Out of Africa
Driving in the desert isn’t just for four-wheel drives; we ended up in just as much sand driving the greens at the local golf course as we did in the truck. Two sets of clubs between seven doesn’t make for quality golf, the entertainment and chipping over the odd Springbock more than made up for technique. The kite surfers cleaned up on the desert greens but lost the momentum on the greens at the pool hall.
Nigel (Black Death) Bowley took the honours for the kites at golf while Bjorn Dunkerbeck brought it back to evens in pool hall. But finally it wasn’t a competitor who took the final prize, Victor Couto may caddy for Bjorn but that didn’t stop him potting the final black.
It had been part of the plan to go on a Safari and with no wind forecast for the rest of the week I headed north to Etosha with Zara and Pete Davis. The roads are so long and straight they would have put the Romans to shame, not really the best place to run out of petrol. Fortunately a film crew from Canada had arrived the day before and were following up behind, not sure this was the ideal way to introduce ourselves to the camera but a tow was welcome.
We discovered Etosha national park for our selves; the trails are easy to follow with no need for a four-wheeled drive, plus everyone is keen to point you in the right direction. We spent hours in search of Lyons and Elephants but while there proved to be elusive, we soon found an abundance of like across the planes.
The highlight was staying over nigh by the water hole; all the animals took their turn to nervously take a drink from the small pool of water. It turned out we were twenty-four hours late to see the Elephants and Lyons, they had been there for the last few night, but had chosen a different pool for our evening.
Read MoreNigel (Black Death) Bowley took the honours for the kites at golf while Bjorn Dunkerbeck brought it back to evens in pool hall. But finally it wasn’t a competitor who took the final prize, Victor Couto may caddy for Bjorn but that didn’t stop him potting the final black.
It had been part of the plan to go on a Safari and with no wind forecast for the rest of the week I headed north to Etosha with Zara and Pete Davis. The roads are so long and straight they would have put the Romans to shame, not really the best place to run out of petrol. Fortunately a film crew from Canada had arrived the day before and were following up behind, not sure this was the ideal way to introduce ourselves to the camera but a tow was welcome.
We discovered Etosha national park for our selves; the trails are easy to follow with no need for a four-wheeled drive, plus everyone is keen to point you in the right direction. We spent hours in search of Lyons and Elephants but while there proved to be elusive, we soon found an abundance of like across the planes.
The highlight was staying over nigh by the water hole; all the animals took their turn to nervously take a drink from the small pool of water. It turned out we were twenty-four hours late to see the Elephants and Lyons, they had been there for the last few night, but had chosen a different pool for our evening.
