It is with a very heavy heart that I have to tell you that Colonel K, our trusty Leyland Daf overland truck, has been sold.
I like to think that he has got a new custodian rather than a new owner, but either way very soon Colonel K will no longer be our responsibility, and whilst I know that his new master has great plans for him, there were very mixed emotions after agreeing the sale.
As you will know we have had a fantastic 3 years in Colonel K in Africa, and it proved a perfect way to travel the “dark continent”. Since we got back to the UK earlier this year, we have had an amazing 5 week trip to north west Scotland, doing approx 2,000 completely smooth running, trouble free miles. This was a terrific last experience in Colonel K.
So is this the end of our travels?? Ha ha…….. Absolutely not!!!
We now have a much much smaller vehicle based of a 4 wheel drive Mercedes Sprinter (chassis cab, not van based), and we have plans…..
Thanks so much to the 49,750 people that have viewed this blog (so far), and I hope that you might have been slightly entertained and more importantly been inspired to just get up and bugger off on a trip of a lifetime.
To be Continued (soon)………
We’ve taken the tough decision to sell our trusty Overland Truck, Colonel K.
Here is a link to the advert on ebay
We are after £38,000, or €43,000 for the truck and the mountain of spares and accessories.
Below is an honest description of the truck right now.
For sale is our professionally built overland truck, this has been well proven and we lived in it exclusively during our 3 year trip to Africa (details can be seen of this trip on our blog http://www.lorrywaydown.com. ). It is designed and built to be very self sufficient for long periods of time, we have camped “off the grid” for 2 to 3 weeks many times during our ownership.
Please note the truck is Left Hand Drive and has a Gross maximum weight of 10,800kgs, so in its current state cannot be driven on a standard car license. It is registered with the DVLA as a Motor Caravan and the road tax is £165 per year. As its a Motor Caravan it gets MOT’ed annually as a “normal vehicle” and not as the more stringent HGV tests. It is currently MOT’ed until March 2019.
We got put on a weigh bridge in Namibia and with a full tank of water, fuel at about 75% full and completely fully loaded for a 3 year trip we weighed 9,200kg.
We currently have Bridgestone tires on the front and Michelin tires on the rear, these are semi off road tyres and suit the truck very well doing a combination of road and off road use, all have got plenty of tread left.
The truck is in very good mechanical condition, but it does need a bit of a “freshen up” inside and out, especially the interior joinery, cupboards etc as these were slightly damaged by a water leak while in Uganda in the rainy season, but it is obviously water tight now.
The Leyland Daf T244 started life with the British Army and was manufactured in 1991, we bought it from the military disposal centre of Whithams in 2011. The truck was delivered to Overland Vehicles Ltd, based in Suffolk, England and from during the end of 2011 to beginning of 2012 Ed Perry constructed what we have today. We took delivery of our completed overlander in Spring 2012.
The living accommodation box is fitted to a full 4 point torsion free system, this separates the twisting forces of the chassis rails from the living box (very important on these large trucks as the chassis rails are designed to twist under off road conditions). This means that the accommodation box is fitted to a separate subframe/floor.
The construction that we specified with Overland Vehicles Ltd was steel box section and clad with aluminium externally, then rigid insulation between the steel members, and then a further layer of rigid insulation over the inside walls and roof/ceiling. The floor is also fully insulated.
The Leyland Daf is fitted with the ultra reliable Cummins 5.9L turbo diesel engine and 5 speed Spicer manual gearbox, it is permanent 4 wheel drive, and also comes with a high/low range gears via the lockable centre diff. This all works like a very big Landrover Defender, but in a much more robust and stronger package.
The vehicle is very very low mileage, despite us using it on a three trip to Africa, with a total mileage of less than 80,000 miles (we purchased the truck with less than 2,000 miles on it). It has proved incredibly reliable and very capable off road, with only minor issues during our long trip. Due to the simple mechanics of the LD it is never a problem to get any issues easily sorted, even in the most remote of areas.
I have changed the engine oil and filters, at a maximum of 6,000 miles religiously and the engine uses barely 1 to 2 litres to op up between oil changes. Gearbox, transfer box and diff oils were last changed about 10,000 miles ago.
It has recently had both track rod ends replaced, drop link to steering replaced, fan belt tensioner replaced, brake shoes relined, UV joints to prop shafts replaced, plus ALL of the batteries replaced.
There is also a massive selection of spares with the truck, including alternator, clutch plate, water pump, injector, fan belt, hoses, complete new replacement burner unit for the Thermo 50, filters, headlamp unit, spare driving lamp, spare bulbs, spare made up cables for rear hoist, throttle cable, rad cap, thermostat, fan belt tensioner, 2no replacement hub nuts (very hard to get hold of), spare wheel nuts, spare 24v to 12v dropper, spare mirror lens, 12 tonne bottle jack and blocks, two truck specific wheel chocks, Michelin inner tubes, wipers, syphon kit fro transferring full, throttle return spring, heavy duty 240v battery charger, gas rams for roof lights, etc, etc, etc.
I also have all of the original instructions for all of the fitted equipment such as inverter, charger, air con unit, TV, music systems, diesel hob etc.
There is a full paper copy of the parts manual showing diagrams and every part number for the whole truck, plus a user manual (instruction on how every thing works, and a full maintenance manual, showing oil capacities, greasing points etc etc.
So, now a bit more detail on the truck itself.
The living accommodation box is approx 5.0m x 2.5m externally, and has full headroom inside.
It is fitted with a 300 litre diesel tank (this has always proved to be more than enough even in rural west africa).
It is fitted with a 300 litre fully baffled PVC water tank, with water pumped by a 30psi 24v water pump (replaced with a new one 12 months ago). The water tank and pump are located under the bed in a fully insulated and heated position. There is a large bore drainage pipe with a stopcock for rapid draining of the water tank that discharges under the rear of the truck.
It is fitted with a 150 litre grey water tank, this is semi insulated and accessed and drained from outside.
The gas locker contains 2no 6kg propane bottles (both full), as the only use for gas is cooking these usually last for many months.
There are 4no 110ah leisure batteries wired as 24volts this gives 220ah at 24volts (replaced in 2017). When constructed we had it built with 8no 110ah batteries, we felt this was too many and so reduced this to 4 batteries, however the space and wiring is still in place should you wish to go back to a huge bank of 8 batteries.
Charging of the leisure batteries is taken care of my the excellent and reliable Sterling Power Products Alternator to battery charger, and Pro Combi S Pure Sinewave Inverter Charger. Of course there is 240v mains hook up with trip fuses, and a large fixed solar panel on the roof which I think is 180w and wired through a Steca Solarix MPPT solar charger controller. All the Sterling equipment is controlled remotely from switches in the kitchen.
There is also a Honda 3.0is petrol generator fitted on a heavy duty slide out in an external locker, this charges the batteries very fast, and allows the you to live truly off the radar. This generator operates very quietly, and has been hardly used, (less than 50 hours), this alone cost over £3,000.
Hot water is provider via a large calorfier which is heated via the engine cooling system (as soon as the engine reaches full temperature, you have very hot water for use), or via the Webasto Thermo 50 Diesel Water Heater, you never want for hot water in this truck. In practice the Webasto is rarely used as the engine cooling heater is so efficient and the water remains hot for a couple of days in the insulated calorfier.
Heating is via hot air outlets.
Specification room by room
4 burner Gas Thetford Minigrill MK111, with built in grill underneath and glass lid.
Webasto X100 diesel hob, with Schott Ceran ceramic hob top, fully adjustable and with altitude control. This is another high spec item (well over £1,000) that enables a truly go anywhere attitude. This has had very little use as its a back up for when gas is not available. It also makes a fantastic method of heating the living accommodation.
Large stainless steel sink with built in drainer, foldable mixer tap and glass lid.
Nature Pure water filtration system with dedicated tap, never buy bottled water again!!! This system removes everything and was a massive plus in Africa, we literally never had to buy bottled water.
All of the above is set in a 2,200mm worktop made from a heavy duty resin material in a “speckled white” finish.
Waeco built in front opening CR-110 Compressor fridge, complete with built in ice box/freezer.
3no large under worktop storage units, and 4no overhead storage units (one of these contains the main electric controls, including amp counter, voltage display, inverter switch, all 12v, and 24v fuses, plus 240v sockets). Down lighters built into under side of overhead units.
Bathroom and WC, separated by door from rest of unit.
Large “full size” shower with curtain and adjustable mixer control, this is a fantastic shower that has a high flow of hot water.
Thetford toilet with cassette accessed from outside locker door. This is fitted with a 12v SOG extractor unit, as such we have never needed to use chemicals in the cassette, and there is no issues from smells.
Sink built into a large vanity unit, with mixer tap, top is same material as kitchen worktop, mirror fitted above.
Large seating area for 4-6 people around table. 1200mm x 750mm table in same material as kitchen worktop, all of this easily and quickly converts into a 2nd double bed.
Full height large wardrobe with shelves, double doors.
19″ Dyon TV with built in DVD player, (inc remote control), built into a high level shelving unit, please note there is no ariel for TV, we only used it a few times to watch DVD’s.
Sony DSX-S100 Digital Media Player, this is a 12v car unit fitted under the shelf unit, and can play music from iPods, USB sticks etc, this is not wired to an external ariel, 2no Pioneer speakers.
Large opening panel above the table in outside wall, top hung and fitted with gas rams and pull handles, fitted in this is a normal window.
Cut through to cab.
24v fan fitted at high level.
2no double 240v sockets and a 12v “cigarette type” outlet for charging accessories.
Dometic B2600 air conditioning unit fitted into roof/ceiling, inc remote control, this has been hardly used, and does require a good 240v hookup for it to work efficiently.
Large opening roof light over table area.
12no individually switched low amp downlighters set into ceiling.
2no large storage areas under seating, some also accessed via outside locker door, there is also a hidden area under a false floor here that contains a lockable safe.
Water tank level gauge, heating and hot water controller, and timer.
Full size double bed, 1400mm x 2000mm, this remains made up and no need to pack away, we also have in position a very high quality Vispring mattress, this is 100% natural materials and very breathable, a huge bonus in hot climates, its also very comfortable.
1no window, a large roof light above the bed, and a 24v fan. Smoke alarm and carbon monoxide alarm.
3no large overhead lockers, down lighters and steps to access the bed.
There is a recovery winch fitted on the front and rear of the truck, each of these are the excellent 24v Warrior EWX 17,500Ibs units, these have a maximum pulling power of 8.0 tonnes, and they have proved their worth in Africa, and have remote control cables for ease of use.
There are tow points on front and rear with large heavy duty shackles, and a heavy duty snatch block.
There is a large wind out awning fitted to the side (there is some damage to this as the hinged arms are no longer fitted but it is still very usable, it just needs guy ropes to peg it out).
Hammock fitting point (yup you read that right), we have actually used this a lot.
Easy access fold away steps, very easy and light to use and a safe way to enter the living space, they literally just pull out and roll down.
Rear rack operated by top mounted electric winch, this was originally built to carry two smaller motorbikes, then we carried one larger bike (a KTM 990 Adventure), then we adapted the base to take the spare wheel, and two mountain bikes, this is how we set off for Africa. During our trip (in Namibia) we sent our mountain bikes home and then cut off the protruding base beyond the spare wheel. This would be very easy to made a new base if the buyer requires to carry a motor bike again.
External shower point for hot/cold shower with handset.
Battery isolator switch for starter batteries, these were replaced in 2017.
Stainless steel large (50mm diameter) protection rails to front and roof of accommodation box, stainless steel protection “cage” over air conditioning unit on roof, stainless steel protection up the corners of the cab, and forming the roof rack over cab. There is a stainless steel ladder on the side of the cab to access the roof rack and roof from the wheel arch. Whilst these are heavy they have proved invaluable in protecting the truck.
Large aluminium purpose built lockable storage box on cab roof.
2no double jerry can holders on cab roof carrying an additional 80 litres of fuel if needed. Please note these jerry cans have never been used and though the holders are in excellent condition, the actual jerry cans are a bit rusty.
There are four high power driving lamps on the roof of the cab, these are a real bonus when driving at night as the standard Leyland Daf headlamps are quite poor.
The cab is a large design with a big area behind the seats, and have seen these converted to carry 4 people.
Fitted are two mechanically sprung KAB 411 seats which are weight adjustable, fitted with head restraints, and foldable arm rests, these are very comfortable for covering long distances.
The cab has been fitted with sound proofing from the engine underneath.
Engel top opening compressor fridge is fitted behind the drivers seat, there is a large area behind the passenger seat for storage boxes etc.
Large lockable purpose built metal storage box fitted between the seats this also contains a Sony DSX-S100 Digital Media Player, this is a 12v car unit, and can play music from iPods, USB sticks etc, this is wired to an external ariel mounted on the cab roof, 2no Pioneer speakers are recessed into the storage box. There are two 12v charging points also inside the box. A purpose built metal tray is fitted in front of this to put, bits and bobs in.
Two 24v fans fitted to the dash board and a12v charging point is fitted into the dash for the Sat Nav.
Gun hatch/sun roof is fitted into the cab roof, and there is a cut through into the living accommodation, we have never used this.
