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Arrival and First Day

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Welcoming in The Year of the Dog.

Welcoming in The Year of the Dog.

Leaving Hong Kong.

Leaving Hong Kong.

We departed from Hong Kong just a few minutes after the arrival of the Year of the Dog. Probably not the most fortuitous start to a Chinese New Year. The usual firework display across Victoria Harbour had been cancelled out of respect for the nineteen victims of one of Hong Kong's worst ever bus crashes which had occurred six days earlier on February tenth. In addition, my previous four days of teaching at school had been devoid of any children, as all primary school and kindergarten children were urged to stay at home, due to a nasty outbreak of influenza.

Our journey to Namibia was on board Ethiopian Airlines. We would travel for ten hours to Addis Ababa Airport, then change planes for a further five hour journey to Windhoek. This was our first time on Ethiopian Airlines and we found it pretty good. Or at least for someone like me, who really does not like flying, certainly no worse than any other airline. The highlight was the Ethiopian beer - Habesha cold gold - served with each meal. We are developing a taste for African beer.

Peter on board with his Habesha beer.

Peter on board with his Habesha beer.

Addis Ababa Airport is quite small and very busy. It struggles to cope with the number of travellers passing through it. As we took off on the second flight towards Windhoek, we had good views over Addis Ababa, a city we have yet to visit.

Flying over Addis Ababa.

Flying over Addis Ababa.

Flying over Addis Ababa.

Flying over Addis Ababa.

When we arrived in Hosea Kutako International Airport, we were met by a representative of tok tokkie shuttle service. We had pre-booked them to take us to our first hotel, the Hilton in the centre of Windhoek. Namibia is not great on public transport and we were not hiring a car, so had to rely on pre-booked shuttles to get from A to B. Tok tokkie seemed to be pretty reliable.

Windhoek's airport is called after Chief Hosea Kutako. Kutako was born in 1870 and became a founding member of Namibia's first nationalist party, SWANU. During the 1950's and 1960's, Kutako petitioned the United Nations to help end South African rule and help Namibia gain independence.

Getting off the plane in Windhoek.

Getting off the plane in Windhoek.

Hosea Kutako International Airport, Windhoek.

Hosea Kutako International Airport, Windhoek.

Windhoek's International airport is around forty kilometres from the city of Windhoek. The journey from the airport passed through a lot of greenery and distant hills. Our driver told us they had been having quite a bit of rain in recent days, so I'm not sure if it is always so green. The driver was pleased about the rain, as he told us he kept a herd of cattle and, of course, needed the rain for their grass.

On the journey from the airport.

On the journey from the airport.

By the time we reached the Hilton Hotel we were extremely tired, but our check in did not go at all smoothly. The girl who checked us in simply gave us a room key, but no information. We pointed out that our two night stay came with dinner and breakfast and asked for details. She claimed it was room only. This led to a bit of a fight, ending only when the receptionist admitted our deal possibly included dinner but refusing to accept it included breakfast. She promised she would double check everything for us, but of course, she did not, so, despite our tiredness, we had to contact the headquarters of the Hilton group in the U.S. ourselves with a complaint and they, fortunately, got back to us quite quickly telling us our deal included two dinners and two breakfasts. We returned to the reception with the reply we had received and breakfast was added to our reservation, but we still could not get any information about where we could eat dinner or what we were entitled to. Not the best of starts. Feeling a bit stressed we took ourselves off to the Hilton's rooftop pool for a calming swim.

Our Room.

Our Room.

View from Our Window.

View from Our Window.

Calming down in the pool.

Calming down in the pool.

At the roof top pool.

At the roof top pool.

View over Windhoek from the pool.

View over Windhoek from the pool.

That night we ate in the hotel's Ekipa Restaurant where we had no problem convincing them our dinner was included in our deal. We tried a local Namibian food buffet. We had not realised by this stage that the hotel was not so good at keeping things hot on a buffet. Still service in the restaurant was really friendly, unlike at the hotel's reception. Most of the food was quite ordinary: chicken, hake, vegetables, spinach. However, I was brave enough to try the mopane worms. These are not actually worms; they are caterpillars of a kind of emperor moth known as Gonimbrasia Belina. Apparently they are highly nutritious. For some reason I expected them to be crispy and crunchy, but they were not. When I bit into one, the soft squishy insides shot into my mouth. I cannot say I enjoyed this experience very much and I certainly won't be repeating it. Yeuk!!! Thank goodness we had lots of beer to wash the food down with. I was on the Hansa draft and the bottled Tafel lager. Both were excellent.

