So after what seemed like forever, only 90kms actually, we arrived at the Namibian border. This was to be our last country before entering SA so we actually both felt a bit depressed about it, even though for me this was the country I was most looking forward to. It seems the further south you go, the easier the crossings actually get, the only issue I actually had on the Namibian side was that I was asked to pay some kind of road tax, fair enough, but we had no money and they did not take any cards so we were asked to pay at the first town we arrived at. At the same time while waiting for me outside, I noticed a green mambu slithering pass behind Delilah while she sat on her bike at the gates, you know how she loves snakes!!
|the welcome mat|
|Our little tree house|
Bum Hill is a great campsite, not too expensive and you get all your conveniences for wild camping. You even put your tent up on a platform built about 3m off the ground into a tree, this to help not being trampled by straying buffalo or elephant.
As the sun set in all of its glory, we noticed that it had started to rain lightly, so quickly placed our raincover over the tent, these rain storms dont really last very long so we did not bother to secure the tent too much. Boy were we wrong on this occasion, the heavens opened and we experienced the worst thunder storm ever, and that in a tree house, it went on for hours, thunder sounding every few seconds like we were in the clouds, we had to hold on to the tent for fear of it blowing away, even the alarm on the bike was sounded due to the violent nature of the storm...........but we survived and this was definitely something we would not forget for a while.
|Elephants, what elephants?|
|Oh boy, here we go again|
|The remains of our stormy night after 'securing' the tent|
|The view from our little tree house|