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Thursday, 15 December 2011

Running with the Wild Dog - All Creatures Great and Small

Leaving the camp at the Himba village, near Kamanjab, we drove across to the spectacular Etosha National Park in Kunene Region for two days crammed full of game drives and watching animals big (animaximals) and small (animinimals) by watering holes. We stayed in Okaukuejo and Namutoni.
 Wherever we turned to watch, the scene before us looked as though Noah had just parked the ark and let all the animals out!  (As a random aside, I have just discovered that the word animinimals is in use by a techno band from Belgium).

This was my 13th safari in Africa after Lake Manyara, Ngorogoro Crater, Tarangire, Burigi parks in Tanzania, Hwange and Matopos parks in Zimbabwe, Naivasha, Nakuru, Maasai Mara, Baringo and Mount Kenya in Kenya and Murchison Falls in Uganda, so I wasn't really into striking off 'the big 5' of a ticklist. Instead I was keen to just 'be' in the midst of one of the most amazing creations of the natural world. And I have to confess that Etosha is easily one of the top National Parks in Africa for wildlife!

Here are some glimpses of the wonders of our creation, the rest you will find in the photo gallery in the previous posting or if you venture into the park yourself.

Zebra crossing
Two Oryx
The day of the jackal
Cat napping
The Lion King
They are not laughing
The amazing Etosha salt pan
Hartebeest
Giraffe taking a long drink
All too soon we left Etosha behind and headed south to Okonjima, home of the Africat Foundation, the largest cheetah and leopard rescue and release programme in the world.  We spent one night there and learned all about the work of the Africat Foundation and met some of the kitties.

Nature red in tooth and claw
Cool caracals
Bookends - members of the 'Adams' family
After dusk, I was able to catch up briefly with my friend Beth who leads volunteers at the PAWS project just down the path. Later my fellow adventure travellers and I enjoyed a wonderful braai and swapped tall travelling tales around the camp fire before turning in. 

Our band of happy travellers

The next morning we dismantled our camp for the last time and hit the road.


Soon we arrived back in Windhoek and, reluctant to say goodbye, we decided to enjoy a 'last supper' in style at Joe's Beer House among flaming schnapps and a variety of game platters (feeling a tad guilty after observing these beautiful creatures in the wild....) a great way to end a spectacular Namibian Adventure!
From left to right: Ian, John, Vikki, Me, Jonathan and Petr




Friday, 15 July 2011

No country for old vegetarians

Not that I'm old nor a vegetarian, though I have often contemplated becoming one....oh and in fact I was one once in my early 20s before I came to Africa for the first time. Then I was dropped off in the middle of nowhere for a month in Kenya to do some research and was confronted with the choice of 'eat goat or eat nothing', so very quickly my vegetarian principles evaporated in the African sun.

Anyway I have noticed that Namibia is not a country for vegetarians or vegans. There is a lot of meat around, of all kinds, yes you have the usual beef, chicken, pork and lamb but you also get the dried kind, 'biltong', and an array of game including springbok, gemsbok, kudu, oryx, zebra, ostrich and crocodile. Today I forayed into the famous watering hole of many a Windhoek resident and tourist, Joe's Beer House where I sampled a Namibian Bush Fire platter consisting of ostrich steak, and hefty chunks of kudu and springbok served in a rich red wine sauce with green beans wrapped in bacon and straw potatoes all neatly arranged around a lit shot of schnapps, quite a sight to behold.


Fire seems to be a theme at the Beer House. My colleague who works for UNICEF and I sat at a long table near an open fire. We were in the boma which is basically a large, rotunda open to the night air, only partially covered. In the middle is a huge raised open fire basket made of iron rebar in which large tree trunks are ignited to keep customers warm. It is quite a spectacle especially when the over zealous beer house staff put trunks that were much too tall for the basket into the fire and then ran around prodding and poking the smouldering logs into a frenzy sending a fountain of sparks in our direction. Thankfully my reflexes were in order and I managed to duck to prevent my hair from catching fire. After gorging on meat we indulged further by enjoying warm, chunky chocolate cake served with vanilla cream, berries and ice cream, washed down with the house speciality, a shot of Jagermeister (sounds like a James Bond villain or Frankenstein's brother) a potent liqueur, so if you don't burn on the outside from being too close to said fire basket you burn on the inside instead. Well it isn't a bad idea really on a cold, clear night under a full moon.