Fitted is a Autowatch 457RLI remote controlled alarm/immobiliser, and Autowatch tracker system, I have all the papers for these items.
There is a high level intake snorkel kit fitted.
Ok now the bad points.
The speedo has packed up, and I think it needs a new sender unit (gearbox mounted), this packed up in Senegal and we recorded the rest of the truck on our trusty Garmin. The speedo is currently showing just over 12,000 miles, and that is what is shown on the MOT that was done in March 2018.
As mentioned above there was some water ingress while we were in Uganda and we couldn’t get this repaired properly until we got to South Africa, here everything was stripped off the roof including solar panel, air-con unit, roof lights etc and completely resealed before refitting. It has obviously not leaked since but some slight damage was caused to the units in the kitchen, they aren’t too bad but I need to point this out.
There is a reversing camera fitted but please note this is currently not working, it may be a wiring issue or may need a new camera unit on rear.
There are a few spots of rust on the wheel arches (the Daf’s are known for this).
There are a few bumps, scrapes and dents in the external aluminium of the living accommodation.
The cab is a little tatty now, with the sound proofing lifting in places, and a tiny solder burn in the drivers seat, but really its not too bad, it was built in 1991 !!
It still has our http://www.lorrywaydown.com stickers on (should be easy to remove I’m told by the guy that fitted them), and of course our prized African stickers on the passenger side.
But on the whole this is one hell of a high spec overland truck, that has proven simple, reliable workings, the price reflects that I don’t have the time to spend getting it back to “showroom” condition. It really is ready to go, to either live in full time, or as an expedition vehicle for that epic overland adventure, trucks like this with this high specification rarely come up at this price, but we have decided to get a much smaller vehicle for our next travels.
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Thanks for following us on this part of our travels, but please note it continues………
Vince & Jac’s
Its been a blast…….. so far……..
Christmas and New Year is a difficult time to be camping in South Africa, because as we are in the southern hemisphere it is their summer and so for about four weeks everyone goes camping crazy. We found this out the hard way in 2015, the first time we spent christmas over here.
Jac had really wanted to revisit DeHoop Nature Reserve on the Cape Overberg peninsular, a couple of hundred kilometres east of Capetown, but we were told by the company that manages it, that the campsite here was closed with no date to re-open. So we bit the bullet and booked into one of their “Camping Rondavels”, this was literally a round building with a bed and a sink in it and not much else. There are 5 of these here and all have to share toilet and shower facilities (two of each and all completely outside with no roofs). The cost of one of these was £75.00 per night. This was obviously a lot more than we usually pay for camping, but camping prices are increased over the holiday period so we would have been paying £40 to £50 anyway (especially on this southern coast). Try getting accommodation over the xmas period in the UK for £75 per night!
The big plus for us was the fact that they put us in the 1st room (called Black Harrier) and this meant that we didn’t have to park the truck in the small carpark. We managed to squeeze it in down the side and right next to our outdoor seating area. It was so close that we tied our washing line from the truck to the Rondavel. In actual fact the room was great, and of course we are used to shared ablutions with camping.
The seating area outside our “luxurious pad” overlooked the lake and it really is a bird spotters paradise, it is teaming with all sorts of birdlife, and the sunsets here were, as always in Africa stunning.
DeHoop really is a great place for a holiday break, they have a massive assortment of accommodation, from our most basic room to luxury family units in huge old colonial buildings.
There are two outdoor swimming pools (one that is adults only in the spa area), a bar and restaurant, limited game driving, and access to a stunning beach (though this is a 15km drive on gravel roads from the main area). We stayed in our Rondavel for 8 nights and loved our time here.
For many people including us, the main attraction is the access to the stunning coastline, the blue waters of the Indian Ocean, are beautiful and at the right time of the year this is the number one spot for land-based whale watching in South Africa. Alas it was not the right time and subsequently we didn’t see any whales, but we did take Father Christmas with us……
The other thing that we like about DeHoop is the hiking trails, both in the coastal area and also into the Fynbos (scrubby arid terrain) around the lake. I sometimes think that we worry about snakes too much on our walking trips in Africa (meeting a Black Mamba in the hills near Windhoek, Namibia didn’t help, oh and nearly treading on a snake in the Ghana coastal rain forest…..), we know they are about, you just don’t see them.
At DeHoop we heard of a few encounters with snakes while we were there, a Puff Adder in the middle of a walking trail, the restaurant manager showing us a photo he had just taken of a Boomslang in the staff rest area, and incredibly (and much to my annoyance) the “adult only pool” had children in it due to a Cape Cobra refusing to leave the side of the “family pool”. But when out walking we try to do heavy foot falls to create vibrations and scare our reptilian friends off before we get to them (this method doesn’t work with Puff Adders though they just stay very still, and bite if stepped upon). This does work…….99% of the time.
One morning we had been out in the Fynbos for just over an hour, on a trail that we hadn’t been on before, when we came out into a small clearing by the lake side, about a metre from where we came out of the bush was a massive Cape Cobra! The stunning but deadly ‘coppery yellow’ 5 foot snake thankfully took one look at us two and decided to go the opposite way, very very quickly…. wow that was just a little bit too close for comfort! After briefly discussing the current state of our underwear, and giving the bush that it had disappeared into a wide berth we decided to carry on. After another 15 minutes I could see that Jac was still a little shaken up by the experience and so we decided to head back to the restaurant for a calming cappuccino . A quick google search confirmed that it was definitely a Cape Cobra and indeed one bite had enough venom to kill up to six adult humans mmmmm gets yer thinking eh.
The photo below was not taken by me, if I tried that, Jac would have killed me even if the cobra didn’t!!!
We had dinner in the restaurant a couple of times in DeHoop including a stunning meal on Christmas Eve, and for once eating out on this trip lived up to expectations, staff here were very friendly and we even talked them in to letting us camp here for two nights after our 8 days in the room (£18.00 a night, thats more like it).
But after a total of 10 nights here it was time to move on to the second part of our pre-booked Christmas and New Year at Bontebok National Park.
Bontebok NP is very close to the “historic” town of Swellendam, and before we made our way to the campsite we first had to try to get two new 12v starter batteries. The ones on board Colonel K were simply not holding their charge as fitted nearly 7 years ago. As it was between christmas and new year almost everywhere was closed, and the batteries have to be the exact same size or they won’t fit in the battery box, eventually we found a place that was open and sure enough he had two in stock, nice one!
Despite the campsite being full we had a real stroke of luck and managed to get Colonel K parked in a fairly large and secluded spot, especially important as we were expecting our German friends Tim, Sarah and little Lady Elizabeth to join us here for a few nights.
First things first though, as it was new years eve we had to put up the Union Jack Bunting on Colonel K, this still didn’t stop the South Africans asking where we were from though.
Bontebok NP really isn’t a place that you go to for game drives, its a very small National Park and was set up with the sole purpose of protecting the tiny numbers of Bontebok. Incredibly at one point only 17 Bontebok remained in the wild, but now thanks partly to the park here, the numbers have recovered dramatically, indeed we saw many while out walking in Dehoop.
But its a nice campsite with a great river to cool down and swim in and there are also quite a few hiking trails.
“Ze Germans” joined us after a couple of days and squeezed onto our campsite , and we had a fantastic New Years Eve celebrating with them.
Of course “Lady Elizabeth” was as cute as ever and really is starting to perfect her ” royal wave” to her subjects! One day Tim and I took Elizabeth to the local spar supermarket in Swellendam, boy did she attract some attention, and she seemed to absolutely lap up the attention, especially from the ladies. Though what they thought of Me and Tim, and no women mmmmm…… not too sure about that.
Elizabeth did however have her reservations about our numerous camp visitors, that soon learnt that where she sat, it meant food.
The River Breede was very welcome especially during the heat of the afternoon, and we found a use for one of the many inner tubes that we brought to Africa (obviously expecting many punctures), these big tubes make great flotation devices, oh and Tim had a tiny football. Boy did we have sunburnt heads one day…..
After Bontebok NP we headed for Ebb & Flow campsite in The Garden Route National Park, near the town of Wilderness and we are currently still here as I write this. This is another place that we have stayed before, and again a great place for walking and swimming in the river. Of course this is still a busy time and the campsite is full most nights with families on their holidays, mostly from Capetown (about 5-6 hours drive from here). The beaches however are incredibly quiet and empty and of course the sea is quite warm. We have walked a couple of times into Wilderness (about an hour and a quarter each way) along the mostly deserted beach paddling along in the surf.
And the hiking up into the hills from here is very nice, especially as most of it is through the indigenous forest and thus mostly in the shade.
But we are parked right on the river bank, so it couldn’t be easier to cool off.
Sadly our trip to Africa is coming to a close, and we now have a booking number for Colonel K to depart the Continent on a Roll on Roll off ship from Port Elizabeth. There are so many things that we are going to miss from our little trip, maybe our next post on lorrywaydown will be a final one.
Our next trip in the Daf is likely to be to the North West of Scotland……. very different! But there are lots of the world that we still want to see, and self drive camping is the only way to do it for us…….
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After leaving the stunning Kalagadi National Park, we headed due south to Upington where we stocked up on a few essentials, and then drove west to Augrabies Falls National Park. We had zero expectations of this place, as we knew we were visiting in the dry season, and so the falls were obviously going to be low. We had also heard that the campsite in the park was a bit crappy, but hey we had driven “past the park” twice before without visiting so thought “lets give it a go”.
Despite the Orange River indeed being low, we were pleasantly surprised at the flow through the narrow canyon, it was impressive.
The river flows all the way from the Drakensberg Mountains in the east of South Africa, and it really is the life blood of this part of the world.
We thought we were going to hate this place, but the camping area was largely empty, and really wasn’t as bad as we were led to believe. Maybe we will stay for a couple of days……… That was until we realised how much of a pain in the arse the Vervet Monkeys were going to be!!!!! To give you an example, we were sat outside the truck having lunch eating some fruit, I was peeling an orange and had an apple next to me on the table, when a large Vervet spotted the apple and started “his run”. In the time it took me to reach down for my catapult and stone, he had leapt onto the table snatched his prize and was gone, I didn’t even manage to get a shot off!! You had to be on your guard 100% of the time. Guess what? We only stayed one night.
After leaving Augrabies, we decided we needed a little culture, so we found a winery at Keimoes that allowed you to camp, a dangerous cocktail…..
It was a short walk through the vineyards from the camp area to the wine tasting room. Die Mas don’t only produce wine they also make Gin and Brandy, oh dear……
The wine from the Northern Cape perhaps doesn’t have such a good reputation than that the wines from the more southerly wineries have, such as Stellenbosch and Franschhoek, but these wines from Die Mas were indeed very good. We ended up having a fantastic afternoon/evening here tasting not only the wines but also the Gin and Brandy and although we were the only customers, our friendly host kept the tasting bar open a little longer that usual (binge drinking Brits?)
And in true Brit style we got a takeaway……..
From Keimoes, we had a long boring drive across the Northern Cape Karoo (arid semi desert area), and after a brief overnight stop in the small town of Springbok, we joined the N7 tarmac road that runs from Capetown to Namibia. The first campsite that we tried was not suitable, so promptly drove back out, but there are lots of camping options along this route so tried another just north of Clanwilliam, called Highlanders, this wasn’t on any of our usual “apps” that we use, so weren’t sure what to expect. It turned out to be yet another gem, that also produced its own wine….. here we go again.
This Southern region of the Cape is experiencing some severe drought conditions and you can see from the photo below the areas of vines that the wine producers have literally let die so that they can still water some of the remaining crop.
We ended up staying for a few days and really enjoyed our time here. They hold functions in the bar area, including one night the local athletics club, they weren’t consuming the levels of alcohol that we were lol.
We joined our “wine tasting experience” with an overland group, that had stopped here for their first night on a Capetown to Vic Falls tour, it was a strange group with a mix of Brazilians, Australians, and Swiss, oh and us (perhaps the strangest of all). Of course none of us knew bugger all about wine, but I think we all had a great time.
After a food shopping trip to Clanwilliam, we headed to the Cape Nature Park (sort of a Government off shoot of their National Parks agency) of Algeria, deep in the Cederberg Mountains. This really is a stunning place, and is known for its hiking trails, so we were looking forward to getting our walking boots out again and getting some lung busting exercise.
The issue here was the heat, it was unbelievably hot here and if you are going to go hiking in the mountains you have got to start early, by 10.00am the sun is starting to get dangerously hot, and by midday you just want to be hunkered down in the shade somewhere or cooling off in the river.
The most popular trail here is up to a waterfall, a climb of over 1,300ft (vertical), now if your reading this from the UK, I know that this isn’t a huge climb but it is steep, and the heat even first thing in the morning makes it seem like 3 times this amount. Once up there its a beautiful spot, and although there was barely a trickle of water cascading down the falls, it was lovely.
We did another hike that followed the river upstream then crossed the river and returned on the other bank. In some ways this was an even tougher walk as it was undulating constantly, and it was very over grown in places, which meant the constant looking out for snakes (especially Puff Adders that prefer to hide rather than move away from you). It was also very very hot the morning we did this walk, getting to 40c by 11.00am. On one such walk we found a “leopard cam”, like I’ve said before on lorrywaydown, in Africa you really never know whats around the corner.
