Protea Hotel Walvis Bay
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- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
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Walvis Bay, lovely little town, had two suites at the Protea Hotel - great in every respect but much like any other hotel.
Dinner in the sea at The Raft- stunning place and food.
Next morning went on the Mola Mola cruise on a catamaran, seal jumped on board that Steve stroked and Neil slapped! Several pelicans landed on board, …
... mouth of the river Swar) and set up shop there - only 30 miles up the coast from Walvis Bay (and 300+ kms from the capital Windhoek). As you will see, the Germans made a far better go of their port area than the inhabitants of Walvis Bay. Back to our adventures... We went ashore, selected our taxi driver, (Emmanuel) negotiated a fair fare and off we went. We "did" all the touristy things AND had a delicious cappuccino and a royal hot chocolate. We set out ...
... the women had an amazing orange, golden shine about them. Their braided locks were covered with mud and they were all bare breasted. Jon noticed a distinguishable odor or smell, and thought nothing of it until we read about them in wikipedia. Being that water is a scarcity in the desert, girls after puberty rarely shower if at all. They use a type of butter and clay to keep clean. There were no ...
... reception. I start putting my tent up as Jess arrives, I hear they have rooms and then they disappear. Once again left to my own devices and to put up a tent alone. I just have time to go to the loo before everyone else is on the bus and kip chases me up. I mentioned that we would have had another 15 minutes if people had followed the lunchtime instructions. After 20 minutes we arrive at a proper canyon. Hobas rest ...
... is somewhat normal and this was only to get worse as we moved south towards Walvis Bay. “We get a lot of fog here,” our B&B man informed us, “at least 300 days a year!” But Dad appeared to be more upset by the landscaping. “Nothing green here,” I heard him mutter. Indeed it was like Palm Springs with the Palms - or the Springs for that matter. Just row after row of concrete box houses. The majority with no garden. Sand ...