Today was my last early morning
wake up, other than the plane home, that is. We were on the road by 7 AM and
headed north. It was a combination of paved as well as gravel.
By 8 AM we were at the Namibian
border crossing. Each time you come to a border between countries, you must get
your passport stamped at the office of the country you are leaving. Then you
get back in the vehicle, drive a few hundred yards, get out again and visit the
immigration office of the country you are arriving at. We did this 6 times
today!
Namibia has a long narrow section
extending into the north end of Botswana and this is where we drove for much of
the day. The countryside seemed similar to Botswana, but we noticed that the
huts were built in a square style rather than Botswana’s round shape.
I read and slept and read and
slept. Perhaps I missed villages and towns, but Namibia seemed to be more
sparsely populated. We stopped at service stations a couple of times to use the
toilets and buy some snacks, but we didn’t feel like our business was wanted.
For lunch we had sandwiches which had been prepared for us on the houseboat,
and we ate in transit.
We went through a few national
parks, stopped to wet our feet at hoof and mouth disease control centers, and
drove and drove. The day was a long, tedious one.
We got to the boat crossing
into Zambia in good time but were delayed there a bit while we changed
vehicles.
By the time we got to our hotel in
Livingstone it was 5 PM – a 10 hour day. The whole group met for supper one
last time and we shared our favorite experience for each of the days.
We ended
the evening with a shot of amarula, a traditional drink made in South Africa
from the fruit of the marula tree.
It’s been an amazing three weeks!