But despite the heat we enjoyed our time here, until one day disaster struck…
The camp area at Algeria was virtually empty, and we managed to park in a lovely shady spot right at the far end of the campsite overlooking the walking trail that zig zagged up to the waterfall. This meant that we usually saw who set off up this climb and many people stopped on their way back down to have a chat with us. One day, late morning at about 11.30 a couple of people (father and daughter) set off in the intense heat up the hill, Jac and I both commented that not only was this a stupid time to set off but we also noticed that neither were wearing hats.
About 3 hours later, Jac spotted them coming back down the path and said to me that she thought the guy had sat down on a rock to rest, he then got up and promptly went back down. Strangely the daughter carried on for a bit before running back up. At this point we thought something wasn’t right and I grabbed the binoculars out of the truck (they were so far away up the hill all you could make out was their light clothing without the binoculars). Then I saw the guy fall and fall quite heavily and his daughter looked to be panicking, so I grabbed two water bottles out of the fridge, drank half a litre from the tap, grabbed two hats, some hydration sachets and ran off up the hill, leaving Jac to try to get help from the camp staff. It took me about 10 minutes to reach them (trying not to injure myself running on the very rocky and uneven route, the last thing they needed here was another incident), and just as I got closer to them, the woman was in a real panic, and the guy got up, staggered and fell from the path into the fynbos (scrubby bush), going down quite hard. At this point I shouted to Jac that he was in a seriously bad way and that he needed help.
I put one of my hats on him, tried to get some fluid in him, but he just spat it back out, at this point he was slightly delirious, and was not making sense to his daughter (they were German, and only she spoke English). I noticed that she had a small bag with her and asked what she had in there, she passed it to me, and found a towel and a large scarf and put them over him, pouring water on him to try to cool him down, all the time trying to reassure the daughter who was convinced that her dad was going to die. I’m not a doctor, but I did know a nurse, I was very pleased to see Jac appearing over the hill towards us. Jac had told a member of staff that someone was in trouble on the mountain, but wasn’t sure if they took it seriously, so I left Jac to attend the by now seriously ill guy and I ran back down the hill to ensure help was on its way (Jac is much better of being with the patient than me).
By the time I got back down (exhausted, and very hot but thankfully still in one piece), there was a group of staff with a Landcruiser and a doctor (who just happened to be camping), getting ready to drive as far up the mountain as possible, so I jumped in the back and explained the situation to the doctor. By the time we got back up there he was in a very bad way, and his poor daughter was distraught. He was unconsciousness and vomitting constantly. By the time the Landcruiser returned again with a stretcher (a piece of plywood with some holes cut into it), the guy was deteriorating badly. An ambulance was called and all that remained was to get him off the mountain side, both him and his daughter were very burnt from the sun, and they needed to get under cover.
They managed to get the Toyota incredibly close to us by shifting rocks etc and eventually he was loaded into the back and driven down to the air conditioned reception area. He was packed with ice in all the right places trying to reduce his body temperature,as it was assumed at this stage it was “heat stroke”. He remained unconscious all this time and we worked it out that it was almost 5 hours from when an ambulance was called for and when it arrived at Algeria. Maybe the NHS in Britain isn’t as bad as everyone thinks….(The drive from Clanwilliam to Algeria is about 40 minutes)
The next day we went to see the doctor and his wife (also a doctor) and they told us that although he was taken to Clanwilliam Hospital (a state run hospital) he was transferred to a private hospital in Capetown, we never did find out how this story ended, but hope it was a positive one. Heat stroke is a real risk here in Africa, and I do wonder if people on holiday (especially those from Europe) appreciate how fierce the sun can be even this far south of the Equator. At the very least it could ruin your holiday, at the worst you could experience what this poor couple went through…..( Hat, suncream & plenty of fluids!)
After Algeria we had a few days at one of our old favourites from 2015 (the first time Colonel K hit South Africa) the organic farm of Jamaka. Last time we were here it was christmas and new year and it was packed with people, this time it was so quiet, especially at the end that we parked, that we wondered if we were the only ones here! It was a very relaxing few days, with lots of swimming in the river, a bit of maintenance on the Daf, and generally chilling and absorbing the amazing backdrop.
From here we drove across to the coast (Atlantic Ocean) at Lamberts Bay, for one reason and one reason only! To visit the incredible fish restaurant just south of the town….
We first went here in 2015, and really HAD to come back, only this time we managed to camp literally opposite the restaurant. The cooking of the fresh fish is done right in front of your eyes (including the gutting and filleting), with about 8 different varieties inc shell fish, round fish. flat fish, paella, and even steak for the South African males (they actually believe fish is a vegetable). The whole place is completely roof free, and the only “walls” are actually make from dead brushwood (about 5 foot deep). Muisbosskerm Restaurant (named after the type of bush the walls are made from) really is a special place, with a unique setting and atmosphere and a 250 Rand (£14.00) per head price for as much as you can eat, its got to be the bargain night out of 2017.
Next stop Stellenbosch…. But where to camp?, last time we were here we used a large campsite just outside town, but it wasn’t a great experience, so we thought we would try something a little smaller this time, and hopefully be able to walk to some the many wine tasting and eating venues that the place is famous for. Having the Daf really is a disadvantage in a place like this and especially at a time approaching the busy holiday season. The vast majority of wineries don’t have camping, and wine tasting when one of you is driving really isn’t a lot of fun (especially as it me that does the driving ha).
Orangeville Guesthouse proved the perfect location, access was extremely tight, and we had to drive across their nice lawns to get to the very small camp area. This was unlike any campsite that we had been on before, but it was no worse for that! With rose bushes (in full bloom) in front of us, and parked on an immaculate lawn, it was strange setting for a campsite. There was only one toilet and shower (enclosed together in a bamboo surround), but that was fine because it really isn’t for large groups.
The great thing about Orangeville is the location, it is at the bottom of a hill (about 15km from Stellenbosch), and from here there is a set route taking in the various local wine tasting places, ON FOOT if you want…..
We walked all the way to the very posh Tokara wine tasting room, this was about a 1.5 hours walk, in quite hot conditions, but we had a great experience in stunning surroundings.
Walking around this vast estate you come across some amazing sculptures that are completely out of place, but at the same in the perfect place.
We had lunch in the Tokara Delicatessen, which was a cheaper option than the main restaurant, had a fantastic meal for very little money, then had the much easier walk back down to Orangeville Guesthouse……, stopping only once at another winery for a quick drink.
We are nearing the end of our travels (after nearly 3 years in Africa), and it was here we met a German couple just setting out on their adventure in their converted Toyota Hilux. They were starting their trip in southern Africa, having shipped from Germany to Namibia, but Tim and Sarah’s trip has got a little twist, a certain little lady called Elizabeth. Yes they are travelling up the east side of Africa with a nine month old baby in a Hilux, now thats hard core.
But we got on so well with this couple from Germany that we decided to stay a few more days. We even used Uber for the first time, getting a car for all five of us and taking us into Stellenbosh for a Saturday market, here we sampled a few locally brewed beers, had a bite of lunch and got Tim a catapult.
Now obviously the catapult was purchased purely to keep the Baboons and Vervet Monkeys away later in their trip, and WAS NOT bought for horsing around and competing against the” hotshot” english guy camped next to him, oh no….
If truth be told we were both pretty crap at hitting the huge target set on the fence 20m away, but Tim’s catapult quickly became Elizabeths favourite toy, by the time she’s a year old I’m convinced she’ll be a better shot that both of us.
We had a great few days with this family, but sadly we had to leave,they were staying to help manage the German owned guesthouse over christmas and new year.We were booked into DeHoop Nature Reserve over Christmas,it was sad to say goodbye especially as we thought we would never see them again and I guess some people you just hit it off with, this was just such a situation.
Well we did meet them again, but I will write about that next time, sorry we are a little behind with lorrywaydown but I will write and post about our christmas and new year quite soon.
Thanks for reading and may we both wish you all the best for 2018, its going to be a strange one for us.
We promised ourselves that we would visit Kgalagadi Transfrontier Park, in the extreme north of South Africa, again after previously seeing it in the ‘wet’ season. Last time we were here we had an amazing experience self driving ourselves around the park, but as you know sometimes when you revisit somewhere it can be a bit of an anti-climax, especially when you enjoyed it so much the first time.
First of all the border post at Mata Mata is unlike any other border that we have been through in Africa, leaving Namibia is so easy and stress free here (not all Namibian border posts are this easy), so after paying our vehicle tax (this is charged per 100km that you travelled while in Namibia for a HGV type truck) which worked out to be just under £20.00 for about 2 months travelling from the far north west border of Katima Mulio (border with Zambia), and out at Mata Mata, we got our Carnet de Passage and passports stamped to exit the country.
Where this border differs with most, is the fact that no commercial vehicles can use it, it is purely for visitors to the park. Secondly you have to have a minimum of 2 nights accommodation/camping pre-booked to be allowed access. We crossed early afternoon and we were only the third vehicle through that day. The other strange thing is that as soon as you cross the border out of Namibia you are of course in South Africa, the SA border post isn’t for another 120km, at the other end of the park at Twee-Rivieren. This also means that you can enter at Mata Mata, and exit also at Mata Mata, and not get a stamp for SA in your passport, this is also the same if entering from one of the remote border posts from Botswana, hence the name ‘Transfrontier Park’.
From the off Kgalagadi did not disappoint, this really is one of the best game parks in Africa (that we have been to anyway), and truly is a predators paradise. This is an extremely dry and arid place, and because of this there are no Elephants, Buffalo, or Rhino here, but it really isn’t any worse for that. There certainly isn’t the massive destruction here that is caused by large numbers of elephants to trees that you see in many places in Namibia and Botswana.
We spent 4 nights camped at Mata Mata (originally booked for 3), and self driving from here produced some spectacular game viewing from the cab of Colonel K including lots of Lions, and a couple of firsts for us with Caracal and African Wild Cat.
These African Wild Cats may look like a household tabby cat, but the are bigger (especially longer in the legs), and are a formidable hunting animal, we were lucky enough to see these on a few occasions in the bush, usually around or nearby a water hole.
There are a very large population of Jackals here in the park and they really do have to work for their food, you can see Jackals everywhere at all times of the day (even in the heat of the afternoon when everything else is tucked up in the shade), scavenging for bits of food here and there.
The other treat up at the Mata Mata end of the Park was the large number of owls present, and because the Camel Thorn trees are right up next to the track here, we were able to get up really close to them sometimes.
There are also huge numbers of birds of prey in this north western side of Kgalagadi, including White Backed Vultures, Lappet-faced Vultures, and the beautiful Secretary Bird.
This park does attract a lot of serious birders, and on one early morning game drive we were flagged down by a vehicle coming the other way, the driver was very animated and excited, he explained that a little further down the track was the best specimen of a huge Tawny Eagle that he had ever seen. Im not sure about that but we did see it and it was magnificent.
There are also many other birds of prey including the Black Chested Snake-Eagle, Brown Snake-Eagle, and the numerous Southern Pale Chanting Goshawk, and many more……
Obviously there is a certain amount of luck with self driving in a park such as Kgalagadi, but as with all things in life you also make your own luck, we had 11 early morning game drives during our stay (inc the morning that we left the park), and every time we were out of the campsite by 5.30, in other words as the gates opened. During one of these drives from Mata Mata we saw a huge pride of lions, first counting four adults and four cubs in the long grass near the waterhole. Then incredibly we spotted at least another eight adults on the sand dunes further back, eventually they all came together before moving on over the back of the dunes.
We always went driving for a minimum of five hours each morning, sometimes longer, but there really is little point in driving during the heat of the day (and it was very hot!), but luckily the campsite at Mata Mata has a small swimming pool that is perfect for cooling off.
One day we arrived back at the camp and decided to have a spot of lunch, obviously sat outside the truck, so wound out the awning to get a bit of shade, it was stifling hot, with not a breath of breeze, it was very still indeed. After letting our lunch settle (an exciting mix of crackers, tomato and cold ham or cheese as always), we put on our cossies, and walked the 20 metres to the fenced pool. We were splashing around in the pool chatting to a South African couple went all of a sudden the campsite disappeared in a dust cloud, as a huge “whirlygig” tore through the site, there was an almighty crash, and in unison both Jac and I shouted “shit, the awning”, we grabbed our towels and ran back to Colonel K expecting to see the awning torn to shreds and laying in a heap on the floor. I couldn’t believe my eyes when we got there, the awning was still attached but on the roof of the Daf!!!! The two arms were snapped completely off the front of the awning and were just hanging there. Incredibly none of the other campers batted an eyelid at this happening, but eventually an elderly South African from the camp next door came to lend a hand. We disconnected the hinged wind-out arms completely (there was no way they were ever going to go back into the housing again), and managed to wind the rest of the awning in. A new awning is now needed, and a lesson learnt, never leave an awning unattended in Africa even on the stillest of days!!!!
