Ugab Terrace Lodge
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- Swimming pool
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
- Room service
- Continental Breakfast
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Travel Blogs from Outjo
... most of the villages stay primarily isolated from Western cultures. I'm ambivalent about the visit to this village. On one hand it provided some exposure, albeit somewhat contrived, to a traditional tribal way of life, but it also felt like an intrusion. Unlike visiting what I'd refer to as a living museum, these people were not actors, and we were essentially traipsing through their home. Everyone posed nicely for the cameras but I can't help but ...
... of cheetahs! The owners also let us watch the cheetahs being fed, which consisted of a bucket full of raw meat. Whilst we watched them attack the meat, we knew they were not tame and you did not want to be on the wrong side of them!
Our next stop was to see the semi wild cheetahs. These ones we could not pet and we were not allowed off the truck as we drove through the sanctuary. As ...
... travel east in order to get to our night stop
location. Via Khorixas (Korikas pronounced) we drove to Outjo. Outjo is a in
the middle of nowhere little village where we night stopped. The rainshower
(VERY refreshing, what can a human be happy with rain. NOT in The Netherlands,
in Namibia), took out the power. The lightning struck the power supply in the
village, so Outjo went dark completely. Every now and than you saw a light
generated by a ...
... sit nicely, let you pet them, and pose for pictures when they want to, and, just like house cats, bolt up and dash away whenever the mood strikes. Unlike typical house cats, these felines are much more muscular and eat raw meat. Oh yeah, and they are the fastest animals in the world. They attacked their own tails as if they were animals, making everyone laugh. We watched as they ran around the yard ...
... down and hoping someone there knew something about cars. We arrived at Duncan's Farm just as the sun had disappeared and the campsite and famr were eerily deserted. After about 20 mins of waiting and trying to call the guys we had booked with a car pulled up at the farm and out stepped a guy with huge beard and grubby clothes, Duncan, holding the hand of his angelic two year old blonde daughter, Jean.
Instead of sending us to the campsite he took us into his ...