A fairly lazy day took us from Okaukuejo to the cheetah farm sanctuary at Kamanjab, a journey of a handful of miles. Thus reveille was a comfy one, with breakfast at 0730 and getaway at 0830. Many co-travellers commented just how very much like Australia the landscape has become. Perhaps I am now able to take Oz off my bucket list, if I have, in effect, already been there.
Outjo was the first stop, for the crew to do a topping-up stop at the OK supermarket. We punters took to the cafés for milk shakes and wifi. Trevor managed to get a 1100 appointment at the medical centre to discuss his apparent ear infection. This was confirmed by the doc, who commented that he sees at least one tourist per fortnight with this problem, the almost certain culprit being the poorly maintained water quality in campsite swimming pools. Once bitten, twice shy: Trevor has not swum since.
On view in town were one or two Herero couples, exquisitely (over)dressed in such extreme heat, the ladies in beautifully tailored dresses in expensive-looking fabric, and with distinctive bi-corn hats. The gents wore suits and ties with dress shoes. They reminded me of guys one might see on the streets of New Orleans during Mardi Gras.
Disappointment of the day: on arrival at the cheetah farm, we were told that our tour around would be in the back of an open trailer, commencing at 1600 and lasting at least 90 minutes. Furthermore, we learned that for the element of the tour involving the cheetah cubs we were not allowed to wear sunglasses. You guessed it. I had to miss out, and yes, on return the others confirmed it as a highlight of the trip. Life's a bitch, and then ....
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