10 July Sunday Damaraland
We say good bye to Juta, Birgit's mom and it is back in the car for me! I have to work on myself, because I really do not want to get back into dust, sticks for hair, black nails, rough
hands and skin…I’m complaining. It will not be that bad once I’m in! Sammie is
happy and when the car door opens for the first time he is in. He is definitely
not staying behind again.
We stop at Spar to buy 4 days of supplies for our trip through
Damaraland. I cannot go to the store without Andrej and Hugo. I love to have
them with me. They are excited about the menus and help make decisions. They of
course twist my arm for extra treats. We also have another problem: they twist
my arm usually not to buy something, “no we have more than enough!”and then
comes day 4? No we do not have enough!
Namibia is beautiful beyond words. The last 4 years rain were
showered on her, and earlier this year at places more than 1000 mm – the most
rain since 1934. So, she has dressed lavishly with 2-3 feet high rich-golden
grass fields. I personally have never seen Namibia’s dry semi-desert areas like
this. Grass and green cover rocky hills and plains –areas once so dry that one could
not imagine the riches that were lying dormant in the soil – waiting, waiting,
waiting for rain. It is an insatiable feast for the eyes.
We drive to the Northern Finger of God, a rock formation, close
to Khorixas. The more spectacular sandstone rock formation, also called Mukurob,
was in the south of Namibia, but it collapsed in December 1988, the result of a
sandstorm, leaving only debris behind. Mukurob was one of Namibia’s biggest
tourist attractions.
An interesting anecdote: Nama oral tradition foretold that the power of the white man would collapse when Mukurob collapses. A few weeks after the collapse South Africa, Cuba and Angola signed the New York treaty which paved the wave for Namibia’s independence in 1989!
We drive a few more hours and then start to look for a place to
bush camp round about 4 pm. Willie finds a dry river bed and with some bundu
bashing find us a fine camping spot – our first river camping! We pull big logs
closer and make a lion fire in the still of the night under a vast canopy of
stars.
We say good bye to Juta, Birgit's mom and it is back in the car for me! I have to work on myself, because I really do not want to get back into dust, sticks for hair, black nails, rough
hands and skin…I’m complaining. It will not be that bad once I’m in! Sammie is
happy and when the car door opens for the first time he is in. He is definitely
not staying behind again.
We stop at Spar to buy 4 days of supplies for our trip through
Damaraland. I cannot go to the store without Andrej and Hugo. I love to have
them with me. They are excited about the menus and help make decisions. They of
course twist my arm for extra treats. We also have another problem: they twist
my arm usually not to buy something, “no we have more than enough!”and then
comes day 4? No we do not have enough!
Namibia is beautiful beyond words. The last 4 years rain were
showered on her, and earlier this year at places more than 1000 mm – the most
rain since 1934. So, she has dressed lavishly with 2-3 feet high rich-golden
grass fields. I personally have never seen Namibia’s dry semi-desert areas like
this. Grass and green cover rocky hills and plains –areas once so dry that one could
not imagine the riches that were lying dormant in the soil – waiting, waiting,
waiting for rain. It is an insatiable feast for the eyes.
We drive to the Northern Finger of God, a rock formation, close
to Khorixas. The more spectacular sandstone rock formation, also called Mukurob,
was in the south of Namibia, but it collapsed in December 1988, the result of a
sandstorm, leaving only debris behind. Mukurob was one of Namibia’s biggest
tourist attractions.
An interesting anecdote: Nama oral tradition foretold that the power of the white man would collapse when Mukurob collapses. A few weeks after the collapse South Africa, Cuba and Angola signed the New York treaty which paved the wave for Namibia’s independence in 1989!
We drive a few more hours and then start to look for a place to
bush camp round about 4 pm. Willie finds a dry river bed and with some bundu
bashing find us a fine camping spot – our first river camping! We pull big logs
closer and make a lion fire in the still of the night under a vast canopy of
stars.
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