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Travel Blogs from Caprivi Strip
... A being Etosha and point B being near the border of Botswana so we can have an early crossing in the morning.
We stopped for a short break at a rest stop and we had an ice cream, but that was it. No lunch. We were told to pack our own lunch and eat en route to save time since we had so much distance to cover. Then we were back on Big Mamma and we stopped in Rundu for a comical experience. We needed to pick up supplies ...
... on the ground, below eye level? Either way, we didn’t get trampled, and the elephant went on his merry way munching trees in the night. Then there were the hippos, all of whom did a great job snorting and honking all night, and munching huge wads of grass in the water right by our campsite. It sounded like they were having a huge pool party, there was so much splashing and whooping and carrying on. And then there were hyenas calling in the distance, ...
... 8211; the first of many fabulous sunsets. It was almost sensory overload – we’d only been on safari for part of one day and already it had surpassed my expectations.
That night was our first experience of the wonderful food provided all holiday by Gabriel, our cook – everything was prepared whilst we were on the Chobe cruise and cooked over the campfire. Tonight was beef ...
... lock the centre differential and drive with the front wheels.
On our way through Swakopmond we chased up a Land Rover specialist workshop, the address of which we had been given by another Land Rover owner in Walvis Bay. We were lucky they were open as it was the day between two public holidays. We had the axles welded to the drive flanges which will stop any further lateral movement of the axles in the flanges. Cost a few bob, but with worse roads ahead of us I think it a ...
... has ever seen in a
single day...at least any American who is not floating on the Zambezi River.
They are everywhere. The river is wide but shallow. You must watch carefully as
you cruise so that you don’t hit a hippo. Big ones, small ones. In coves, near
rocks, in eddys, in the middle of the channel. They are everywhere.
You cannot effectively count hippos. Some are on the surface
while others are submerged. At one point, I counted seventeen heads in one ...