We are getting on a bit age wise, truth be told, and we made no attempt to see Windhoek on our arrival day. We left it till the next day when we would have had a chance to recover from our long journey to Africa. I must say our room at the Hilton was very quiet, peaceful and comfortable and we slept really well here.

Me eating a mopane worm.

Me eating a mopane worm.

Mopane worms on the buffet next to some sort of gizzard dish.

Mopane worms on the buffet next to some sort of gizzard dish.

A more sensible diner he stuck to the chicken and the fish.

A more sensible diner he stuck to the chicken and the fish.

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Exploring Windhoek

First full day.

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We woke up next day in much better spirits having regained some energy after a much needed decent night's sleep. The hotel's breakfast buffet, in the same restaurant as we had eaten dinner, was also freezing and we quickly learned to forget the supposedly hot options and concentrate on the bread. As a former German colony, Namibia has excellent bread.

It was a Saturday and I get the impression that Windhoek, quiet at the best of times, is even quieter at the weekend. However, since we live in the crowds, noise and pollution of Hong Kong, we were delighted by the empty streets and open spaces.

Windhoek is the capital of Namibia. It is located on the Khomas Highland Plateau and has a population of almost 400,000. Windhoek was originally called AiGams, which means hot water, by the Nama tribes who occupied this area. It was called this because of the hot springs located in the area. Later Oorlam chief, Jonker Afrikaner, changed the town's name to Windhoek which means windy corner. The Oorlams were a mixed race people driven out of the Cape area of present day South Africa by the British. German colonial Windhoek was founded in October 1890 when Curt von Francois reached Windhoek with thirty-two of his men.

There was a statue of Curt von Francois outside the Windhoek Municipality Buildings near our hotel. Curt von Francois was born in Luxembourg in 1856. He was a soldier and a geographer who explored and mapped several parts of Africa. He was sent to South West Africa, present day Namibia, in 1889 to help quell an uprising by local Herero tribal people against German colonial rule. He occupied the ruins of Jonker Afrikaner's destroyed town of Windhoek and began building the Alte Feste Fort to house his Schutztruppe or German colonial troops.

Curt von Francois.

Curt von Francois.

After looking at the statue we headed off to the Zoo Park. The Zoo Park is a small, pleasant grassy park with a Chinese style pagoda, a little bridge and a memorial to the German Schutztruppe who were killed in the Nama uprisings against German colonial rule. The memorial dates from 1897.

memorial to the Schutztruppe.

memorial to the Schutztruppe.

Me at the Chinese Pagoda, Zoo Park.

Me at the Chinese Pagoda, Zoo Park.

Peter on the bridge, Zoo Park.

Peter on the bridge, Zoo Park.

From the Zoo Park we walked to the nearby Christus Kirche or Christ Church. The Evangelical Lutheran congregation in Windhoek was started by Pastor Heinrich Siebe in January 1896. Less than a year later, he had attracted enough members to justify the construction of a church. Christus Kirche, the oldest Evangelical Lutheran Church in Namibia, was designed by Gottlieb Redecker and consecrated on 16th October 1910. We could not go inside the church as it was locked.

Christ Church.

Christ Church.

Christ Church.

Christ Church.

Actually many of Windhoek's major sites are next to Christ Church. We next walked to the Alte Feste Fort which is now a museum. However, this was closed and we could only look inside its outer courtyard.

Just outside the Alte Feste stands the Genocide Memorial. This depicts a man and woman raising their arms to reveal their broken chains. This symbolizes their newly gained freedom. The words 'Their Blood Waters Our Freedom' are written on the memorial. This memorial was erected in remembrance of the suffering of the Nama and Herero people at the hands of the Schutztruppe during the 1904 to 1907 war. This war is considered to be the first attempted genocide of the twentieth century.

The Genocide Memorial.

The Genocide Memorial.

The Genocide Memorial from the back.

The Genocide Memorial from the back.

The outer yard of the Alte Feste houses several old carts, wagons and engines. Then outside the grounds of the fort there are some old cannons.

Me in the outer courtyard of the Alte Feste.

Me in the outer courtyard of the Alte Feste.

Peter in the outer courtyard of the Alte Feste.

Peter in the outer courtyard of the Alte Feste.

Me in the outer courtyard of the Alte Feste.

Me in the outer courtyard of the Alte Feste.

Peter outside Alte Feste.

Peter outside Alte Feste.

Peter outside Alte Feste.

