Trip Start Apr 24, 2012
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We passed several "towns" en route. Vrede, Bergsig and Spaarwater. All probably the same size as Papendorf. Why the Afrikaans names? I was glad that we did not leave the shopping to be done in one of these “towns” cause then we would have ended up with nothing at all.
The area's name is Torra Conservancy. We still not clear what that means. Who runs it and what defines it. We just know that there are hundreds of these conservancies in Namibia.
Just before Palmwag, we were stopped at a Veterinary Control Point. The famous two questions were asked and we were free to go. While they were writing down our car registration, I noticed them working the meat of what seemed to be a springbok just next to the control point under a car port
On the other side of the gate we encountered our first Himbas. Three females selling curios. We jumped at the opportunity to see them from up close and to possibly take their picture. The teenager said $100 N dollar for photo. When I looked less impressed the old woman said $10 dollar each. So she had a deal. I was able to take the photo I wanted.
Palmwag about 3 km from the vet control point. We thought of staying here because of its reputation but seeing that it was very early in the day we carried on. We passed through Khowarib.
Some 20 km before Warmquelle on the way to Ongongo a police squad stopped the passing vehicles. From what we could gather, they were checking for meat. We got stopped along with 3 other vehicles. As we were last in line, it took a while for them to get to us. Very friendly they asked the normal Namibian questions. One – drivers license please. Two – where are you coming from and where are you going? Having answered that, we were free to go. As we pulled away, they called on us to stop. We had a flat wheel. Bearing in mind that this was smack on the hottest part of the day, we did not look forward to changing the tyre
When we drove into Warmquelle the police that stopped us were all sitting under a lovely shady tree. They recognized us and did not stop us again.
The terrain on the way to, and at Ongongo is strange to say the least. Rugged white rocks everywhere. And I mean everywhere. We followed a small off road through the village, crossed the river a couple of times and eventually reached “Ongongo Hot spring”. We stopped to look in bewilderment at what was supposed to be a campsite. With all the rocks there was no way we would be able to set up camp. Just then the manager appeared to say that we could camp down by the stream instead. Good. Too late the GPS warned that this was “serious 4 x 4 territory”. Already half way down, there was no turning around, we had to go down and Carlos did a fine job of getting Tuna and Lynxi across. Ongongo turned out to be a treat. It has a beautiful natural pool with a mini waterfall. Although not hot, as indicated, it was such that Carlos promptly removed his clothing and went for a swim
Our stand, on the side of the river itself. On either side of us, high walls carved out by the flow of the river over years. It felt amazing. The sound of the stream constant flow put us in a relaxed mood and was responsible for a good night’s sleep.
Having made enough potbrood and roosterkoek, we could have some for dinner and take some with the next day. It went well with the chops Carlos did on the braai. The resident cats had a stand up argument about the left over chop fat.