Reflections on Namibia

  

Lucy

I climbed the big sand dunes at Sossusvlei. I was the first person to climb to the top because I had a head start. The sand was very orange when the sun came up. It was hard to get up but easy to get down. We got down by sliding on our bottoms and running; you can’t run down straight without turing into a somersault, so we ran down curving.

The African people wear Victorian clothes and have hats that look like horns (Herero Ladies). The Himba people mixed ochre into their hair and the skin. This ochre is a kind of paste they make out of sand. Ochre is a kind of sun cream and it turns their skin orange.DSC01830.JPG

Alisha

I have really liked Namibia, we’ve done lots of things here. I loved meeting the San Bushmen. We had a walk through the bush and a hunter showed us how they set traps for guinea fowl. Daddy made a bow and arrow and the hunters showed him how to hunt for animals. They stick their spare arrows into the back of their loincloths but Daddy had to stick his in the back of his pants, which made him look very silly. They showed us how to shoot at a pretend springbok made of grass. I bought some arrows to use my bow, one was made of giraffe bone and the other metal. They were sharp but they didn’t have poison tips on them. When we got back to camp I practiced with them and I got one accidentally stuck in a tree, they are excellent arrows.

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Gilly

We had been to Namibia twice before many years ago and loved it, so had high hopes as we entered the country. Yet again it has wowed us with is beauty and natural diversity.

The parts that stick in my mind was the solitary beauty of the desert and our time visiting the Himba and San Bushmen people. Both cultures so different from ours at first glance actually served to remind me that what is important to people is the same the world over. The skills these people have to successfully live in such harsh environments is so impressive. I loved seeing their unique cultures and learning about their way of life.

One of the other things that impressed me was how communities, with some help setting up from NGOs, had built campsites and tourist attractions to support themselves. In some places, like in the Kunene, all we saw for hours on end was sand and tourists, although not that many. So it was good to see that local people could generate income from visitors.

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Steve

Namibia is a great country to drive in. The scenery is fantastic and whilst the drives are long, the gravel roads are usually good. We saw lots of people on self-driving camping holidays and the country lends itself superbly to this. Whilst places are remote there are good facilities, lots to see and do and it’s incredibly safe.

It was great to come back to revisit things we had seen before; see and do new things; and to be able to take things at a slower pace.

I loved being able to spend 9 days in Etosha and visit the park at a more relaxed speed. I felt this way we got to see and appreciate the wildlife better. I could have stayed even longer but I think the kids were ready for a change of scene and we’d also run out of food. Like South Africa, the game parks are incredibly good value. I think this will change as we head into some of the other Safari countries.

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Hunting with the Bushmen.

The most senior Hunter’s face was wrinkled with lines showing his wisdom, experience, a hard life; and lots of laughter lines. Some people just have that natural ability to communicate well without any shared language with body language and facial expressions. He explained how they hunt, use plants for medicine and their way of life in Ju/’Hoansi language (the “/’ ” represents a click sound). We were mesmerised by the sound of the language, with its 4 different clicking sounds that rolled so easily off his tongue. Our guide/translator Erinie had one of the best laughs I had ever heard, a glorious rising crescendo of mirthful whoops. Her laugh, along with our own and all the other San people there, encouraged him into further pantomimed explanations. “How to hunt an elephant”: was what you should do if you see one while hunting……run away as quickly as you can! DSC03141.JPGDSC03145.JPG

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We had by chance found out about a “Living Museum” community project in a San Bushman village about 80kms from Roy’s Camp, our campsite. We wanted to know more about this traditional tribal way of life. So along with Jolanda: half of a Swiss couple who are riding their motorbikes around Africa, we set off along the gravel road with a sandy 6km track at the end. We drove into their modern village, the usual mix of mud and corrugated iron huts where we found a smart sign saying “Reception” under a tree with a table. Here the fees were efficiently recorded for the community’s shared coffers by a young man who couldn’t have looked more Bushman like if he tried. He was shorter than me, with very light brown skin, almond shaped eyes and high cheekbones.