Peter outside Alte Feste.

Next we visited the Independence Memorial Museum next to the Alte Feste. This museum was officially opened in March 2014. Outside the front of this building stands a statue of Sam Nujoma.

Sam Nujoma was born in 1929. He was a Namibian revolutionary, anti-apartheid activist and politician. He was the first President of independent Namibia and remained president from 1990 to 2005. His statue stands on the former site of the Reiterdenkmal statue which depicted a member of the German colonial Schutztruppe. Sam Nujoma's statue proudly holds aloft a copy of the Namibian constitution

The Independence Memorial Museum was built by the North Koreans. It has three floors of exhibits. Floor 1 deals with Namibia under German colonial rule and under the South African Apartheid regime. Floor 2 is about the armed struggle against Apartheid. Floor 3 is concerned with Namibian independence. At the top of the building there is a cafe with excellent viewing platforms, though if you want to take photos from the platforms, you must first buy a drink or risk being fined. I was a little surprised to see the notice on the door banning people from bringing guns and knives inside. The first floor of the museum contains some very disturbing and gruesome images. I am not going to put any on here as they are too depressing.

Namibia's fight for freedom.

Namibia's fight for freedom.

Namibian Independence.

Namibian Independence.

Sign on the cafe door.

Sign on the cafe door.

View over the closed Alte Feste.

View over the closed Alte Feste.

View over the Namibian Parliament.

View over the Namibian Parliament.

View over Christ Church.

View over Christ Church.

Looking towards Windhoek's three castles.

Looking towards Windhoek's three castles.

Me with a zebra in the cafe.

Me with a zebra in the cafe.

Sam Nujoma Statue outside the museum.

Sam Nujoma Statue outside the museum.

When we left the museum, we entered the gardens of the Namibian Parliament. These are beautifully laid out. Unfortunately, we were approached by a guard and told the gardens were about to close. However, the guard said it was all right if we took some photos before leaving, so we did and promptly discovered we had been locked in the gardens. I was standing at the gate wondering how on Earth we were going to get out, when a young lady outside the gate assured me I would be able to exit from the top of the gardens near the parliament building. This turned out to be true and a further advantage of leaving this way was that we passed by the Windhoek Cricket Club where a match was taking place.

The Namibian Parliament was originally known as the Tintenpalast or ink palace. Its grounds contain statues of three prominent Namibian activists: Herero chief Hosea Kutako- after whom the airport is named, Hendrik Samuel Witbooi and the Reverend Theophilus Hamutumbangela.

The Namibian Parliament.

The Namibian Parliament.

Hosea Kutako.

Hosea Kutako.

Hendrik Samuel Witbooi.

Hendrik Samuel Witbooi.

The Reverend Theophilus Hamutumbangela.

The Reverend Theophilus Hamutumbangela.

Cricket Match.

Cricket Match.

After visiting the parliament gardens, we went home via the craft market just to cool down a bit before setting out for more sightseeing. There were some lovely things in the craft market, but I saved my shopping for later as I did not want to carry everything with me to Swakopmund.

Craft Market.

Craft Market.

After a bit of a rest and a cool down in the hotel room, we headed off to Post Street Mall to see the Gibeon Meteorites. There are thirty meteorite pieces mounted on steel columns in Post Street Mall. These are millions of years old and were found in southern Namibia. On the way to the mall we passed several old German buildings.

Gibeon Meteorites.

Gibeon Meteorites.

After leaving Post Street, we passed the Roman Catholic Cathedral. This lovely building with its twin towers is known as St Mary's Cathedral. It was consecrated on the 24th of April 1932 and became a national monument on the 15th of June 1983.

St Mary's Cathedral.

St Mary's Cathedral.

Next we walked to Windhoek's historic railway station. This was built in 1912 by Deutsche Staatsbahn to create a rail link between Windhoek and Swakopmund. The station houses a Railway Museum, but this was closed when we visited. There are lots of railway engines around the station.

Windhoek Station.

Windhoek Station.

Steam engine outside station.

Steam engine outside station.

Peter with railway vehicles.

Peter with railway vehicles.

And more railway vehicles.

And more railway vehicles.

Near the station stands the Owambo Campaign Memorial which commemorates the 1917 fight against the Owambo chief Mandume. He committed suicide in order not to be captured by the German army.

Owambo Campaign Memorial.

Owambo Campaign Memorial.

On the way back home, we passed the Kudu Statue. A kudu is a kind of deer and this statue was sculpted by Professor Fritz Behn of Munich who had come on a visit to Namibia. It was unveiled in 1960. We also passed the National Museum of Art which had some interesting sculptures outside it.

