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I cannot NOT write. I think I was born with a pen (okay, today it’s a stylus) in my hand. So, wherever we go (and we travel a LOT), my diary tags along too. So does my tiny #NoFilter Canon SD 1200. And together we create a world from a unique perspective. My perspective. This blog is the world through my eyes, a bit offbeat, sometimes quirky, always different.
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Posted on: 25th August 2018| By: Marielle
Oh my, oh my. Out, damned preconceptions! just like Lady Macbeth’s famous Out Damned Spot! What a really, really pleasant squelching of low expectations. Hardap Dam took us quite by surprise. Admittedly we’d booked into VIP chalets but, goodness, we were impressed. Particularly as it’s an NWR resort and you know our feelings on that….
Posted on: 22nd August 2018| By: Marielle
Sorry, Swakopmund. I just don’t feel the love. This town has utterly lost its early German charm. It is now one great, big, holiday resort. In spite of my laments, we just love The Beach Lodge right on the seashore, designed like a boat complete with portholes, which we return to again and again. But…
Posted on: 21st August 2018| By: Marielle
Engulfing dust, persistent corrugations, shuddering and juddering and bouncing. The speed at which the rented double-cabs (and local drivers) tear along these gravel roads, no wonder it’s like driving over a cattle grid for 60 kilometres at 60 kph. Which is exactly what we did, driving 2 hours due west to get to the Twyfelfonteintein…
Posted on: 20th August 2018| By: Marielle
Sunset panorama by Keith Titley! I can’t claim ownership to such iPhone artistry. I always feel a step behind … Hirsh gets his Gravel Road Adventures Facebook post in waaaay before I get there. A blog needs a little more thought and composure and planning, so by the time you get this, it’s old news!…
Posted on: 20th August 2018| By: Marielle
Love, love, love this place. After Etosha, it is sheer luxury! I will come back here again and again. The drive here was painless. After the park’s eternal flatness, suddenly we had a pimpling of rounded wooded mounds which grew into sizable hills sprouting rock spines and boulders. Ahead, a looming stone barricade of bands…
Posted on: 19th August 2018| By: Marielle
What a finale from the Okaukuejo waterhole! The resounding award went to the bellows and rasping hiccoughs of two male lions saying hi to each other (or firmly re-establishing the boundaries of their respective turf) at 3:00 in the morning. One male sat maddeningly just out of sight of the waterhole, very close to our…
Posted on: 18th August 2018| By: Marielle
Benches at Okaukuejo’s waterhole A leafless pod acacia at Halali’s waterhole which is a bit of a trek into the thornveld and clambering over boulders — luckily so, as the sound of revelling campers travels pretty far! But look closely at those beautiful striated rocks … Sections of the park are immensely dry, but…
Posted on: 16th August 2018| By: Marielle
We loved our “Family Cottage” (one of only two) at Halali; it also gave us the opportunity to do some self-catering. Dinner was stepped up a notch! Meals at the Etosha Camps have been nothing short of pedestrian, with seriously no imagination. And with the abundanceof meat around, vegetarians are the indisputable losers ……
Posted on: 15th August 2018| By: Marielle
While still at Namutoni, a late afternoon game drive to some of the nearby waterholes delivered exactly what Etosha is so well known for … a Noah’s ark line-up of animals — but this time in far larger numbers. It was 4 p.m., 33°C, at Chudop waterhole. At its far end, a herd of eland…
Posted on: 13th August 2018| By: Marielle
A long, straight, tar highway drew us southwest towards Grootfontein, Tsumeb, and ultimately, the southeastern corner of Etosha. This time, ranged outside village fences, were rows of oval clay pots, then upended mokoros honed into different shapes out of rich dark wood. Lining the settled areas stood the most gargantuan sycamore figs, all massive canopies…