This was one of the longest legs of the journey and we definitely didn’t set aside enough time. We pushed ole Bess hard down the gravel and encountered many on the side of the road either broken down or replacing flat tires. One of whom was the diesel truck that services all of these little back woods communities. We saw lots of wildlife along the way as well. It got to the point where we’d say, “Hey kids, look a herd of springbok,” and they’d just mumble and go back to their video games. When we finally got to Sesreim and pulled into the station there, it was again getting toward evening. We asked the attendant if he had diesel today and he looked at us like we were from the moon, “We have diesel every day.” Guess they get serviced by a different truck. The attendant also noticed that the right rear tire was going flat. It was beginning to look like a theme with this right rear tire. So, another half hour or so to pull it off, plug it and put it back on. In the mean time who should pull up but our Swiss lady friends even though they had left Namtib hours before we had.
We all arrived at the check-in to the campsite together. Of course our reservation had been screwed up, we’re talking government employees here, but not as badly as the Swiss ladies’ reservation—they had no campsite assigned to them at all (oops, their name was listed on the back of the reservation sheet and no one had noticed it). So, we offered to share if it couldn’t get straightened out. We left them there to get it all sorted and headed for our site because we were losing light fast.
We hurriedly set up camp and while we were in the midst of getting our dinner ready, a lovely springbok bourguignon that Reid had made at home and frozen for the trip, our lady friends drove up and once again requested to share a site with us. They offered to pay for their part in Swiss chocolate and we heartily accepted.
The facilities here were probably the poorest we’d experienced on our trip due to the fact that this is run by the government and gets a great deal of usage, but the showers were still hot and there was even a swimming pool (a bit green with algae). As we made ready to bed down for the evening we spotted a couple of jackals circling our site, attracted no doubt by the smell of that springbok bourguignon. I was glad I had been assigned to the roof top tent for the night.
We all arrived at the check-in to the campsite together. Of course our reservation had been screwed up, we’re talking government employees here, but not as badly as the Swiss ladies’ reservation—they had no campsite assigned to them at all (oops, their name was listed on the back of the reservation sheet and no one had noticed it). So, we offered to share if it couldn’t get straightened out. We left them there to get it all sorted and headed for our site because we were losing light fast.
We hurriedly set up camp and while we were in the midst of getting our dinner ready, a lovely springbok bourguignon that Reid had made at home and frozen for the trip, our lady friends drove up and once again requested to share a site with us. They offered to pay for their part in Swiss chocolate and we heartily accepted.
The facilities here were probably the poorest we’d experienced on our trip due to the fact that this is run by the government and gets a great deal of usage, but the showers were still hot and there was even a swimming pool (a bit green with algae). As we made ready to bed down for the evening we spotted a couple of jackals circling our site, attracted no doubt by the smell of that springbok bourguignon. I was glad I had been assigned to the roof top tent for the night.
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