. On the last day we were minding our business having a pee stop on the edge of the road in the middle of no where. Suddenly a small white rental car zoomed past us with some longhaired freek waving out of the window at us; My first though was who is that looser. The car then stopped and reversed back to us, and the driver looked worryingly familiar. At this point the driver announced ‘Hi guys its me Jed, your rafting buddy’, yes sure enough it was the idiot we had met on our white water rafting trip in Zambia, we had left him on the edge of the Zambezi, two countries and over 2500km ago, thankful that we would never have to see or speak to him again, we were not so lucky.

Although events have been somewhat less Xtreme than in my last email, we have managed to squeeze in a few extreme

We are now on the skeleton coast which is awesome, the desert goes right into the sea, huge sand dunes etc. Today we went Quad biking in the desert Sand dunes. XTREME RATING 10! Probably the most fun thing ever. Beardy then took the extreme behaviour to the highest level by flipping his quad bike over, this did not go down at all well. Luckily panicing levels reached no further than a moderate 3.5 and no one was hurt (apart from the quad bike which is now leaking oil).