The next day consisted of a very long, very hot drive through the ever-changing and gloriously surreal Namibian desert mountains. Wildlife was plentiful in this landscape that appeared to be so dry and barren that it couldn’t possibly support anything. But when we stopped for ‘bushy bushy’ (wee wee breaks) you could read the tracks and spore of many creatures in the dust.
The geology was so varied and puzzling, colours, textures and shapes that seemed truly unbelievable.
That night, under the shade of an enormous social weaver bird colony, Georgie and the rest of the crew saw a cape fox and a jackal who came into the campsite. Damn – I was in the shower and missed them both. The cape fox returned several times to drink from a pool under the campsite tap, but not whilst I was present.
