On the road again…
Transportation in Namibia requires one to employ a creative combination of mission planning and fatalism. I learned this the hard way, when enroute to the Erongo Wilderness we had not one, but two flat tires. On my first day of driving in Namibia (in a manual Chevy Aveo on the left side of the road), we had a tire blowout at oh, about 120km/hr on the highway somewhere between Okahanja and Karibib. Ordinarily, this would not have been a problem, but when our spare tire started leaking, my Irish laborer and travel companion immediately went into MacGuyver/fighter pilot mode and said, “quick, chew gum and we’ll patch up the tire!”
Namibia = 2. Well-trained former Air Force pilots = zero.
Fortunately, sunsets here still look amazing from the side of the road. We eventually made it to our destination (8 hours later) and had a great hike and hearty breakfast.
Because of the distance between places, there’s just no rushing things here. Public transportation in Windhoek is basically nonexistent, so I’ve relied upon work colleagues, friends, a reliable taxi driver named Wendy (kinda like a boy named Sue), and as of a few days ago, a piece of sh$# Mazda I like to call “White Lightning.” Whatever, I have wheels.
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