It all started on Dune 7

I am now in Northern Namibia, a mining town called Tsumeb (for you geologist types it has crazy types of minerals, for me I have not noticed). I at the moment have been hitch hiking across this great desert country. I arrived 3 days ago down, after 30 hrs of bus transport from the South coast of South Africa thru Cape Town and into Namibia at a very touristy town Swakopmund- an old German port- and hiked out and up a big set of dunes it was something else to be on top and surrounded by 100 ft dunes with nothing but desert to see. While on top of Dune 7 I met some Canuck teachers from Cairo who were at the end of their own safari, and from them I arranged a trip the next morning back into the heart of Namibia away from all the Adventure tourism.

The next morning I awoke at 5:30 before the sun was up, and luckily caught the Canadians on their way out of town, soon after I was dropped by the side of the road, and the start of another road leading north. I was worried hitching would be hard and I would be stranded in the desert for the rest of the day. One minute later I was in a taxi heading north. By noon, I was here in Tsumeb, but it was saturday and the entire town closed down at noon, so I made arrangements for a safari on Monday, and then headed back off to hitch out to the very north of the country just ~50 miles south of Angola, which I eventually reached at sundown to stay at a community based museum. I slept in one of the traditional huts they had on display. And the next morning attended a Church service in Okwabano, the local language that I do not understand at all, held at the site of the first mission church in Northern namibia, I was asked to address the congregation as they do not usually have White people attend. People were confused why I was there, as was I to a certain extent, but it was interesting. Soon I packed up and was back on the road.

On the main road I hoped to hitch a ride back south to Tsumeb inorder to make my Safari, but b/c it is the end of the holiday season every car was full of people returning to life in the SOuthern cities from their homesteads in the north. It took me about an hour before a bakkie (small pickup truck) was willing/able to pick me up. I road the 260 kms back to Tsumeb on the back of this truck with 5-6 Namibians, it was fun except for the short stint of rain. But i arrived back in Tsumeb, with an afternoon ahead of me. I found a hostel, and then went off to wander the town, ending up playing cricket with a random group of townies, on the main park (UN Park) who later smoked weed in the middle of the park, that was interesting. We then wandered town, and I headed back to my lodge for dinner. After dinner I sat out with the owner and her friends and eventually joined them to drive out through the local township (poor black squatting community) for them to buy some contraband, and then went off to smoke a hooka at one guys house it was nice, very quite here in the night but still hot with desert heat.

This morning(monday) I awoke to find out my safari has been canceled, and so now I am hoping to head off to see the Largest meterorite on the earth and then make my way out to Namibia and Victoria Falls, hopefully catching a sight of hippos and buffalo in the Okavanga River on the way. Im just trying to live my life like whatev, and it is good.