They had reconstructed an old fashioned San village a little way away, with members of the community wearing more traditional clothes, to show how they used to live. Taking a walk in the bush the Hunter told us about medicinal plants, how they set traps for birds, hunt and even about the poisonous caterpillars they use to tip their arrows. Back at the huts the ladies showed us how to make jewellery from seeds and ostrich egg shell pieces. The men showed Steve how to make a bow and he and the girls tried their hand at shooting them. Once again their was much banter, jesting, as well as some very patient explanations on how to do it properly. Back at the fire as we asked questions often 2 or 3 people would answer our questions enthusiastically, leaving Erinie to translate all the answers back patiently. Although most of the villagers didn’t speak English, she had learnt it at school. Singing, dancing, games and healing ceremonies are rituals that hold a community together. Of course that afternoon they were being performed for us, paying tourists, but there was none of the jaded looks you sometimes get at this sort of thing. Just lots of chat, affection and laughter between the generations.DSC03318.JPG

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Life for the San Bushmen, as a small hunter gathering society amongst far more and far larger farming communities, has not been and is still not easy. But the people we met were proud of their traditions and enthusiastic, upbeat about explaining them to us. Erinie had explained that the “Museum”,as well as generating much needed income for the village, also helped teach their children positively about the old ways, as they often came over after school has finished. DSC03307.JPG

The day before we had driven out of Etosha National Park with a dirty truck, piles of dirty laundry and no food. After our 9 days of fabulous game driving there, it was time to do some jobs before we headed north-east into the Caprivi Strip and then south to Botswana. But we finished our jobs in double time when we had learnt about the possibility of learning about the San Bushmen.

Before we could go Alisha had to finish off her school year with a English test. Although there is no formal need in the UK’s education system to test her annually at this age, I like to check that everything is all on track. She passed that and her Maths with flying colours. They will take another break in a couple of months while we ship to Australia, so we have decided to keep this summer break short.

Namibia is divided by a fence due to cattle foot and mouth disease. On a practical point it meant that we weren’t able to take red meat across it southwards and we had to have our tyres and shoes sprayed with disinfectant. But it also delineated between the southern part often with white owned big farms and the more black subsistence farming in the north. Namibia has a very low population density but it is a lot greater north of the vet fence. North of the fence we were back in “real” Africa with no fences either side of the road and small homesteads of mud huts and reed kraals.

Halfway along the Caprivi Strip we turned south following the Okavango river. We spent a couple of nights camped up beside it listening to the sound of hippos grunting in the night. Negepi camp had lots of quirky bathrooms and Steve got a chance of a rare proper night out (I mean one without children that didn’t finish at 9pm. Oh, what we would do for a babysitter sometimes!) with a friendly Namibian tour guide. The following afternoon we drove out to the nearby Mohango National Park along with the Jolanda and Chris, the Swiss bikers, as motorbikes are not allowed in National Parks. Along the river we saw lots of hippos, elephants and many of the rarer antelopes. DSC03326.JPG

It was a painless crossing into Botswana the following morning and just a short drive to Drotsky’s Cabins, also on the banks of the Okavango river. Taking a boat out on the river the following afternoon we attempted to catch some big Tiger fish, which have fearsome mouths of teeth, with little luck but we did get to see lots of birds. DSC03358.JPG

There was much excitement the following morning, as Alisha turned 10. She was thrilled with her presents, most of which were on a Victorian theme: a period of history that really fascinates her, especially the doll’s house within a book I’d found back in the UK for her. She loved the BBC’s Pride and Prejudice series, the one with Colin Firth, I introduced her to a while back. She isn’t up to reading Jane Austin’s original yet but she loves the story so much, so she was very happy with Lizzy Bennet’s diary and the characters’ paper dolls. There was lots of “Oh, Mr Bennet!” role play going on all afternoon.
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Tsodilo Hills is a UNESCO listed San Bushman rock art site, we walked off the birthday cake hiking around the site. Many of the paintings on the hills were 4000 years old and we saw just a tiny fraction. Our interesting guide was a bushman who had been born in the hills and still remembered living there with his family before the village was relocated nearby.
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The following morning we took off to the “safari capital of Botswana” of Maun, the entrance to the Okavango Delta, to see what excitement might lie there….