Some campsites in Africa have a problem with Baboons or monkeys, but here in Mata Mata its Ground Squirrels, there are dozens and dozens of them, and they can be a real pain in the butt, very cute but they have got used to humans and obviously associate us with food.
Then one afternoon there was a new kid on the block, even cuter, and so much more fun, yup I found a solitary Meerkat under Colonel K, hunting and eating the giant caterpillars that were abundant in number here, these were about 3” (75mm) long and very nasty looking.
He would expertly (and very carefully) drag/roll these caterpillars in the sand which seemed to diminish the danger caused by the hairs etc, and then scoff them down, before catching another and repeating this operation. When he had eaten about four of these monsters, he just chilled down next to us.
It wasn’t long though before those pesky Ground Squirrels appeared to see who this little guy was. They were literally nose to nose at one point, until the squirrel decided its better to just bugger off.
When we were here before, the tracks around the park were in very good condition, and really weren’t a problem to drive on, but this time it was a different story, with the sand being very soft and deep in places within about 30km of Mata Mata, and on the track up towards Nossob, so we opted to keep the truck in low range for the 5 days that we were driving up in that area, the trouble was the deep sections were very sporadic, and even seemed worse some days and better on other days.
Let me just say that our 10 tonne Leyland Daf didn’t get stuck once in Kgalagadi, but on one particular day we were returning to Mata Mata after a very long morning drive when we hit a very long deep sandy section that was gradually going up hill. Ahead of us were two stranded vehicles, a Nissan Navara, and a Toyota Fortuna (a car version of a Hilux), both seriously stuck deep in the sand. We pulled off the track onto a sort of “drive around”, and got out of the truck to see if we could help. Behind us was a Landrover Discovery that was also deep in the sand and not moving. Neither vehicle had any sand ladders so Jac and I went back to the truck and got out our Maxtrax recovery boards, We got the Toyota out quite quickly, and he parked back down by Colonel K, the second vehicle the Navara was much more of a problem, not helped by the fact that the South African driver insisted every time we put the Maxtrax under the wheels that he gave it maximum revs and was chewing the lugs off of our boards!!! The issue was made worse by the fact that there were a few “helpers” that all insisted that he “gun it” out of the sand. I was getting a bit irate with seeing several hundreds of pounds worth of Maxtrax (we have 4 of them) being slowly destroyed, especially as we have used them lots of times on our LD truck without so much as a mark on them, I was asked to take the driving seat of the Navara. Oh shit!!!! No pressure here then, a stupid soft Englishman telling a load of burly Afrikaans out door types how to extract a stuck vehicle mmmmmm…….. Slowly, low revs, I can feel the Nissan coming up on the boards, and I just reversed it out…… phew, one up for the plucky Brits. Actually the guys were great and very much appreciated the help from us, it was scorching hot in the midday sun (it was about 12.30pm), and kneeling down in the sand resulted in burnt knee caps.
On our last drive from Mata Mata we found a male Lion under the shade of a tree, at first all appeared well, then Jac noticed that it had a bad wound on one of his rear legs.
Then the poor thing opened its eyes and appeared to be either blind in one eye or have suffered a bad injury.
We saw the same Lion the following morning and it was up and walking, but with a very bad lim. It was at a waterhole not far from where we had seen it the previous day, but things didn’t look good for this fairly young fella. We spoke to someone a few days later and they said lots of lions here get injured while hunting or fighting but apparently the survival rate for injured big cats is quite high. Fingers crossed.
Also on our way down to Twee-Revieren (about a 130km drive including detours), we were lucky enough to see a stunning Leopard dozing under a tree, before he disappeared off up into the rocky outcrops that litter this section of Kgalagadi. This was indeed a rare treat to see one of these cats in broad daylight.
We were due to stay in the park for 7 nights, but ended up staying for 10 nights, we love this place. From Twee-Rivieren we saw lots of Lions again, including some stunning specimens.
By day 6 we still hadn’t seen Cheetah and were staying out a little later in the hope of snatching a glimpse of these elegant cats. We were on our way back to Twee-Rivieren campsite, and with the gate in sight (always left open here during the day), we spotted three Cheetah under a Camel Thorn Tree. It was a fantastic end to another great game viewing, they were lying next to what was left of their dinner, a newly dispatched Springbok, the blood was still visible on their faces and chests.
To be so up close and personal with these Cheetah was a real privilege, and so close to the campsite it just goes to show you never should give up on self- drive game viewing.
Kgalagadi really does attract lots of very serious and indeed professional wildlife photographers, and one of the reasons for this is the stunning back drop that can be available for your photos. With this I mean the red sand dunes of the Kalahari. When the sun is low and the animals are in the right position the result can be breathtaking (unfortunately lots of the time the big cats don’t play ball and you end up taking photos into the morning sun).
Obviously there has to be a stable and reliable food source for all these predators, and in Kgalagadi there are huge numbers of Blue Wildebeest, Springbok, Red Hartebeest,Gemsbok, Steenbok, and Giraffe. All of these animals obviously have to drink, and these waterholes provide the perfect ambush places for cats.
Whilst getting up at 5.00am (in the dark), to be game driving by 5.30am can be a bit of a pain (and its surprising how many European tourists can’t be bothered to get up early), most days it really pays off, and on one particular early morning just as the sun was rising over the dunes to the east, we were paid back in droves!!! We spotted two adult male Cheetah, one very close to the track and one up on the sand dunes beyond.
These boys were up and hunting!! We managed to follow them in the truck for about 40 minutes, and it was fascinating to watch them work as a team, one slowly crouching low in the bush, slowly working his way along, while the other one stayed on the higher ground looking for prey (probably Springbok). We even watched them climb trees, which we had never seen before. They only came together when they got to a large tree, and they both “sprayed” up the trunk, marking their territory.
We never actually saw them make a “kill” but it was a real treat to watch them for so long, and especially with them being on the move rather than just resting up in the heat of the day.
Whilst here we also had a few other “firsts” for us, we saw a Cape Porcupine out in the open, a few Bat Eared Foxes, and Cape Foxes.
There was yet another predatory first for us on the last day in the park we came across a Brown Hyena, these strange creatures are much rarer than the more commonly seen Spotted Hyena, he was very nervous of the truck and also kept looking around him, maybe there were Lions in the area too.
We also saw another Leopard, and another African Wild Cat during our ten days in the park, and out of 11 early morning game drives we saw big cats on all but one of them!! Thats not too shabby a record I think.
I just hope that SanParks (this is the South African body that run their vast array of National Parks), don’t ruin the park. At the moment it is still “raw”, and out of the three main campsites only one has a restaurant (the South Africans like to braii and cook for themselves), the roads are still tricky in places especially in the northern areas, and the capacity for visitors is still low compared to parks like Kruger and Etosha. Also the only game vehicle that we saw was from a lodge in Botswana, so you really have to self drive.
Whilst comparing it to Namibia’s Etosha, I have to say the campsites in Kgalagadi are on another level, in fact on another planet, with the ablutions being spotlessly clean, and literally half the price for a nights camping (approx £17.00 per night for two people and a vehicle).
I also have a suggestion to NWR (the government body that runs Namibia’s main tourist attractions such as Etosha, and Fish River etc), send your staff to Kgalagadi for a few days and see how you are supposed to interact and talk to clients!!!! By the time we left Twee-Rivieren, the Sanparks staff knew us by name, were most helpful about changing a night from one camp to a different one, and allowed us to book extra nights on a day to day basis, all carried out in a friendly smiling manner.
As you can probably tell we loved our time here, and it really is addictive, we just kept adding on days, you never know what you might see the next morning……..
We are gonna miss these guys!
Thanks so much for reading, we now have passed 40,000 visitors to Lorrywaydown, but are sadly nearing the end of our trip ,well only a couple of months to go.
I hope the number of photos on this post isn’t too much trouble to trawl through…..
Once again we enjoyed our time in Swakopmund, Namibia, and made use of this very westernised town, by getting the rear rack on Colonel K welded and strengthened (the box section had snapped/cracked in two places), and our spotlight supports stiffened up with a very smart piece of stainless steel welding.
We also had a full service done on the truck (we have rigidly stuck to oil and filter changes every 10,000km or 6,000 miles on this trip), Midvaal Garage also did a few minor repairs too. So with Colonel K in tip top condition before we headed south into the Namib Naukluft what could possibly go wrong, especially as the Daf has been so well behaved on this trip!
Swakopmund really is unlike another African town or city that we have been to, for one thing the climate is so nice after the scorching heat of Damaraland. Then there is the main attraction of this coastal town……. SlowTown Coffee, oh my god can they make a cappuccino?
Here we met some great people, including a nice German couple that are travelling in Africa in their very smart Iveco truck. The living cabin was previously fitted to hi sold truck, that was actually a Leyland Daf T244, the same as our Colonel K. The first night we met Artur and Conny, they insisted that we drink his homemade Apple Schnapps, this was after we had drunk copious amounts of wine…. we woke up the next morning with bad heads and they didn’t!!! The second time we met them (about a week later with their son and his wife), I insisted that this time we drunk MY drink, a bottle a Ballantines Scotch Whiskey…. Ha I thought, see how these Germans can take a “proper drink”…… We left them with an empty bottle, and we both had sore heads, and they didn’t!!!
One afternoon, we had just got back to the campsite after a cheeky SlowTown and a walk along the coast, when a “Bobo Camper” pulled in (these are a normal 2wd european style motorhomes), and we quickly noticed an English accent, they of course spotted our GB plates, and we started chatting, the next moment another two “Bobo’s” pulled in, also English. Eventually there were 13 or 14 of them on the campsite. It turns out that it was an organised tour, with a “guide” and a full time mechanic from Bobo Campers (complete with a spare camper), and it was organised by the Camping and Caravan Club of Great Britain (or something similar). Now we knew tourism in Namibia was changing!!! More of this later…..
Anyway we ended up having a really nice time with some of these guys, but especially Nigel and Sue who we had a braii with a couple of times in the evenings.
Before we left Swakopmund we had to say goodbye to a semi-wild cat that befriended us, “Bluey” was very scared of us at first, but after Jac insisting that we buy it tins of “Pampers” (yup that wasn’t a spelling mistake), it arrived on the dot at 5.00pm every evening and wouldn’t leave us, even taking to sleeping under the braii (barbecue to us Brits). The reason it would arrive until 5.00pm was it was petrified of the local staff, this was reinforced once when one of the cleaners was late leaving and “Bluey” saw him in the distance and ran under the truck and hid behind the wheel until he was gone. Strangely “Bluey” also knows his days of the week, because the staff only work half days on Saturday and Sunday, and old “Bluely” would tentatively appear about an hour of so earlier on these days.
We had a few trips to the nearby town of Walvis Bay, which is a bit more industrialised than Swakopmund, but we enjoyed it all the same.
But it was time to move south, and boy does it change very quickly. Its a very gradual climb up from the coast on the gravel road, but you quickly go from sea level to over 3,000 feet (in about an hour), and the climate has suddenly gone from the cool moist air of Swakopmund to the intense heat and dryness of the Namib desert. The following photo was taken about 100km (60 miles) inland and looking back towards the coast.
Personally, we love this arid environment and its raw natural beauty. Yes it can be incredibly uncomfortable, especially travelling without air-conditioning in the cab, but you do get used to it.
We decided to stop in the Gamsberg Mountains, which was the first time for us, and it didn’t disappoint, Rooisand Lodge is in a stunning quiet valley near the base of the mountain, and we ended up staying two nights here (we were trying to work out a way so we could kidnap the owners stunning young Weimaraner dog, no chance!).
After rejoining the main gravel road that continues south, we crossed the Tropic of Capricorn for the last time on this trip (probably), and of course had to do the photo thing….
We had a quick stop for coffee and massively over priced and over hyped Apple Pie at Solitare, where we also topped up Colonel K. While I was in the filling station, I took a photo of the piles of damaged wheels that had been dumped there, it was a timely reminder of how hard on vehicles even the more major routes in Namibia are.
As we decided not to go to the tourist trap that is Sesriem, and the Dunes of Sossusvlei, we took a more easterly route and headed for the campsite at Hammerstein Lodge, at the base of Tsarisberge Mountain. The campsite here really is an afterthought, and the lodge really doesn’t maintain it at all, the ablution facilities are basically the toilet and shower for the swimming pool (which was totally disgusting, even by African standards). But for some reason we decided to go on an evening gamedrive in the lodge’s safari vehicle, our expectations were low but hey it was very cheap (about £20.00 each), so in we piled with 6 German tourists that were obviously part of a large group and staying in the rooms.
What followed was without a doubt the worst safari experience we have ever had, and indeed was Africa shown at its very very worst. The drive took place on a private game farm, and there were very little in the way of animals, but what was there were encouraged to run to the safari vehicle that had a bale of hay in the back, this ended up with two zebra (the only two we saw), having to run in the afternoon heat to reach the Landcruiser, then the driver started to drive off so they had to run along side us. Then we stopped at the Rhino “enclosure”, and of course the Zebra started to get a little aggressive (frustration?), the driver then removed his belt and started hitting the poor Zebra, at this point I couldn’t keep my mouth shut any longer!! Then he gave the Zebra half a bale of hay and threw the other half into the two White Rhino. This was a terrible place and the Rhino were very stressed with the safari vehicle being there. The shocking thing for me was that the other guests really didn’t see anything wrong with this. One woman even asked the driver why the Rhino where so scared!!!! We hated the whole experience, and for once put a terrible review on the main travellers app that we use. I never took a photo in the whole time I was there, and well I guess you now know that I’m like with my camera ……..
