So we're now in Swakopmund, a seaside resort in the middle of Namibia's atlantic coastline. The day before we spent travelling through desert country and spent the night in an incredible campsite on the outskirts of Twyfelfontein ( doubtful spring). It's dry, hot, dusty terrain. On arrival at camp I wanted something ice cold to drink - the only thing I had was a bottle of sparkling pink stuff. The champers was bought in case we happened to be lucky enough to see Lion in Etosha - seen as we had it was time to get the cork popping. I drank so much of the stuff I ended up joining in a game of cricket that was being played in the middle of the dusty desert. Several more bottles followed - thankfully that cup of tea was delivered at 5.30 on the spot - the perfect hangover cure.
Swakop as the locals calls it has turned itself into the adventure capital of Namibia. You can indulge in 30 seconds of free falling from a plane, hurl down massive sand dunes on a piece of board or quad bike your way through the dunes. Or you can take my approach - spend the evening dancing and drinking Swakop style, wave the adrenaline junkies off, and head to a nearby cafe for a latte and a slice of cheesecake.
As I sit here the group are off skydiving, can't say I envy them.....I've had the perfect relaxing day
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