After a short brake of only almost 1 year, I still owe our readership a few travelogues and a final conclusion about the trip around the world – especially in Africa.
The remote northwest of Namibia is undoubtedly one of the wildest and most spectacular parts of Africa. It is no area of intensive tourism and you need quite a bakkie to conquer all the roads and tracks. One of the most famous tracks is the Van Zyl’s Pass – even hard for professional 4×4 drivers in S.A. and Namibia – I decided to skip the adventure, regarding my old bakkie and my older uncle 😉
Despite skipping Van Zyl’s pass, we have seen incredible desert landscapes like the remote valleys of Kaokaland West or the impressive red mountains of Damaraland North. We went to the Ruacana Falls close to the border of Angola, we met friendly people on our way through the desolated areas of far northwest Namibia.
We left Etosha through the north gate to enter Ovamboland. Ovamboland is not very touristic, so when my uncle kept an eye on Bigfoot, I went shopping and was the only white guy in the middle of hundreds of Ovambos in the supermarket.
From there we went along really bad roads on our way to Ruacana Falls. After the falls we crossed the Kaokoland with native Himba and Herero tribes a few of them dress still like they do since hundreds of years.
We had quite a thrilled time when the 19 year old engine of Bigfoot had some cutouts when we hit the second river crossing with a water depth of app. 70cm!
My uncle stayed relaxed and took some pictures out of the window, he had no better chance because all the time the revolutions per minute went under 2.000 the motor shut off automatically.
But we managed that as well as we survived all the other adventures. On our way back into ‘civilisation’ we visited the most remote and mind-boggling area – Skeleton Coast, where less than twenty people per day (during this time of the year) have over 16,000 square kilometres to explore.
My uncle organized an overwhelming day on the 23rd of February – my birthday in Swakopmund. He invited me for everything during this day, including a birthday present and a lot of drinks.
From Henties Bay via Swakopmund and Wavis Bay we drove back to Windhoek – more than two weeks were over and my uncle took a flight back to Germany.
He left me alone in Namibia and I knew that the end of my trip was coming soon …