By now we had realised that Namibia is changing (nothing to do with the safari trip from hell), two years ago, at roughly the same time of year, you would be lucky to see 4 or 5 vehicles an hour on the gravel roads, now its more 20-30 an hour, and there are so many more coaches and overland groups (just going to Namibia). Most of the campsites now have to be booked, you can’t take for granted that there will be space (this especially applies to the more popular places and those that have decent access roads). The other thing that has changed are the prices for camping, obviously supply and demand, many have increased by more than 50%, and they are still getting filled up.
Last time we were at the lovely Klein Aus Vista campsite was two years ago, and of the 10 campsites here, mostly there was only two or maybe three taken, this time we had to pre-book in advance, and of course it was full. This isn’t too much of a problem but on two of the camp sites the first night we were there were actually two groups. This meant that instead of maybe 20 to 25 people using 4 toilets and showers, there were about 60 people using the same number of facilities. This is a potential problem, the infrastructure just isn’t there in Namibia to deal with this massive extra capacity (especially in the government run National Parks such as Etosha). One Swiss guy that we met here in Aus summed it up by saying, everyone he knows in Switzerland went to Namibia this year and are also planning to go again next year.
Despite the relative overcrowding of the campsite we absolutely love this place, and 90% of people are only here for one night and then move on, so after 8.00am the place is pretty silent, until the next lot arrive in the afternoon. It is in such a beautiful place, and fortunately we were allocated the best campsite here, no10 right out on its own, and under a huge tree complete with its own massive Sociable Weaverbirds nest.
These birds (maybe 50-80 in each nest), are so active from dawn till dusk and you can even hear them chirping away during the night, and it is fascinating sitting and watching them working to constantly maintain their nest and to bring food back, better than any telly this…..
We put down a water dish for them and boy were they grateful, with dozens of them on the ground at a time for the first couple of hours it was there. It wasn’t long before others were also attached to the tiny dish of water, with this Desert Striped Mouse appearing from the base of the tree.
For us one of the highlights of this place is the walking up in the mountains behind, on various mapped trails, and on one particular walk we spend over 4 hours up in the hills, leaving early in the morning trying to miss the worst of the heat, but by 8.00am the sun was already very hot, and our 2 litres of water was all gone long before we returned to the truck. Stunning but very inhospitable.
Once we were back down from the mountain, we had to skirt around the back of the rocky outcrop to get back to Colonel K, it was here that we saw quite a bit of game (obviously completely wild and free roaming), and we walked past a male Kudu, but he quickly disappeared behind a huge rock before I could get a photo of him, so we carried on. Jac glanced back to see the stunning animal almost framed in a rock formation that appeared to completely enclose it, he was in the shade and feeling safe, though he never took his eyes off of us.
Back at the truck our new friends were waiting for us…..
Speaking of new friends, while we were sat in the lounge of the Lodge using their wifi for “research purposes”, an English couple appeared and introduced themselves. We spent that evening with Gordon and Linda, talking about theirs and our travels (they shipped a Landcruiser to Namibia 11 years ago and still love coming back each year). We had a lovely time with them and realised that we would also meet up with them again in a couple of days time down at Fish River Canyon.
On our way down to Fish River we stopped for coffee shop at a distillery, yes a distillery in the middle of nowhere, but right next to the newly built Naute Dam which is obviously supplying water to these vast agricultural areas, growing every thing from figs to grapes etc.
It was here in the carpark out the front that we were once again reminded of how much this country has changed, yet another large group of “Bobo” campers, about 14 this time, mostly German but also a few Swiss.
The trouble was, with all these campers parked outside it was very difficult to find Colonel K in amongst the others that look the same!!!!
Their “speciality” here is their own gin, but at well over £20.00 for half a bottle (350ml), it was a little bit to “salty” for our budget. We didn’t even get chance to try the stuff as the lady was so preoccupied with the large group, that the furthest we got was with a cappuccino…..
Sections of this route are quite corrugated, especially if you take the old route past Seeheim. There is a new route which was built for the building of the Dam at Haute (actually they just upgraded a more minor track), but unfortunately the old signpost is still there telling you this is the way to Fish River Canyon. We did about 20km down this route before we decided to call it a day and find an alternative way round, if the Daf didn’t break, I’m sure my teeth would have fallen out. The corrugations can be seen in the foreground of the photo below, its just like a short sharp speed hump every foot of travel.
Fish River Canyon was just as beautiful as the last time we were here, but there were a few differences, firstly there are now fences to stop you walking over the edge……mmmm, and of course there were the coach loads of tourists this time. But we got there early in the morning, (it was Jac’s birthday), made coffee and had our toast and peanut butter while overlooking this magnificent wonder of the world.
You can still drive along the edge of the rim (though I’m not sure for how much longer NWR will allow this), and it was at the far end of the track I noticed a patch of diesel under Colonel K. We have suffered a few fuel leaks over the past couple of years but have had most of the fuel lines replaced, so wasn’t sure where to expect this leak to be coming from. It didn’t take long to find out… there was a hole on the leading front edge of the diesel tank arrrrr….
It wasn’t a huge hole but was large enough for a regular drip, but I was confident that I could temporary fix it until we got to a decent sized town. So after driving back to The Canyon Roadhouse campsite, I set about fixing it with some epoxy resin that I had……. no chance, the weight of the diesel in the tank and the fact that it was pushing through what ever I applied meant that it wasn’t going to work. Then two members of staff from the lodge came along and promptly declared that they had some stuff in the stores that would definitely fix it……..An hour later and that didn’t work either for the same reason. Removing the tank wasn’t an option either as it had about 200 litres in there, and with the tank thats probably about 250kg in total.
As I was lying under Colonel K trying any little trick I knew, Gordon and Linda pulled up in the camp next door. Unbelievably Gordon had on board his Landcruiser a special putty/paste that is described as suitable for fixing fuel tanks and will even stick to oily surfaces, optimistic Gordon declared “this stuff will definitely work”, after trying on and off all day, it definitely didn’t work!!! Oh well we tried… How we tried…..
In between attempts to fix the tank we shared the pool for a cool off with the other residents.
As it was Jac’s birthday, we decided to eat in the Lodge restaurant, and asked Linda and Gordon if they would like to join us. We had a really lovely evening, and the food wasn’t too bad either, and of course this was washed down with a few glasses of wine.
We decided to get up early and head for the nearest decent sized town, in this case Keetmanshoop, to try to find somewhere that could mend the tank, but we couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to our fellow Brits. Well Gordon was up and about (sort of), but poor Linda was still in their roof tent, and was feeling a little worst for wear.
We were lucky with the garage that we first tried in Keetmanshoop, “Rassies” agreed to drain the tank (now down to about 140 litres), remove it and take it to a “specialist” who would place it in an acid bath, then carry out the repair, repaint the tank, then collect it, refit it and put the diesel back in the tank. We also agreed with them that we could sleep in Colonel K in their yard, as they had no idea how long the specialist brazer would take to do the repair.
We arrived at Rassies at 10.30am, carried our gas bottle to get it filled up (its about 50m outside their back gate), then walked across the road to the new Shoprite Supermarket and bought enough food for the next couple of weeks (we are heading to Kgalagadi Transfrontier Park next). Got back to the truck, had a quick read, and before we knew it, our tank was back. The whole operation including me having to go and find an ATM as they don’t accept cards, took less than 6 hours, and cost just over £200.00, I was a happy bunny..
The guy at Rassies suggested trying a campsite just outside town, at the “Country Lodge”, well we did try it, but only got as far as reception. The very rude (we are getting used to this in Namibia now) receptionist told us that camping for two people would be 480NAD (nearly £30) a night, and bearing in mind its directly behind the Engen fuel station and close to a busy road, this is a ridiculous amount of money for Southern Africa. We offered to pay 240NAD, she said “no”, we said “goodbye”.
We ended up at Quiver Tree Rest Camp which is owned and run by a lovely Namibian guy that remembered us from two years ago, it was much busier this time of course, but we planned to stay for two nights as this would then leave us to drive to Mata Mata Border Post on the 17th November for our first night booked into Kgalagadi.
Next morning there was diesel under the truck arrrrrrrr! Looking underneath it was obvious that when removing and refitting the tank the guys had disturbed one of the fuel lines (the return pipe) and one of the joints was leaking quite badly. There was also a small weep from the tank outlet, but I was confident that this just need tightening, so we drove back to town and Rassies once more. An hour later we were back on the “road” and on our way to the campsite again, they declared it definitely fixed!
Next morning we packed up early to head to Mata Mata, and the pipe joint definitely was not fixed, oh well we will sort it later it wasn’t too bad. So off we went…… about 40km down the gravel road, Jac suddenly grabbed for her phone, oh dear we are a day early, its the 16th, not the 17th that we thought, so a quick u-turn and we are on our way to Rassies for a 3rd time. This time they replaced the fitting and all was well. I think they were glad to see the back of us and Colonel K.
Whilst at Rassies, I took a couple of photos of crashed vehicles that they are awaiting collection of, every single one had been rolled on a gravel road, there were no accidents involving other vehicles, and it just goes to show how people drive too fast on these strange surfaces, and very easily lose control.
The last night in Quiver Tree Camp Linda and Gordon joined us for a last time, another great night.
Next up we head to one of our favourite places on this trip Kgalagadi, and we are very excited about that, I hope it lives up to expectations
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When I last wrote we were stranded in Oppi-Koppi campsite in Kamanjab, Northern Namibia, waiting for some hydraulic hoses to be made up and then fitted by a local garage so we could once again lift the cab to access the engine on our truck. As agreed first thing Monday morning we drove to Falkenberg Garage to have the posh new hoses fitted and we hoped to be on our way within a couple of hours…..what could possibly go wrong? Its just a simple job isn’t it? Oh I forgot this is Africa!!!
First up the two “mechanics” got straight down to work and very quickly (well quickly for Namibia anyway) fitted the four new hoses. With the German owner away on a breakdown recovery (this is their main source of work due to the shocking roads up here), the blokes were under strict instructions not to start to try and tilt the cab until the owners wife was present and watching proceedings. But despite her instructions they started pumping the lever and pushing far too hard on the “locked out” system. Guess what? Yup they damaged yet another fitting/hose. The owners wife went even more mental than I did and after another couple of hours of trying to bodge the newly damaged hose up, I stepped in and told them that they will have to get another hose made up, and that I’d return on Wednesday, but I insisted that the garage owner was there and working on the truck instead of his fitters.
So Wednesday arrives and sure enough the owner is there and the new hose is ready to be fitted, I’m feeling far more confident this time…….Pipes all fitted, so slowly and carefully the cab is pumped up, it goes up about 10mm and then locks……An hour later after lots of scratching of heads and a few phone calls to the hydraulic specialist in Outjo, I raised the question “do you think your guys could have installed the four hoses on Monday incorrectly?”, obviously judging by the look on the garage owners face, I was talking utter crap. I even asked if he wanted the “exploded parts list” drawings that were relevant to the hydraulic system, “no, there is no need” was the reply.
After another couple of hours and with me starting to seriously lose my rag with everyone (this should be a simple job, it is a self bleeding system), and the worry of the actual rams being damaged, I was told that I would have to drive to Outjo to the specialist who made the hoses.
After speaking to the very friendly Russell, the owner of ‘The Hose Centre’, we arranged to drive to him in the morning and he seemed confident that he could sort the problem out. After driving 160km from Kamanjab to Outjo, we pulled into a scruffy yard behind a Charcoal factory, and met Russell and his wife. Unlike the German in Kamanjab, Russell welcomed the fact that I had a diagram of the hoses and fittings, and after a couple of minutes of laying under the truck, he pronounced that he had miraculously fixed it……mmmmmm I thought…….. But sure enough the cab was going up and down perfectly, guess what? Yup the idiots had connected the new hoses around the wrong way, and the rams were pushing and pulling at the same time!!!!! thankfully they hadn’t damaged anything else while trying to get the cab to lift. So another 160km back to Oppi-Koppi for another free nights camping and all was well in Daf land once more.
While we were at Oppi-Koppi we had a fantastic walk out into the bush behind the campsite, it is a set out trail, but it was quite obvious that not too many people walk it (as with most campsites in Namibia, the vast majority of visitors only stay one night before moving on).
We really enjoyed our extended time at Oppi-Koppi, and after having our photo taken with Colonel K (all longterm campers have their photo taken and put in the yearly “overlanders book” in reception) we set off for Palmwag.
The gravel road here takes you up over the Grootberg Pass, a very long and in places a steep climb or descent, but always a beautiful route.
By the way, the sky may look stormy in the above photo’s but it is because Jac took them through our heavily tinted windscreen.
And yes that is well over 5,000 feet above sea level.