Kudu Statue.

Kudu Statue.

Outside the National Museum of Art.

Outside the National Museum of Art.

Outside the National Museum of Art.

Outside the National Museum of Art.

Then it was back to the hotel for a swim and a much better dinner than the previous night as we ordered a la carte.

Sunset over our pool.

Sunset over our pool.

A hotter dinner.

A hotter dinner.

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Across the Desert.

Getting to Swakopmund.

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Next day we had booked a Carlo's Shuttle to take us from Windhoek all the way to Swakopmund. We were very happy with this service as it would pick us up from our hotel and drop us right at our next hotel, so no messing around with luggage for us. Our pick up was scheduled for around one in the afternoon, so we still had a morning to enjoy Windhoek and sort out our hotel bill!!!

After breakfast, we walked to the nearby Namibian Craft Centre which has been in existence since 1990 and occupies the site of Windhoek's old brewery. As well as having a wide variety of different Namibian handicrafts this complex also has a cafe and a bar called Chopsi's.

At the Namibian Craft Centre.

At the Namibian Craft Centre.

Tall giraffes at the centre.

Tall giraffes at the centre.

Shy Giraffes at the centre.

Shy Giraffes at the centre.

Chopsi's Bar.

Chopsi's Bar.

Namibian Craft Centre.

Namibian Craft Centre.

After visiting the craft centre, we returned to the hotel for our last swim before check out. Of course when we did check out, the bill was way too much and the meals that should have been included were added on as extras. After a rather unpleasant fight, we eventually got things sorted out, but it was not the happiest way to depart and spoiled what was otherwise a very comfortable and happy stay. This is a hotel that needs to sort itself out. Our shuttle arrived on time and took us to a central bus station where we boarded a second shuttle for Swakopmund.

Bye bye Hilton, Windhoek.

Bye bye Hilton, Windhoek.

The journey to Swakopmund takes around four or five hours. We travelled along the Trans-Kalahari Highway which apparently runs all the way from Walvis Bay in Namibia to Johannesburg and Pretoria in South Africa. The scenery at first was quite green with distant rolling hills. I saw several herds of domesticated cattle and goats. There were also some buffalo with long, curving horns. I also saw some wild deer and ostriches. One of the things that fascinated me was the huge termite mounds that lined the sides of the road - some of them were incredibly high.

On this journey we passed through the town of Okahandja and were fortunate enough on our return journey to pass by its huge craft market. We stopped on the edge of the town of Usakos. Across from the service station area a football match was in full swing. Near the service area I admired a lovely garden filled with strange spiky plants.

Football match on the edge of Usakos.

Football match on the edge of Usakos.

House and garden, Usakos.

House and garden, Usakos.

After leaving Usakos the scenery became much drier as we entered the Namib Desert. The ground sparkled in the bright sunlight due to the many pieces of quartz and other stones that covered the it. In the distance we could see the outline of the Spitzkoppe. A mountain range that literally translates from the German as 'pointed dome' and rises dramatically from the flat, parched surroundings of the Namib Desert. These granite peaks are more than 120 million years old and rise to 5,853 feet above sea level. They are famous for interesting rock formations and examples of bushmen artwork painted onto their rocks.

Passing Spitzkoppe.

Passing Spitzkoppe.

Passing Spitzkoppe.

Passing Spitzkoppe.

As we neared Swakopmund we passed some uranium mines. The Namib Desert is rich in uranium and Namibia was once the fourth largest uranium producer in the world. Production has declined in recent times as nuclear power has fallen in popularity since the Fukihima Daiichi Disaster in Japan in 2011.

Uranium mine near Swakopmund.

Uranium mine near Swakopmund.

One of the things I liked about Carlo's Shuttles was it drops everyone where they want to go, so we had a tour around the suburbs of Swakopmund on our way in. Quite interesting as we would have no reason to go here normally, but I like to see real places where people actually live. Eventually we arrived at our hotel the AHA Beach Hotel near the seafront in Swakopmund. The receptionist here was so friendly and helpful; it was completely different to checking in in Windhoek. We were given a lovely room with a balcony. We deposited our stuff, then headed to the hotel roof with its small pool and spectacular views over the seafront. The sun was just starting to go down and we watched it for a while before heading down a floor and enjoying sun-downers in the little hotel bar. Later we ate a delicious meal in the hotel restaurant. My husband had wiener schnitzel and I had pork medallions in a Dijon mustard sauce. The restaurant is called Anchor Point as it stands on a site that was once occupied by a huge German radio transmitter. The anchor points secured the guy ropes that held the eighty-six metre high radio mast in place. This transmitter enabled the Germans to stay in radio contact with Berlin during the First World War. When Union troops entered South West Africa near the end of the war, the Germans destroyed the transmitter to prevent it falling into enemy hands.

