Tonight is the last night of the “4x4 camping in the wilds of Namibia” phase of the trip. I can’t say that I’m going to miss that green tent attached to the cab of the truck. No sir. Ready for a real bed again and most of all, ready to be able to escape the heat and dust. Did I mention the dust? I feel like grass-cutting/landscaping Bob from many years back… and yes, ha ha, even my carefully cultivated “priest’s hands” are gone; those of you who have only known prissy dressed-up Bob probably wouldn’t have believed that I would eschew the Oriali and Hiltl and bespoke for desert gear and cargo pants... It’s good to change things up a bit, though—and that’s part of what this is all about—but yes, I am looking forward to being clean again… : )
What is more, these last couple of days have been especially hot and this morning in the shower (showers! a benefit of staying here in Etosha’s swank campgrounds), I realised that my core temperature has probably gone up a few degrees as I kept pushing the cold water tap to the right and then felt deflated when I realised that it was already as far as it would go… Swakopmund’s cool breezes are looking particularly attractive right now…
Addendum: Ok, so that last night in the tent was pretty brutal – VERY HOT – no air flow whatsoever and on top of it, the rains have started and with them, the mosquitoes… little bastards… and SO LOUD… it was possible to hear them buzzing outside of the bloody tent and I spent a good couple of hours battling the ones that penetrated the less-than-hermetically sealed canvas box… wouldn’t have been so bad but in your heat-exasperated, sleep-deprived state, the fact that any one of the buggers may be about to inject you with malaria gives things an added edge…
Addendum #2: Am now back in Swakopmund, where it is gloriously cool here beside the Atlantic, just south of the Skeleton Coast.
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