After the lovely breakfast Rob and I headed for Windhoek - all excited about the trip ahead. Rob was driving and I was happy with this as I could take photos along the way.
It really was amazing to see the closer we got to Windhoek, the more green the vegetation was. The river beds were still dry but the vegetation looked very lush. I was also fascinated by the clouds - the sky was as beautiful as the land.
Dry River Bed |
We arrived at Monteiro at about 4.30 pm and set up camp. This was the first time that I have camped with Rob on my own but before we knew it we were organised. We looked around the camp site and decided on a site close to the top of the hill because it looked like there were thunder clouds building up, and I thought if we camped to far down, that the rain could come through our campsite, and that to get the Kombi up the hill in the morning might be trouble.
We settled for two minute noodles for supper and played a few games of cards while watching the sky turn beautiful shades of blue. It was such a peaceful evening, apart from the odd flash of lightning and rumbles of thunder, and a few drops of rain.
Anyway we got into the tent, zipped ourselves up nice and safely and chatted about all sorts of things while listening to the sounds of nature all around us. We we really enjoying our little adventure and snuggled up and drifted off to sleep.
We were woken by the biggest biggest BIGGEST storm I have ever experienced. Coming from the coast, we don't really experience to many thunderstorms, so this was new to us. The storm was so close to us, that the thunder and lightning was simultaneous. It didn't let up at all. Robyn ended up chatting to to friends and Shannon in London about the thunderstorm and the adventure we were on.
I felt safe, and kept on saying to Rob that we never saw any burnt trees around and everything was normal when we got there, so just to go back to sleep and be grateful that we are under a lean-to and safe in our tent. She didn't buy into this idea. She was petrified to say the least!
Needless to say, we came out just fine and survived the storm! We had been snug as a bug in a rug!
The ground was very wet and slippery as a result of the high rainfall during the night. I was very glad we hadn't camped at the bottom camp site as I was sure we would have been stuck down there!
We packed up the camp site bright and early and were on our road to the airport to fetch my husband who was flying in from Brazil.
Road into Windhoek |
First view of Windhoek |
I was so relieved when my husband walked through the arrival doors! Robyn and I had driven 1600 kms, crossed the border, stayed in great accommodation and camped under trying circumstances, had been lost in Windhoek, but we had done it! Then there were 3!
Budds was exhausted after having been travelling for ages, and wasn't up to camping but we took him to see Monteiro just in case he was 'up' to it, but we decided to stay at a Hotel in Windhoek instead.
The chap we had met in Keetmanshoop had suggested Hotel Safari, so we booked in there.
We got a double room with en-suite bathroom. Unfortunately the service was a bit disappointing there. The room was not ready when we got there and only after three or four phone calls did they come and clean the room - more than half and hour later - and only after we complained to the Public Relations lady. I was surprised in that it is such a big hotel, that they would have been in a position to move us to a clean room, and not have to sit around waiting for them to clean up behind the previous people. When we complained again in the morning, they just shrugged their shoulders and billed us in full.
It was a very pretty hotel - and would have been a more pleasant stay if they had just moved us into a clean room.
It was also also the most expensive place we stayed at throughout our holiday.
Our accommodation on the second floor |
I was amazed at how big the city of Windhoek was. We had not seen a big town since we left Cape Town. I was pleasantly surprised. Funny also that most of Namibia reminded me of South Africa - in that so many people spoke Afrikaans! Definitely not a dying language! I would almost say there were more Afrikaans speaking people than English speaking people.
Next section of the journey - the road to Swakopmund.