Our room.

Our room.

View from our balcony with an anchor point on the right.

View from our balcony with an anchor point on the right.

View from our roof towards Swakopmund Pier.

View from our roof towards Swakopmund Pier.

Me by our roof top pool.

Me by our roof top pool.

View over Tiger Reef campsite and restaurant. The structure in the water used to be a rail line.

View over Tiger Reef campsite and restaurant. The structure in the water used to be a rail line.

Sunset over the Atlantic Ocean.

Sunset over the Atlantic Ocean.

Looking towards an anchor point.

Looking towards an anchor point.

Sun-downers in the bar.

Sun-downers in the bar.

Sundown.

Sundown.

A delicious dinner in the Anchor Point Restaurant.

A delicious dinner in the Anchor Point Restaurant.

Posted by irenevt 19:35 Archived in Namibia Tagged desert namibia windhoek swakopmund Comments (4)

The Ups and Downs of Namibia

A Day Trip to Sandwich Harbour

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We had a lovely hotel in Swakopmund and it did a very good breakfast, however, because we were always in a rush to get ready for our tour, we never really got a chance to fully appreciate it - that all changed on our Sandwich Harbour tour day. Finally, we had a tour that left later and a morning to ourselves, so we ate a leisurely breakfast then went for a swim. Well, I say swim, but the hotel pool was more of a place to cool down rather than a place to swim, nonetheless it took a very good photo.

My husband took this free time as a challenge to get on with his big six and he began with a Tanzanian Kilimanjaro beer - the perfect poolside beer and indeed the perfect in-pool beer, too.

Peter with his Kilimajaro by the pool ....

Peter with his Kilimajaro by the pool ....

and in the pool.

and in the pool.

Around midday we were collected from our hotel and driven back to Walvis Bay where we changed vehicle, collected more passengers then headed out on our tour. We began on the Walvis Bay salt pans; our guide joked that all the world's snow is actually made in Namibia then exported to the North Pole etc. From our photos you can see why he said this.

Salt Production in Walvis Bay.

Salt Production in Walvis Bay.

Salt factory.

Salt factory.

Our driver drove us straight up a tall sand dune so we could get a good view over the salt pans. It is a surreal sight with salt encrusted stretches of sand and pink tinged pools of water stretching all around. Salt pans, are shallow artificial ponds created to extract salt from sea water. The seawater evaporates naturally from the ponds, leaving the salt behind for harvest. High algae concentrations affect the colour of these ponds. In the case of Walvis Bay, the pond water turns pink. The algae here is devoured by water-birds; in Walvis Bay the algae attracts large flocks of flamingos. These tend to be of two main kinds: the greater and the lesser. The greater flamingo is taller and lighter in colour; the lesser flamigo is smaller but more brightly coloured.

Salt pans and pink water.

Salt pans and pink water.

Peter in his surreal world.

Peter in his surreal world.

Flamingos.

Flamingos.

Flamingos.

Flamingos.

It takes an experienced driver to get to Sandwich Harbour. First, you must drive along a very long stretch of beach with the waves creeping ever closer to you. Then if the tide is so far in that the beach is impassable, or if you are just secretly a sensation seeker, you must drive up and down and up and down and up and down even more over the sand dunes. We experienced both of these scenarios: the beach on the way there; the dunes on the return journey.

Driving the beach.

Driving the beach.

When South Africa was forced to grant independence to Namibia in 1990, it retained control of Walvis Bay and there was a border region around this area. Our drive along the beach took us right to the former border line. Our driver told us that he was brought up in Windhoek and used to play for the rugby team there. Once when they had a match in Walvis Bay, the border officials put the whole team in prison overnight on a trumped up charge of not having the correct entry documentation. They then released them one hour before the game. The whole procedure was to mess with their heads and render them unable to play rugby.

Peter at the old border.

Peter at the old border.

Later in the desert one of our guides uncovered a Namib sand gecko. This is a species of small lizard that inhabits the dry areas of Angola and Namibia. It has very large eyes and only comes out at night. Its skin helps it stay camouflaged among the desert sand. It is translucent, and some of its internal organs can be seen through its skin. This gecko has webbed toes, to help it burrow easily in the sand. After we had all had a look at it, the guide placed it on the desert floor and it dug its way rapidly back under the sand.

