The last couple of days in Swakopmund were a real treat. Her farewell to me a glorious sunset and my toast to her a glass of robust red to take the chill out of the sea breeze. All the while I watched the last rays of light jump off the edge of the world.
What is it with us travellers and sunsets or sunrises? Does it define the beginning of something special and unknown, or is it in the significance of a day coming to and end and with it , our time in a new place? We were all out there on the pier armed with our capturing devices trying to take a little piece of mother nature home with us .
I met up with Grant for dinner at a restaurant called Tugs at the pier. I have to correct my post from a few days ago – Grant is an Australian living in Canada and not from Canada . Sorry Grant for relocating your birthright . We chatted over a delicious meal of fresh calamari and Kabeljou while tour bus after tour bus ferried in the patrons. It is a very popular place and for good reason .
From here it was our goodbyes and off to bed – for tomorrow was my ride up towards Etosha and a early start was the order of the day. I had altered my original route of going up the coast and then cutting across from Henties bay due to bad road reports . So it was liquorice lane all the way up for me. No gravel, no sand just the black line to ride.
I have purchased a very bright lime reflective construction workers vest to wear over my black jacket to improve my visibility while on tar. It seems to work well, for here I write safe and sound from Otjiwarongo .
The first 200 km where very busy and windy so the riding was a little stressful but soon I was out in the forever changing Namibia , starting in the sand…and ending with Vic in the bushveld.
Unfortunatley you lose a lot of the countries natural beauty when taking the main roads. It is far easier riding but far less rewarding. I am going to have to find the balance as I would hate to not see more of the lesser explored .
The ride up took me from Swakop through Usakos , Karibib and then up the C33 ending my day on just over 370 km in Otjiwarongo where I am spending the night in a small hotel on the outskirts of town called C ‘Est Si Bon. A busy little place with very conversational parrots about.
I had a thought while riding today. I think I am going to open a page on the site called ” Vic of the Day ” where it is a picture of the scooter in a place or with an enquiring person. It will keep my eye engaged so here is the first one!
Tomorrow I head up to Etosha for a night or two of camping and safari. I am looking forward to spending time close to nature with her smells and sounds all about.
Until we meet again.