Up early. We are getting better at learning if you get the tent down and packed by 9 it save loosing the pound or two in sweat (and as we are both snake like athletes its best not to loose too much weight).

Usual breakfast of mystery sausages and fried eggs. However we did cause a bit of stir in the camp amongst the German muesli brigade, being the British sought of chaps we are, we set up our table complete with table cloth and full cutlery laid properly and a cup of coffee on the side. However we did not wear Union Jack dressing owns as that would have been a step too far.

Out of the camp site and stop for Diesel, much to the annoyance of German couple with big 4WD and trailer who had to wait for us as the station could only do one vehicle at a time.

Lost our eggs again at the veterinary gate and set off to go into the Namib Desert and onto the South Atlantic coast. Got stopped at the usual police check point, where upon the Germans once more attempt to go past us nearly running over several Namibian police. This is never a good move and we are waved on our way as they set to work on the Germans.

On we drive along various passes with Mr B at the wheel, about an hour later a huge dust cloud approaches us from behind as the Germans fly by at about 100KMPH with the women leaning out of the window waving her arms furiously at us. The road in front completely vanishes as we drop to about 10KMPH until the cloud disappears muttering 'bloody Germans'.

Unfortunately 3 minutes later the vehicle started to sway violently, after checking Mr B hadn't been at the fire water while driving, again, we cam to the conclusion flat tyre. So that's what she was waiving at !!! Always said nice chaps these Germans.

Out came the jack and inserted under axle, and attempted to drop down the spare, at witch point the end snapped off the jack handle. Rob wondered up the road to ask a passing local if he had a jack, which he did, only it was for a 30 ton grader. Much grunting swearing and sweat later we changed to wheel and continued towards the Springbok Gate then to Torra Bay. There we dipped our feet into the South Atlantic at the weirdest camping site in the world. It appeared to be a set of abandoned concrete toilet blocks being battered by the sea. Even though the camp site was abandoned the toilets all still worked (bloody mystery sausages). We then drove up the coast a short distance and found a little fresh water enclave full of birds, Onyx and Sprinbok. We wondered through admiring the landscape and the animals and then noticed the paw prints in the sand of a large cat. At this point beat a hasty retreat the car and set off back inland.

Thundered down the dirt tracks to our next destination of Madisa. This was a secluded encampment where we had a bed and breakfast arrangement with pre assembled tents of a luxury nature. Each encampment had its own private facilities which where alfresco in nature (where a hat when on the loo in-case of sunburn). There will be various pictures posted later showing your two heroes wondering through the site with only bath towels for modesty. We retired to the bar for a small drink and as it was at least a 10 min walk back to cook tea extended this to dinner. Had a very nice meal cooked around the camp fire with Rob telling some Belgium's how Europe was better off without us. Hey ho another full day and in bed by 9:30.