A Namib sand gecko.

A Namib sand gecko.

Sandwich Harbour was once a small port which made its living through whaling and fishing. The buildings of Sandwich Harbour have long since fallen into ruins and are covered over by the desert sands. Only some of their rooftops are still visible.

The former port of Sandwich Harbour buried under the sand.

The former port of Sandwich Harbour buried under the sand.

The former port of Sandwich Harbour buried under the sand.

The former port of Sandwich Harbour buried under the sand.

There is a lagoon next to the sea in sandwich harbour. I climbed up a tall dune to get a view over it. The climb was torture. I made it about half way up and my legs felt so sore that I thought they were going to seize up. A group of French tourists who had climbed up before me were coming down and passed me saying: 'Don't give up. You can do it. Almost there." so I pushed myself on. After a while, I could no longer even stand up as I kept slipping back down the dune. Then I realised I had lost my hat and had to go back for it, then crawl back up once again. When I was nearly at the top, a French lady who was at the top called down that she would wait for me if I wanted my photo taken. I said: 'Great, thanks.' then began to slip back down. I crawled back up. I slipped back down. This continued for some time. Eventually, I did actually make it and posed for my photo with my heart pumping so fast I thought I was about to die. The French lady, who had waited for me, took off and ran, and I mean ran, up another dune nearby. I was left alone with a rather spectacular view. Then I started to try and go down. All the way up I had looked for hard firm sand I would not slide back down on and struggled most on the loose sand that fell downwards as soon as I stepped on it. Going down was the opposite. On the hard sand, I went down so fast I lost all control over my legs, but on the loose sand I could throw myself over and make my way down more slowly. The French lady who had taken my photo came tearing down at speed after me, calling to me: 'Come on let's go.' but I could only get down slowly. The funny thing was that when I reached the bottom, Peter whose eyesight is getting very poor praised me for looking so athletic on my descent. 'That was not me. That was that French lady over there', I said, but he would not believe me. It was lunch time and one of the guides came over and gave me a glass of wine. I felt I had truly earned it.

The dune I climbed.

The dune I climbed.

Half way - don't give up.

Half way - don't give up.

View over the lagoon from halfway up.

View over the lagoon from halfway up.

I made it!!!

I made it!!!

I really did.

I really did.

View from the top lagoon side.

View from the top lagoon side.

View from the top desert side.

View from the top desert side.

That athletic French woman runs up another one.

That athletic French woman runs up another one.

Safely back at the bottom I had wine and sandwiches and chicken wings and it was all lovely - except everything tasted like sand. I had sand in my hair; sand in my eyes; sand in my ears and sand up my nose!!!

A well earned wine!!!

A well earned wine!!!

After lunch it was back in the car and we drove to the top of a dune, then steeply straight back down; then up and down and up and down. I have heard of this. I think it is called wadi bashing. I have never had the slightest desire to do it, but actually it was not so bad and we stopped now and again to look at the views.

On top of the world.

On top of the world.

I believe I can fly.

I believe I can fly.

Enjoying the dunes.

Enjoying the dunes.

Steady on his feet.

Steady on his feet.

Desert living.

Desert living.

On the drive back we saw a plant called nara melon which thrives in the dry desert conditions and is eaten by some desert animals. We had been told we may see some wildlife such as jackals, hyena or deer, instead we saw, you guessed it ..... seals. Might even have been Nicholas again. Who knows???

Nara melon.

Nara melon.

Nara melon.

Nara melon.

Seals, seals and more seals.

Seals, seals and more seals.

Our tour providers.

Our tour providers.

Back home Peter had another go at the big six with a Maluti from Lesotho and a Castle from South Africa.

A Maluti from Lesotho.

A Maluti from Lesotho.

A Castle from South Africa.

A Castle from South Africa.

Then that night back in Swakopmund we ate dinner in The Tug Restaurant, located at the beginning of Swakopmund's pier. This restaurant is built around a tug boat called Danie Hugo which was constructed back in my home town in Port Glasgow, Scotland in 1959. It was owned by The Republic of South Africa Railways and Harbours Administration, Cape Town and after several years of service was broken up at Walvis Bay in 1985 before being converted into a restaurant in 1993. We had a very pleasant and enjoyable meal here.

The Tug.

The Tug.

The Tug.

The Tug.

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