We were promised that tonight's campground at Okaukuejo would be the jewel in the crown of Namibian campgrounds, based as it is around a particularly popular waterhole. Maryke got telephone confirmation only at the eleventh hour that the group had got a site allocated.
The day was not rushed, not by any means. It was, in effect, an all-day game drive in Malaika, working our way gradually westwardish across the vast salt pan, >4500 sq ks of arid, grey-khaki scrub with a few trees and fewer waterholes. Deserted, and we are, of course, not yet at the true desert. Lunch was taken in one of the gated compounds dotted about - one is not permitted to alight from one's vehicle anywhere else - and the journey completed at about 1600. The campground is indeed very well appointed, almost plush. Facilities are spick & span, spotless, just like home.
At roughly 1800 the call came that the waterhole was fairly thick with wildlife. Apparently, this 'golden hour' is pretty much predictable every single night. Giraffe, black rhino, jackal, springbok, wildebeest and zebra all came to take the waters.
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