We last stopped at Palmwag with our Dentist friends from England about 18 months ago, and then it was pouring with rain, the river was in flood and the water was washing through the reception. Now the river is dry, its very hot during the day, though cooler at night, but camped right at the end of the campsite on the very edge of the riverbed, under the palm trees, it felt very good.
We decided whilst here, we would engage in a Rhino Tracking trip, out into the mountains to hopefully see the rare Black Rhino in this amazing desert landscape, this did take a bit of thinking about as at £210.00 for the two of us, this was going to be an expensive trip. We have also seen desert Black Rhino before, and of course many Black and White Rhino on this trip, but this promised to be a little bit special.
So after meeting the “tracking team” consisting of the driver (we were in an open LandCruiser), co-pilot (the drivers wife), and two actual trackers, we set off at 06.15am. My god it was seriously cold with a major” chill factor” as demonstrated by Jac trying desperately to keep warm.
In the end we didn’t actually see any Black Rhino, though the two local trackers did follow a female and her calf, but by the time we caught up with them the Rhino had disappeared over the next hill. We did however have a very enjoyable morning in an area that you couldn’t visit on your own.
Part of the money that we paid does go towards Rhino Conservation and although this area is very hard to access, it still has a huge problem with poaching. In fact almost all the Rhino in this area (approx 100 animals in an area the size of Wales) have been tranquillised and had their horns cut off so there isn’t the temptation to poach them. Though incredibly the manager of the lodge told us that they recently found the dead carcass of a Black Rhino, that had previously had its horn removed by the rangers. It is thought that the poachers were so angry after tracking the rhino for so long and then finding that it had been de- horned, that they shot it anyway!!! We were also told that a local gang of poachers could expect to only get $200US to $300US per horn, obviously a huge sum of money to these guys, but someone somewhere is making a lot of money from these horns before they get sold in China etc.
Anyway, the Manager decided that as we weren’t “successful” in seeing the Rhino (though we fully understood theres a good chance that we wouldn’t) we could go on an afternoon game drive free of charge. This was a very generous offer that obviously we jumped at.
This game drive was very different to our morning tracking experience, and despite seeing quite a lot of animals, we were very glad that we hadn’t paid for it. We have had some amazing safari drives (mostly self driving) and this was really appealing to those that had maybe just arrived in Africa for the first time. The driver was also driving around the Reserve far to fast to be able to see much or experience the place really.
Leaving Palmwag you almost immediately hit the Veterinary Fence, this stretches right across Namibia, from the Skeleton Coast in the west to the Botswana border in the east. This is to check and stop the spread of various animal disease’s (mostly Foot and Mouth disease), and means that you cannot take uncooked Cloven Hoofed animal meat southwards through this physical barrier. It obviously feeds the local officials and their families quite well too.
So while at Palmwag we made sure we cooked all our beef mince (enough for three nights dinners), and this just left chicken in our fridge that was uncooked. Guess what, apparently chicken now have hoof’s!!!! Yup our chicken and uncooked eggs were to be taken away from us ,or we could cook it there at the police road block, so Jac took them and gave them to the Himba women that were selling jewellery next to the vet fence. When pressed, we were told that there is a disease called “Newcastle Disease” or something like that, so chicken products are now not allowed.
We had stopped at at least 2 other Vet fences in the previous two months and they hadn’t even bothered to spray our tyres, so you make up your own mind…….
We had been warned that the tracks around the Twyfelfontein area were also in a very bad state now (although last time we were here they were fine), and that to drive these gravel roads takes much longer.
To be fair though some sections were bad with corrugations and some deepish sand, but there was actually a grader driving up and down this area, and the worst bits were being done.
That night we stopped at a really nice community camp site, tucked between some high rocky outcrops and the dried up river bed of the Aba Huab, it really is a beautiful place, so quiet.The toilets and showers were a little to be desired. All were open air (really not a problem for us), but shower heads, and doors to the toilets were definitely optional in this case.
This place is HOT, VERY HOT, and we met a couple of German motorcyclists ,they had flown their KTM 990 Adventure’s into Windhoek airpor), and it was perhaps the first time I wasn’t envious of someone in Africa on a bike. They were covered in sweat under all their protective gear (all fully vented of course), and worst of all they were exhausted from all the constant corrugations in the gravel roads, and were keen to find out if it improved further north. We had bad news for them!
Check this out…… you don’t see a road sign for 100km and then theres four in 30 metres lol.
After an overnight stop at Brandberg Mountain, again camped next to a dried up riverbed, this time the Ugab, we stopped at the small town of Uis where there is a small local supermarket where we stocked up with essentials.
Next up we headed for an old favourite of ours, the campsite at Spitzkoppe. This place is as near to “bush camping” without actually “bush camping”, if you see what I mean. The so called camping sites are so far apart that you can’t see or hear anyone else, and the whole place is on the sand base between huge granite hills and rock formations, it really is a special place. We were lucky enough to get one of the most secluded spots at the very far end of the area.
This is Jac after an early morning scramble up over the granite boulders above our campsite, it gives you an idea of how big these rocks are.
Spitzkoppe is also a great place for walking as well as climbing (although one usually involves the other here), but it really needs to be early in the morning as the heat after say 9.30am is intense, and a hat and water are essentials.
The only showers at Spitzkoppe are at the reception (about 5km from where we were camped), and for this reason most people that stop here only stay for one night. Most sites have a long drop toilet, although during the heat of the day these aren’t a great place to be, and of course there is no provision for water away from the reception, and obviously no electric to run your little onboard fridge. This makes roof tent camping quite difficult for more than one night. We have no such issues in Colonel K, with solar panels, onboard shower and toilet and a 300 litre capacity of fresh water, so ended up staying in this special place for a few days, and it was wonderful.
In the photo below you can just make out the vehicle of our nearest neighbour, and that was after climbing over the boulders to be able to see them.
But at Spitzkoppe the really memorable thing is the sunset, as it descends down below the distant hills, and over the savannah type terrain, especially after a small climb up on the granite boulders. But what do you do while waiting for the sun to set? Well you dick around of course………..
While we were at Brandberg, I was walking round the back of the truck and sort of punched the spare wheel (punched in a friendly way obviously), and noticed that it moved slightly, so I punched it a bit harder, and sure enough something was wrong. Before we left the UK my nephew Glen very kindly did a few bits of welding for me, and one of those jobs was to fit the spare wheel carrier on the rear hoist (this was previously slung horizontally under the chassis, thereby cutting down ground clearance, and making it almost impossible for me and Jac to change a wheel in anything other that ideal conditions). I was concerned about the strength of the welding that Glen was doing knowing that the road conditions were going to be very bad in places in Africa, “no worries mate, that will definitely not break” Glen informed me. Well he was spot on, the wheel carrier was as solid as a rock, but the 32mm galvanised steel box section that it was welded to, had sheared through both above and below the wheel. This wheel and tyre combo weighs a total of 135kg, and the consequences of that coming adrift while driving along really don’t bear thinking about!!!
During one evening at Spitzkoppe we had just returned to the truck after watching a stunning sunset, and lit the campfire for our evening dinner, it was virtually dark and we were surprised to see a young couple in a small car driving slowly past us and looking at Colonel K, they drove once round the granite outcrop, and came past us again, and incredibly stopped about 30 metres from us and put up their ground tent!!! In all this massive place, that was in fact quite empty, this bloody couple had to pitch their tent right next to us. Hey, but that wasn’t an issue really, perhaps they just weren’t confident camping on their own…… But what was a problem was the noise they were making, they were in a tiny two person tent and were shouting at each other, and then they decided to use the long drop toilet, still shouting, after we were in bed, and by this time I think they had been on the “pop” for a bit. They really did spoil the “peace & tranquility” I was not amused…..
So after few days at Spitzkoppe we headed to the coastal town of Swakopmund to get the rear rack repaired, but on the way guess what? a spotlight bracket snapped off on the corrugated roads and almost went through the windscreen…… more welding!
We were lucky to find a first class guy that builds overland campers (he was recommended by the Norwegians that we met at Oppi-Koppi), Stefan did a fantastic job repairing and strengthening the rear rack and also strengthening all the stainless steel spotlight brackets on the front of the truck, a top guy.
We have also had a full service done on the truck at a garage that we have used a few times in Swakopmund.
We have decided to stay in Swakopmund for a while, and make full use of the coffee shops, restaurants and bars, and Jac has even had her hair done. Can any man explain why my hair takes 5 minutes and a woman had to be seated for 3 hours? one of life’s mysteries I guess. Of course after the massive heat of the North of Namibia and the desert of Damaraland, the cool coastal temperatures are very welcome, and walking can be enjoyed at any time of the day (though the sun is still very fierce).
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While in Livingstone (whilst carefully avoiding Evil Two Face the Manic Monkey, see previous blog post), Jac decided to make Bread. Apparently its a special camping recipe for a flat bread that she obtained from a German couple we met in Malawi, who incidentally gave her a sachet of yeast specially for the purpose. What could possibly go wrong?
The mix looked amazing and was left to “rise” apparently…….
And the ‘after’ photo proves how promising this was looking, and the smell was amazing, my mouth was salvating wildly at the thought of getting stuck into Jac’s first attempt at home made camp bread.
The next day we drove into Livingstone, and bought a loaf of bread!!!!
We left Zambia the same way we entered and had a much smoother border crossing (though definitely not a smoother drive along that bloody broken road), spent a night in Katima Mulilo, and then headed back to one of our favourite campsites in Namibia, Mobola Lodge, right on the banks of the Zambezi river.
The camp even has an early warning system and deterrent against Crocodiles, ‘Aegon’ the largest German Shepard that I have ever seen, just sits at the waters edge waiting for one of these huge reptiles to surface and then goes completely bonkers!
The Caprivi Strip is a beautiful and quite diverse region of Namibia, and we really love the feeling of “true Africa” you get from it, but the long long tarmac road is mind numbingly boring, dead straight for hundreds of kilometres, the heat was 40c+, we have no air conditioning, and there is the constant threat of Antelope, Elephants, or even cattle, deciding to take on Colonel K in a one to one battle. You inevitably end up going a little crazy………
We ended up back at the campsite at Tsumeb, and parked up under the most impressive tree, simply stunning.
We stayed here for a few days, using the washing machines as they actually use hot water (its very rare to find a washing machine in Africa, and almost impossible to find one that actually uses hot water, so we normally wash by hand).We made good use of these facilities washing all of our dirty clothes, towels and complete bedding. We also got our gas bottle filled up, and re-stocked with food. We were all set for Etosha National Park………
We entered the Park using the eastern Namutoni Gate, and started slowly game driving around the eastern fringes of the park.
Wow, how different it was compared to last time we were here with our friends from England in late January 2016 (the wet season), its now so hot and dry, and the dust was everywhere. The other difference was the shocking condition of the gravel tracks in the Park, the corrugations were horrendous, and everyone was moaning about them. This was going to take its toll on any vehicle……..
We were parked up at one particular waterhole, watching the game jockeying for position to get a life saving drink, and admiring a huge Martial Eagle sat on his viewing position nearby, when he took off and hit its prey in the rocks next to the truck. We never did see what it caught in its talons, but I guess a rodent, small snake or a lizard, but we ended up sitting there for quite a while watching all this happening.
Anyway time was moving on and it was time to start heading to Halali camp, where we were booked in for the night. Colonel K had other ideas and although the dash and gauges were lighting up when the ignition was turned on, that was as far as we were going, not even a click from the starter motor, nothing!!! Bugger, now we have a problem….. Oh and guess what? no phone signal….. and our sat phone was tightly locked away in the back of the truck……… After about 10 minutes of fiddling about trying to start the truck (but still from within the cab, this isn’t a great place to be outside your vehicle), and deciding we need to fetch the satellite phone from the back, a very friendly Belgian tour owner/operator appeared with a Landcruiser full of guests, and insisted that we stay in the cab and he will use his sat phone to ring Namutoni Gate, to get a ranger and mechanic out to us. After the phone conversation, he shouted across to us that they were indeed sending people out to assist us, but he would again ring them in about 10 minutes to make sure that someone had indeed left and were on their way- this is Africa after all !
The second call confirmed that “hopefully”, “maybe” a ranger was on his way, and we worked out that they should be with us in a maximum of 30 minutes. We thanked the Belgian guy and his guests for waiting around and for him using his sat phone, and agreed that if we indeed made it to Halali camp that night I would buy them all a beer! One and a half hours later, still no mechanic or ranger appeared, then as if by magic the 5.9L Cummins engine turned over and fired into life……. Weird but a huge relief.
So, lessons learnt, when in a National Park keep the sat phone up front, keep a few essential tools in the cab, and never ever rely on NWR staff…….
We got to Halali and explained that we might need an extra night to sort out an issue with our vehicle. Without bothering to look at her computer and giving us proper attitude, the answer (as always) was “fully booked!”, “can you check please?”, the answer of course was (without checking) “fully booked!”
Within 5 minutes, Jac had logged onto the NWR website and booked a second night at Halali…………. Unbelievable really, but everyone has the same experience as we do.
