Namushasha River Lodge
- Swimming pool
- Room service
- Free parking
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Travel Blogs from Caprivi Strip
... lengthy wait outside Shoprite, at which point we became a magnet for the others who had been dropped off and also weren’t sure we’d be collected again, Big Mamma eventually pulled up and our hearts began a normal rhythm again. There was more driving. Are you getting the gist? Today is a day of driving. And more driving. And eventually we arrived at Rainbow Lodge.
We put up our tent on the banks of a river ...
... Jon, Nick and I returned to the waterhole after our late dinner and settled on a park bench. We are supposed to stay as quiet as possible but a serious case of the giggles came over us and we struggled to keep silent. Despite the above 40C heat during the day, it became rather "fresh" after sunset. We brought along some tea to help us keep warm. It felt surreal and magical to be sitting under the stars and an almost full moon and patiently waiting the arrival ...
... as the rest of our party was German. We travelled to the ferry at Kazungula to cross the Zambezi to Botswana, where we first experienced the semi-controlled mayhem that is the border crossing; you queue to have your passport stamped in a ramshackle shed surrounded by rubbish, with what seemed like hundreds of locals milling about outside.
Wikipedia calls the ferry a "motorised pontoon" which it is, but ...
hikers along the way of course – big black hairy spider you weigh
at least two ounces, therefore you must go, and you little beetle I
know you have probably been with us since Franschhoek, pack your bags
you weigh too much!
Another 10 kilos of stuff left behind
(but at least 5 sneaked back on board for the next CSPB weight loss
binge) and we left the comfort of proper beds and the world of TV for
the open road again.
I slept as well last night as I have slept since March. The
sound of the rapids and the breeze blowing through the mosquito net must have
been the perfect sleeping aid. With all the curtains open, I am up with the sun
hearing the sound of passing hippos. My boat companions later on this day will
describe the sound they make as what gigantic frogs on steroids must sound
like. The croak and then they trumpet. That's one fine wake up call.
Today, I see more hippos ...