After valiantly fighting off a near fatal African upset stomach despite a distinct lack of sympathy from DH, I was ready to take on the rest of our journey through Botswana which was to have a very large elephant focus (pun intended). Our next stop for the night was at an elephant watering hole and our accommodation was one of a number of little cottages that surrounded said water. I love the fact that someone in Africa thought it would be a good idea to surround...

Back in 1980 there was a successful feel-good movie called The Gods Must Be Crazy. The story revolves around a San tribesman who is trying to get rid of a Coca-Cola bottle that is thrown out of an airplane and falls to Earth unbroken. The surprise star of the movie was N!xau ǂToma (the symbols in his name represent different clicking sounds in the Khoekhoe language), a Kalahari bushman who had only ever seen three white people before being cast and was unawa...

After the eco-isolation of the Namibia we had seen to date, it was nice to roll into the relatively pristine towns of Walvis Bay (South African flavour) and, an hour further up the coast, Swakopmund (German flavour). Since we'd now be on paved roads until we dropped the Wounded Zebra at her Namibian destination, we emptied the camper, hung everything on clotheslines, and beat the dust out of them. Just as we thought it was time to open a beer and start decomp...

The most visited spot in Namibia is not the famous Etosha National Park but rather Sossusvlei which is a salt and clay pan surrounded by high red dunes, located in the southern part of the Namib Desert. This place is cool for a number of reasons. First, the Namib Desert, at 80 million years, is the oldest desert in the world (in people years, that's roughly the same age as newly retired supercop Mike C). Secondly, Sossusvlei literally translates to “dea...

The return date for the Wounded Zebra was fast approaching so we needed to head to Namibia (or as the self anointed Irish Princess, Wilma C would say, "why the heck would you want to go there...by gosh and by golly??"). As the Wounded Zebra backfired its' way across the border, South African authorities were surprisingly eager to see us go and the Namibian border guards were equally reluctant to let us in- we had all of the needed paperwork so after the usual...