Etosha – Great White Place

The lions had been roaring close by all night. We had first heard them while sat in the hide watching and waiting at the waterhole. But they stayed elusively beyond the red light illuminating the waterhole and from our view at the hide we had to content ourselves watching a number of rare black rhino come down to drink.
During the night we had continued to hear the lions roaring so at first light excitedly we were up and off in the truck to see if we could find them. After driving 2kms down the road we had not seen any sign of them. We were convinced they were closer to camp than that so we turned around and as we were approaching the camp gates we saw them. Five lions close to the road. They were on the move and crossed close by to the truck and another vehicle. They were obviously inquisitive as they stopped to look and sniff the vehicles and their occupants as they crossed. They continued walking to very near where we had been camped the night before. I do not know who was more surprised; the campers now awakening to see the lions looking at them through the fence or the lions in seeing all the humans

   
  

We also returned to the camp in the hope that the lions would now come down to the waterhole to drink. Most stayed some way off but one wandered down for a long drink. We were close enough to be able to hear his tongue lapping the water.

 Etosha National Park is Namibia’s premier wildlife park. Etosha itself is a large salt pan surrounded by dry mopane scrub, sweet grasslands (in the wet season) and a series of waterholes. It is nearly 23,000km square and is ideally suited to self driving. There is an abundance of wildlife and whilst it is easily found throughout the dry season it tends to congregate around the waterholes so we spent our time driving from waterhole to waterhole and then watching the spectacle unfold.


Having enjoyed Etosha before, we knew that as we had more time on this trip we wanted to have an extended stay and to slowly work our way across the park from West to East. However we were going to be there at peak time for tourists. We had hoped to just turn up and stay at the camps and move around as we pleased. However we were advised as we entered Namibia that many of the campsites would be fully booked. Fearing we would not be able to get anything I enquired at the office in Soussevlei whether I could book the campsites in advance. The office had just got a computer and the lady said she could book them for me. She had probably not done this for other camps before very often so I ended up sitting with her on her side of the desk and together we worked our way through her computer system. It was clear Etosha was very booked up but we managed to book 6 nights at 3 different camps. I was a little worried though about whether we had correctly done the booking as my reference number was only number 59 and she did not want me to pay for the booking saying we could just turn up.


In Swakopmund I decided to go to a much larger Parks office. Luckily the lady there said we did have reservations although she was surprised at how the booking had been done. She did say though we should have paid for them by now. So before they were cancelled we paid and together with booking some additional nights on the Internet we had in total 9 nights booked.


We entered the park at the Western Gate and were surprised at the amount of the wildlife at the first few waterholes. Impala, Kudu, Gemsbok, Zebra, Springbok and Giraffes were everywhere but the stars of the show were the Elephants coming down to drink and bathe. They were so entertaining to watch especially the breeding herds with young. They would drink, throw water all over themselves, the. Have a dust bath and finally go for a good old scratch on a nearby termite mound.

   

  

  

  

  

 Our first camp was at Olifantsrus, a new camp that did not have any chalets and was therefore small, and in our view, the nicest of the 4 camps. At each of the camps game viewing did not stop when the sun went down as you were able to sit overlooking floodlit waterholes. During our evenings viewing we saw various game but the most impressive was the amount of black rhino we saw. On one evening we saw at least six. Black rhino are very rare and difficult to see so Etosha must be about the best place in the world to see them. Not that everything was always peaceful around the waterhole. The elephants would often chase away the other animals, the rhino would chase each other, the elephants and vice versa and when the hyenas came down to drink they would chase and be chased.

   

  

Watching the animals at the waterhole was like watching a play been acted out on stage. We spent many hours at the waterhole at Halali campsite and saw lots of things. But this was not a play put on for the benefit of the guests but real life in the animal world. This was brought home to us on the second day we were there. We had watched early that afternoon the elephants playing in the pool. When we returned later that evening one of the younger elephants lay dead in the middle of the pool. We learnt it had become stuck in the mud and drowned in its efforts to escape. The next morning the Rangers removed it from the water to stop it from polluting the pool when it rotted. Everyone was looking forward to the carcass been found by hyenas or lions and to see the spectacle unfold right in front of the viewing area but later that day the Rangers brought in a big grader and dragged the elephant carcass further into the bush almost out of sight. This meant that when the lions came to feed on it the next day we could only catch glimpses of them in the grass.    