Anyway hopefully we sorted the starting issue, just by tightening a few loose connections in various places, behind the dash, starter motor etc. Nothing was obviously very loose but lots of places the nuts took a turn with a spanner. It hasn’t been a issue since, but Im sure it was caused by the very badly deteriorated road conditions in Etosha, the truck is literally being shaken to bits, and we aren’t the only one. We have met others that have suffered punctures and mechanical problems. Apparently the Government hasn’t got the money to run a ‘grader’ in the park…… The problem now is that they have gone so far that they actually need new gravel applied in many places.
Anyway we spent two nights actually in the park, then 3 more nights at Etosha Safari Lodge (campsite of course) where we drove in each morning at sunrise. Of course we saw lots of amazing animals as you can see below.
And of course there are the predators, and at this time of year with the concentrations of game around the water holes, these guys do not go hungry. We were especially lucky to see and follow a beautiful Leopard in the early morning light, as he made his way from a waterhole trying to find somewhere to flop down and spend the day in the shade somewhere.
Its always a rare treat to see one of these largely nocturnal cats in daylight, but its especially rewarding when you are self driving. Of course there were other predators, including a huge number of Black Backed Jackals, who were always busy scavenging for eggs, or left overs, or basically anything edible, but it wasn’t unusual to see lots of quite large groups of jackals here at the moment. We also saw Spotted Hyena, Bat Eared Fox, and Lion.
But the Lions here in Etosha seem to be learning to use manmade things to improve their comfort and hunting habits, including this huge male Lion that was using a culvert under the gravel track for not only shade from the fierce mid day heat, but also as a hide out to ambush an unsuspecting Springbok or Impala. “Hawkeye Jac” spotted this one using her binoculars, while scanning around the nearby waterhole.
At another early morning (manmade) waterhole, we were sat there for at least 10 minutes, trying to work out why the game were so reluctant to approach the water for a drink, it was obvious that they weren’t happy, maybe we had just missed a pride of Lions or a Leopard and their smell was still lingering and making the Kudu wary.
Then Jac again spotted a small pride of Lions using the solar panels that are used to pump water from the borehole as a sunshade.
We stayed and watched these cats for over an hour, with the youngster playing with what looked like a lizard or something that he had caught (still alive). The amazing thing was the amount of vehicles that pulled into the waterhole area, saw there was not much happening and then just drove out. One Hilux pulled in with two american guys with huge cameras and lenses on board, after a quick scan around, out came their breakfast, and with their yogurts in hand I leaned out of my window and whispered across to them, “Lions”, and indicated the direction, the reaction and expletives that came from the car was comical. But it just goes to show you have to take your time and look around, the other important thing for me is that we don’t have air-con in our truck and so we always have our windows open, whether driving or sat game viewing. About 90% of vehicles in Etosha, have their air-con set at max, and only drop their windows when they need their massive lenses to photograph something (if they have seen it). The other thing that air-con does is make you drive so fast, as you are cocooned in your ice cold vehicle that you miss so much between various waterholes (honestly I’m not jealous of any air-conditioning in the searing heat of Africa lol).
Staying just outside the Anderson Gate, proved a much better option for us, camping was almost half the price as being at one of the NWR camps inside the park. The only down side was not having one of the fantastic flood lit waterholes that all the camps have inside the park, but we were parked on grass instead of the concrete dust bowls of Halali. Also as its privately run (part of the Gondwana Group) you didn’t feel like you needed a shower AFTER you had just had a shower! It was only about 10km back to the park gates, so we were in the park by about 7.00am each day.
But as usual some of the highlights of our time here weren’t about the big animals and this time we sat and watched (at quite a distance away) a Secretary Bird on her nest and re-gurging her meal and feeding her two chicks.
Other birds we saw were the huge Lappet-Faced Vulture, and lots of Tawny Eagles, Goshawks etc.
Also as we were pottering about in the Park in the mighty Daf, a snake appeared across the track in front of us, I pulled up and asked Jac to snap a couple of photos of it before is disappeared off into the bush (it was moving fast!). After a few shots with a slightly trembling hand, Jac announced “whoa it turned and is threatening me”, she got the shot just before it disappeared out of sight.
Eventually our time in Etosha was up, and we made our way towards Damaraland via the small dusty town of Kamanjab. We have stopped here a few times now and have always stayed at Kamanjab Rest Camp just outside town. But we had been told by a few people about another Lodge/Camp in the centre of town and decided to try this place. Oppi-Koppi is yet another great camp here in Northern Namibia, and as long term travellers driving a non-African registered vehicle we can camp for free!!
As we drove into the camp, we passed a couple that were looking at us intently, I waved and they waved back but pointed at the truck and carried on watching us. I did wonder why they were taking such an interest in either us or Colonel K, but just put it down to German tourists (at least 80% of tourists here in Namibia are Geman) that hadn’t seen a European truck in these parts. I was wrong on many accounts, as within ten minutes of parking up John and his wife Oddrun came and said hello. First of all they are Norwegian, and they were also here in a European truck, a really nice 4×4 Scania (ex-Norwegian Army). But the crazy thing was (and the reason that they were looking at us as we drove in) was that they have been following and reading our blog for the past two years, and were surprised to actually meet us.
We spent a fantastic evening with John and Oddrun, exchanging stories, and hearing about their amazing up-bringing and early years living in Africa. This trip for them is almost a home coming, we wish them a safe and fun journey up through East Africa.
The first morning of being at Oppi-Koppi, I got up nice and early to take advantage of the cool morning air to check over the truck after the punishing corrugated roads of Etosha. After removing all our storage boxes from behind Jac’s seat, and securing everything else before tilting the cab (you don’t want any flying items falling through the windscreen), I started pumping up the cab and got it just over half way, when all of a sudden the pump handle suddenly lost all resistance, looking underneath the front of the truck, showed the culprit, the hydraulic hoses on both rams had gone, releasing all the hydraulic fluid all over the ground….. Bugger.
After a quick look to see if it was something I could sort out (no chance!!!), I drove the short distance to the one garage in town. The two hoses that were leaking were completely knackered and needed replacing and it looked like one of the others was also leaking very slightly. So the choice was have the hoses removed and sent away to Outjo (about 200km away) for new hoses to be made, or drive to Swakopmund or Windhoek where new ones could be made there. I wasn’t keen on driving on more badly corrugated roads, and not being able to access the engine if we again had a problem. So the guys removed all four hoses connecting the rams and someone drove them to Outjo that day. That was on Friday so it looks like we are stranded until early next week, but I spoke to the garage owner on Saturday and he confirmed that he had just collected the hoses and they would fit them first thing Monday morning.
Whilst I was at the garage, the owners wife was showing me some of her amazing metal art work that she had made, when one of the mechanics spotted a snake up on the roof of the workshop, it was funny how they all reacted to the unwelcome visitor (the snake not me), with only the female owner remaining calm and clambering up on a pile of bricks armed only with a plastic rake!!! Everyone else had very quickly disappeared. She seemed to think it was a Boomslang, a very poisonous snake, and seemed a little upset that she didn’t catch it, and that it had probably gone through into her adjoining house!!! Its a very different way of life out here…….
Anyway we are stranded for a few more days here at Oppi-Koppi, but there are worse places to be stranded, its got a very very reasonable bar (we watched the SA v Australia Rugby last night), a decent menu for food, and even a very small pool, and of course the camping is free……. So as not to impose on the owners generous offer of free camping too much (we really aren’t free loaders you know) we have taken to at least spending a reasonable amount of money in the bar……. well its only fair eh.
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While at Urban Camp in the Namibian capital Windhoek, we were reminded once again how small a world this is. We bumped into a German couple that we had previously met in no less than 3 other places, first Jungle Junction in Nairobi, then in Amboseli National Park, Kenya, then Malawi, and now again in Namibia. They had even travelled a very different route to us to get to these places, with us driving into Uganda and Rwanda, whereas they stayed more towards the east coast.
While in Windhoek we took the opportunity to sort out the truck, after its long lay up in storage and to replenish supplies of fresh meat, vegetables and of course drink.
But after a couple of days here, we headed north up the good tarmac road to the town of Tsumeb, and a campsite that we have used a few times before, but had heard from another overlander that it had shut its campsite for good. This was definitely wrong information and indeed a brand new ablution block had been built, and very nice it was too. The other attraction of this place is the pool, its massive, and allegedly a full Olympic size, who am I to argue? Of course most of the time its completely empty!
From Tsumeb, the natural thing to do is head further north where you come to the eastern gate of Etosha National Park, this is somewhere that we plan to spend at least a week, but its not that easy for us! While in the UK we received an email from ADAC (the German company that issues our Carnet de Passage), stating that SARS (South African Revenue Service) has submitted a customs claim against the truck, they apparently have no record of us leaving South Africa. Following advise from ADAC we decided to get the truck out of the SADC customs union (consisting of SA, Namibia, and Botswana) completely, we would need to do this at some point before shipping Colonel K home next year anyway.
So we decided to travel to Livingstone in Zambia, the home of Victoria Falls. We had been there before, but we really like Zambia and Livingstone is quite a lively town and there are quite a few places to camp. On the map it simply meant a short drive along the Caprivi Strip, across the Border at Katima Mulilo and the road around to Livingstone, the trouble is its easy to get sucked into what appears a short drive in Africa, on the map it doesn’t look very far, but it is in fact well over 1,000 km EACH WAY! Or to put it into perspective, the equivalent to driving from Calais to Spain, and back just to get some paperwork stamped arrrrrrrrr…….. Oh well, we would make a trip of it, and we have got plenty of time I guess.
The first leg was from Tsumeb to Rundu, where we camped right next to the Okavango River, this beautiful river forms the border with Namibia and Angola, and we took advantage of the owners evening boat trip up the river, to see the sunset and have a beer on board.
As Europeans, its very very difficult, time consuming and expensive to obtain a Visa to visit Angola, don’t ask me why, it just is…… So with the river levels so low at the moment, it was quite frustrating to watch locals literally walking through the river from Namibia to Angola, and back again obviously.
Mind you, Im not sure I’d fancy taking my chances in the water here, whilst it might be a bit too shallow for hippos at the moment, we saw other animals that might make you think twice about crossing or indeed washing at the waters edge…..
But we also saw many kingfishers, weaverbirds, etc along this great river.
There were also a pair of magnificent peacocks on the campsite, these may not be African but they were in amazing plumage.
Continuing along the tarmac B8 road, the next leg took us from Rundu to near Divundu, where we had been recommended a campsite by the Germans in Urban Camp. Oh wow, Mobola Camp really didn’t disappoint, again its right on the Okavango River, but it has been done so well. Owned and built from scratch by a German guy, this place really is one of the best camps we have stayed at in Namibia, its small with only about 8 campsites, and about 6 self catering chalets. There is no provision for food, but there is a bar on an island that has to be accessed via a very rickety bridge (only one person at a time). We loved it here and ended up staying two nights.
From the bar, the views over the main river were of course incredible.
In Africa, its very easy to get blasé about the risks, its not that often that you really get threatened by any sort of wild creature, but we tend to be fairly cautious, (we did come across a huge Black Mamba once while walking in the hills in Namibia), especially when after walking across the dodgy bridge you are confronted with a sign such as below….
And guess what? Yup we had a snake appear just off sandy path to the bar…… best to be cautious I guess.
Namibia, can be accused on being “a bit westernised”, and in many of the more tourist areas this can definitely be true, but once you are on the Caprivi Strip (now known as The Zambezi Region), things really change. Here apart from a few small towns, the vast majority still live in tiny family “villages” usually consisting of 4 to 6 mostly timber and grass huts surrounded by a flimsy boma to protect livestock at night from predators. It suddenly feels like you truly are back in Africa.
While at Tsumeb we met a lovely young Dutch couple that were on a cycling trip around southern Africa, though at the time they were in a hire car and were still waiting for some of their gear to turn up, we spent a really nice evening with them. Next morning we said goodbye and really didn’t expect to see them again. Then half way between Rundu and Divundu, we started coming up behind Jeordie and Ninka, hire car gone they were back on their bikes.
After a quick 10 minute chat, we refilled their water supplies from Colonel K’s filtered tap, wished them all the best and waved them on their way, I’m sure they are going to have a great few months touring on those bikes.
The tarmac road here is smooth (mostly), straight and pretty much empty of traffic, though at one particular “pee stop”, the lay-by was very busy with another couple of tourists.
There are quite a few warnings of elephants crossing along this road, especially in the Kongola area around the crossing of the Kwango River. These are not idle warnings either, just after we passed one similar sign, just in front of us a herd of about 10 elephants sprinted out of the bush and across the road, by the time we reached where they crossed they had completely disappeared, leaving no sign that they were there at all. It pays to be vigilant.
