Divava Okavango Lodge & Spa
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... were four stalls. The two middle stalls had shower curtains for doors. The two outside stalls had no doors whatsoever. I was directed to the far left stall next to the sink, with no door.
Uh, maybe could I use one with a door? First shower curtain is pulled aside by the attendant. Inside sat a shocked lady. Outside stood a shocked me. No apology. Just pulled closed again. Next shower curtain pulled aside. Vacant. Busted! ...
... the trees about five meters behind Truck A where Tracy, Jerry, Katherine and Vee were huddled in their tents. It might not have been so scary if it hadn't been pitch black dark outside and if we hadn’t been sleeping on the ground. But then again an elephant is pretty tall; I am sure he could have reached the tents on top of the truck quite easily as well. Maybe it’s just easier to notice a big truck with tents on top and not trip over it, versus ...
... Bay. They were two couples and very interested in the truck and our trip. We got a lot of info from them on the highlights ahead and the road conditions as they had been up North and were now heading south back to South Africa. They even gave us a better map of Namibia which was very generous of them.
Namibia is a land of geographical contrasts, sand dunes in the south of the Namib Desert, barren and flat in parts to the North, and mountainous where we are at the moment at ...
... friendly and happy to wave as you pass.
One wonders about the families and the hippos. And, of
course, the crocs. I suppose the children are well educated about the dangers
of these animals. They must be.
At this "Camp" or “Lodge” there is a group of five South
African fishermen being hosted by an Indian guide, a German couple, an American
couple and me. I have lunch with the Germans and dinner with the Americans.
Everyone is friendly and all ...
... and Zulu. Zulu shows the around. I meet “Toff” who is the proprietor but he is off by speedboat to somewhere or other. I’ll get to know him better later, I suppose.
Now, I am in Africa. No more big hotels. No more televisions in the room. Actually, no more rooms. I am in a thatched roof hut of sorts (No. 3), built on stilts, just above the Kamavozu rapids which provide a constant background noise that we can only obtain by buying ...