  
  
  
  
While we missed the elephant drama at Halali we had our own waterhole drama while out on our late afternoon game drive. We were watching elephant in the waterhole but could see some other vehicles staring into the bush. We drove round to investigate but could not see anything. We moved away to watch the elephants again and a few minutes later a large male lion walked across the ground to the waterhole. The animals can really blend into the landscape so spotting them is not that easy especially when they are laid up for the day. We watched him drink for a while and then needed to leave to get back to camp before the gates closed. As we pulled back on the track there was a large male elephant in the way. The advice of experts is to stop, stay calm and, if you dare, switch off your engine. Been in a 10 tonne truck I felt much more confident than if I had been in a car so I switched off the engine. The elephant kept coming towards us. I said to Gilly don’t worry, it will see we are bigger than it and move away. It didn’t and kept coming closer and closer and as we all held our breath passed just inches from our wing mirror.

  
  
  
  
The campsites each have their own particular features. One of them Namutoni is even built around an old German fort that was built at the beginning of the 1900’s. They also each had there own set of animals that broke into the campground at night. At Okakuejo and Namutoni these were jackels looking for scraps. But at Halali it was something different. Gilly and the kids had been hoping we would see a honey badger in the park after reading that they were one of Africa’s most fearsome creatures, and that morning we had spotted one in the bush. It was some way off though so was only a little dot in our pictures. Not that we needed to have worried. That night honey badgers turned up at camp and were not afraid at all. As they have a fearsome bite it was us that were getting out of their way as they roamed the campsite in search of food.

  
  
Whilst sometimes it was easy to spot game, such as watching 60 plus elephants at a waterhole, other times we would drive for ages looking for it especially trying to find big cats which were more elusive. We especially wanted to see leopard. One morning we rounded a corner and Gilly shouted “Leopard”. And there it was, but it was heading away from us fast. It stopped briefly to look back at us and we could see it clearly in the binoculars. We felt really lucky to have glimpsed it but disappointed we could not get a photo. Five minutes later I shouted “lion”. There was a female lion with 2 large cubs lying in the grass. They were some way away but we decided to wait. After an hour they got up to try and find a more shaded spot. Luckily for us this time we were in their path and they passed close to the truck.

  
  
A couple of mornings later we returned to the same track. We did not really expect to find the leopard and lions again but you never know. We could see a car had stopped on the track ahead and slowed down. A lone springbok was standing alert looking towards us. Following its gaze, Gilly said “Look there’s a springbok kill”. As we looked at it we realised a leopard was right next to it, it must have killed the springbok only moments before. We watched as the leopard slowly dragged the carcass away from the road into cover. It took it a while as the male springbok must have weighed more than the leopard. Now we felt really lucky as after watching it for a few minutes it disappeared into the bush. If we had been a few minutes later we would have missed it. Now if only we had been a few minutes earlier!

  
Our luck wasn’t over though. One animal we had not seen was cheetah which are only present in low numbers in Etosha. I had checked the sightings book at Namutoni camp reception and there seemed to be a prevalence of cheetah sightings on a certain route out from camp. So late that afternoon we set out hoping to catch sight of an elusive cheetah. Less than half way around the drive we came across a cheetah with two cubs on a springbok kill (clearly not a good day for springbok). From the size of the cubs bellies the kill had been made some time ago and the whole family had feasted well. The jackels were closing in and we watched for over an hour as the young cubs kept chasing them away from the kill.

  
  
We loved Etosha and been able to watch the stories unfold in front of us. Whilst it was ” busy” it never felt packed. Nearly all the tourists were driving themselves in cars with camping equipment and it’s a great park for this type of trip. It’s lovely just to be able to sit by the waterholes and watch the animals come down to drink. And if you are lucky you might get to see something really special.