After one night’s stop over in a bit of a crappy campsite just outside Katima Muliio, on the banks on the Zambezi, we had an early start to get to the border at Wenela to cross into Zambia. The queue for immigration leaving Namibia was horrendous, there were about 3 coaches full of pedestrians all needing their papers cleared. It seemed to take forever with only one immigration officer manning the desks!!!! After Immigration (about an hour’s queue), we went to customs to get our carnet stamped, then police, then the dreaded Namibian Road Charges desk (as a vehicle weighing over 3.5 tonnes we have to pay separate road charges). With all this completed we drove to the Zambian border post at Sesheke, hoping that we didn’t catch up the coaches, the border car park was chaos compared to Wenela, we were suddenly hit with wave upon wave of “fixers”, “money changers” etc, we politely declined their slightly dodgy services, and after a bit of banter with a huge 6’6” Zambian guy they left us alone. In fairness if you didn’t know what you were doing at this border, it might be worth your while using one of them, but this was 45th and 46th land border that we have crossed in Africa on this trip, and so we are really old hands at this game.
First we had to stand in front of a temperature sensor, to prove we weren’t a direct risk to Zambia’s heath, then produce our yellow fever certificates, then we could proceed to immigration (no health check, no Visa), after parting with $100 USD for two 30 days Visa’s, we went to customs to get the much needed stamp in the Carnet de Passage, paid our road tax, paid our carbon tax, paid our council levy (yes honestly), and then it was the small matter of 3rd party insurance……. There is no choice but to take the only company at the border, theres no competition here. There were 3 ladies behind the glass in the booth, we it appeared were the only tourists with our own vehicle, the battle lines were drawn! After handing over our Carnet for the engine size, and weight of the truck, the lady dealing with us proclaimed that it would cost 680 Kwatcha (£57.00), “no” Jac’s replied “that is far too much”. “ok 480 Kwatcha”, after consulting her book once more. We said it was still far too much, and insisted that we were driving a private camping car with just us in it. Eventually she got the right hump and told us we must deal with her Boss, she was definitely not happy!! Eventually the Boss, wrote out our insurance disk and charged us 182 Kwatcha (just over £15.00) for 30 days insurance. This might sound like an expensive border crossing but considering that we are driving a 10 tonne truck, the total cost for the two of us and the truck was less than £139.00. The total time taken from Namibia into Zambia was a tiresome two and half hours.
But only just over 200km to Livingstone, so that shouldn’t take long……. About 100km of this tarmac road is horrendous, most of the time is quicker and easier on the truck just to drive off of the tarmac and in the bush, or one wheel on tarmac and one in the sand……… It really is monsterously bad……..I promise you, pictures cannot do it justice.
If you started this “road” with any sort of weak link in your vehicle, it would definitely break. This is the problem with tarmac in Africa, it great when its new and if its maintained, but it very soon becomes a lot worse than the track that it replaced. Give me sand or gravel tracks any day.
We headed straight for our favourite campsite in Livingstone, Muramba River Lodge, our plan was to stay here for at least a few days, but after seeing the state of the place (it had really deteriorated in the last year) and the disgusting state of the showers (and full of mosquitos), we only stayed one night, and instead drove to The Waterfront Zambezi, which while a nice place is very different from Muramba. The Waterfront campsite is aimed at big tour groups, but the campsites are quite far apart so they really arn’t a problem.
What is a problem here though are the Mosquitos, and the Vervet Monkeys……… First the Mossies, oh my god Livingstone has a major problem with these bitey buggers at the moment, we’ve not seen swarms of mosquitos like this since we came through northern Senegal in 2015. The worst place is the bar area, just after sunset, there are clouds and clouds of them, the only thing to do is cover up and use plenty of repellant (Deet is our new best friend). Fortunately despite daytime temperatures of mid 30c, it does cool off in the evening so long trousers aren’t too much of a hardship. This is a Malaria infected zone so its best to be cautious.
Next the Vervet Monkeys….. I love watching any sort of monkeys and apes, especially the young playing and frolicking with each other. I could watch them for hours……… We have met aggressive Baboons (indeed I was confronted by a mother and baby inside Colonel K when we were in Ghana), but Vervets are cute, mischievous, lovely creatures right???? mmmmmmmm
One afternoon the usual group of Vervets were being their usual naughty selves round the truck (we were laying by the small swimming pool), they were swinging and hanging from our hammock (the Vervet’s not me and Jac), jumping on the roof and playing on our table and chairs, when Jac noticed one of them standing on our top hung window (the insect blinds were down), so I got up to chase them away, enough is enough eh. Then all of a sudden the lead male of the group (the biggest one) decided to take offence of me chasing his young clan away, he bloody started running towards me!!!! I shouted, clapped my hands and generally tried to look as big and scary as I could, it wasn’t enough and the little bastard wasn’t backing off in fact he kept coming towards me in a mega aggressive fashion. It was then that I saw his face, oh my god what an ugly brute!!!!! Half of his top and bottom lips was missing and he had lost many of his teeth, obviously in a fight!!!! Wooooooooo scary!!!!!
We have since watched this nasty Vervet attack several tourists as they walk to the ablution block, or sit taking photos of the little cuties playing. All joking aside a bite from one of these monkey’s could be very nasty indeed, its best to respect them and give them their space. The funny thing is a group of Germans and Italians on a “happy bus”, pulled up and parked nearby, as they were setting up their tents, I could see them tutting at us over our “over exuberant” use of our catapult (a loaded catapult is the only thing they respect). They changed their minds once some of them had literally been chased into the ablution block, bags swinging and lots of shouting later. Be ready, be armed!!!!
Obviously while at Livingstone we had to visit Victoria Falls, from this the Zambian side. We knew that it wasn’t going to be as spectacular as when we saw it from Zimbabwe over a year ago, for two reasons. Firstly the vista from Zimbabwe is so much better, the volume of water pouring though that side is much greater, and secondly the water levels are quite low at the moment, having just come out of the dry winter period (most of this water actually falls from the sky many thousands of kilometres away).
So having paid what is frankly a crazy amount of entrance fee (360 Kwatcha, this would have been 20 Kwatcha if we were from a Southern African country), we walked down to the Falls. As expected, though it is always a spectacular sight, the water was hardly flowing over the Zambian side, but still pouring over the Zimbabwean side.
From the Falls you get a great view of the old original steel bridge, forming the border between Zam and Zim, this bridge was commissioned by Sir Cecil Rhodes around 1900, and was completely manufactured in Cleveland, England and then transported by sea and across land where it was assembled into place in 1905. When put in place, the British engineers were baffled by the fact it was 1.5 inches too long, the next morning the bridge had contracted by 1.5 inches and all was well in “Engineer’s World”!!!
We drove across this bridge the previous year and incredibly only one truck is allowed on the bridge at any one time, fortunately in reality this isn’t a huge problem because the border crossing is so slow that theres never a queue to get on the bridge anyway. The hut in the centre of the bridge is the place where lunatics jump off with a bit of elastic tied round their ankles!!!
The other surprise here (tucked away in the bush) is the World War 1 memorial, its incredible how many young men from this far flung post of the British Empire (Zambia was known as Northern Rhodesia in those days before independence) gave up their lives. The picture below is just one of the plaques on the memorial, there were many other names on there plus hundreds of locals (not named).
Then of course there’s the very dodgy memorial to David Livingstone at the Falls, this is an almost comical caricature of the intrepid explorer and was donated by Total (Zambia) LTD, only a few years ago.
So next up we have got that shocking road to do again, the border crossing, and then the long drive back to Tsumeb, but we do have a good week in Etosha NP to look forward to.
If there’s no further blogs posted, you know that “Evil Two Face” the mad psycho Vervet Monkey from Hell has bitten me and infected me with Rabies!!!!!!
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What a roller coaster of a ride the last six months have been.
We parked up our Leyland Daf truck based camper at the Trans-Kalahari Inn, near Windhoek Airport back in March, and headed back to Blighty (UK to non-Brexiters) for the best part of six months. With our home rented out to the Canadian Mafia, it was always going to be tough going, constantly moving from one “squat” to another, living out of our luggage bags.
But of course our family and friends came up trumps, providing a welcome smile as they opened their spare rooms to us.
The whole trip to Europe was really emotional, we sadly attended two funerals. Firstly our good friend Richie, who lost his battle with cancer quite soon after we flew back, his very well attended funeral service was in the stunning setting of the catacombs in Canterbury Cathedral. A fantastic send-off for a very popular and well liked gentleman, Richie will be sorely missed.
A few months after we got back to the UK, my eldest sister Heather also lost her battle with cancer. I consider myself extremely lucky to have spent lots of quality time with her before she very quickly deteriorated, and she got her wish of dying at home with Mike her husband and her two boys, Stu and Pete with her as she passed away. Heather really was a true fighter, and kept going by setting herself goals such as still being around to attend Stu’s book launch of “Don’t be a Dick Pete”. Though I do wonder what she thought of the book as its a fantastically funny but very near the knuckle story of Stu’s relationship with his younger brother Pete, but of course it was also about his parents, and wider family (I had to sign a disclaimer when we were in Uganda last year).
Her next milestone was being around for the birth of her second grandchild, Stan was amazingly born on her birthday………. What a present!!! Unfortunately she wasn’t to spend enough time with her grandchildren. I will always miss my big (little) sister, but I will always remember her.
Enough of that sad stuff!!!!
We had some great times while back, including a week in Somerset with Jac’s family celebrating her brothers 60th birthday.
Next we spent 3 weeks in Southern Devon, in a beautiful thatched cottage that was very kindly lent to us by two of our good friends. This place is stunning and we had the most amazing weather.
The walking in this area is second to none, and we enjoyed very long walks on the Coastal path here, it is truly relaxing. But surprisingly we saw an incredible number of poisonous Adders here, we saw 5 of these beauties in 6 days, mostly on the dry stone walling, but also on the path, lazing in the sun. We’ve never seen so many snakes in such a short space of time, and that includes Africa.
After Devon we met up with a couple that we met in Malawi a year ago, Lloyd and Emily were cycling from Nairobi to Capetown (nutters…..), and we ended up spending a few days with them at Chitimba Camp. This time we met them at their home in Brixton, London, and of course the day involved CYCLING!!!!! We cycled from their place to a wildlife photography exhibition, in a museum in West London. We had a fantastic day with this lovely couple, that ended with us having a barbecue (braii to non-europeans) up on the roof of their apartments.
After leaving the UK in March 2015, Jac and I had been together constantly without a break, so what does a bloke do to correct this? He buggers off for a week on his motorbike with a mate of course.
What could possibly go wrong?………… Well for a start I didn’t take into account that James thought that a Yamaha MT10SP (a brand new all singing supa-dupa naked sports bike) could actually fly. James put this theory to the test about 4 days into our Euro trip in the Pyrenees mountains, when on one particular hairpin bend he decided that straight on WAS an option. It wasn’t!!!!! James left the road at high speed, took out a wire fence and landed on a barn roof about 20 metres below the road. I didn’t see the accident and ended up coming back to find him, by which time the small mountain road was full of emergency service vehicles. Unbelievably Jamesie Boy had climbed up out of the valley below and after a trip to the local hospital was released with not much more that a few bumps and bruises!!! A lucky boy, alas his brand new Yamaha was no more, and James flew home, and left me to ride home from Southern France to England on my own.
Maybe being with Jac isn’t so bad after all!!
Next it was Jac’s turn for some girly time, and she had a great time in Suffolk with her friends Jocie and Kate, though I got a feeling it was a few days of Gin and Tonics really.
We had a great week in the Lake District in a cottage on the side of Coniston Lake, the view from our abode was truly stunning, and once again the weather was very kind to us, with only one day out of the week being wet.
Of course we did lots of walking, including the Old Man of Coniston, and Grizedale Forest amongst others.
Ok so my bike trip with James was a bit of a disaster (but could have been a lot worse), so what do you do? Go on another bike trip of course!! This time Jac and I set off and travelled through France for just over a week, before meeting James and Sam (his girlfiend on his old Kawasaki, as his new Yamaha was smashed to bits) in the far South of France. We then spent a really great week with them in France, Andorra and Spain, ending up in the stunning Picos Mountains for a few days in northern Spain.
Sadly James and Sam had to catch the over night ferry back from Spain to UK, and we slowly made our way back via the coast road, stopping at some beautiful places.
Back in the UK, we spent another 3 weeks in Devon, enjoying some more stunning walks, until…………………
…….Disaster struck, we were walking on the coastal path when I got attacked by a 10 foot long Python, as I was grappling with this huge serpent, a fire breathing dragon swooped down from the sky and tore it from my grasp, unfortunately as the dragon turned in mid air his tail drew across the path, and I tripped over the spiny, scaly tail and before I knew it, I lay in a tangled heap at the bottom of the bank with a badly damaged tendon. Jac’s version of events are very different, she says I just tripped and twisted my ankle……. but what do women know?
The next two weeks were spent on bloody crutches!! I hate Dragons!
Our last few weeks were spent with family and friends in our home county of Kent, and included a lovely day out at Chartwell, the family home of Winston Churchill with our friends Ray and Aileen who arrived in their stunning Triumph TR5 car. Pulling up in that car is like walking a puppy, it certainly attracts the opposite sex.
Once again we would really like to thank everyone that has let us stay in their homes, while we were back in England, and for making us so welcome.
But for now we are back in Namibia, our truck started first time, and all appears to be working ok.
We are currently camped in the very convenient campsite at Urban Camp, which is pretty much in the centre of the city and have restocked our fridge and cupboards as best we can, and tomorrow we head north to the Caprivi Strip and into Zambia.
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