Well screw the Namibian pigs who stole my drone, I’m more interested in the less common forms of Namibian wildlife.
I’m so glad I managed to get a place in one of the in-park campsites. If you’re not staying in the park, you have to be out by sunset. When I booked, spaces were rare, and at the speed things happen in Africa it was a last minute bonus that arrived months after I’d sent the request.
It meant that I could take the 5 minute walk down to the waterhole next to camp, and as the sun went down over the very African scenery (use your imagination – I’m too full of eland and oryx to be able to conjure colourful imagery), I watched the rhinos have a drink, and in the case of daddy rhino, have a good scratch against a dead tree trunk.
Daddy rhino was later joined by mummy rhino and baby rhino. First, they all rushed together to greet each other with rubbing snouts, but as mummy rhino fed baby rhino, daddy rhino buggered off to the other side of the water hole for some more scratching.
And I now sit here eating some of Africa’s easier to catch species, followed by ice cream in 30 degree heat, and with almost usable Internet for once (nope, spoke too soon…) No damn copper can spoil that sort of a day!
Today may have started on a low but it’s improved throughout and ended on a real high, assisted by the delicious Amarula from last night’s lodge, and tomorrow, if all goes to plan, I’ll be in a really swish lodge. Aces!