Welcome 2 hours of solitude, after a rather frantic start to the day . Staring out the window at the Namibian desert, imagining what could be, listening to the sounds of Johnny Clegg.

Inevitably Logistics wants to revisit the mornings events wanting to know the intricate details of how her passport was recovered. As I explain I found it under the cheque book in the top drawer, it occurs to me we have a cheque book. Wtf, feels like the 80’s with all this technology. Who takes cheques! Being on top of passport suggests it was recently used!

Time slows down as we touch down in Windhoek. Somehow the 17 people on the flight have turned into 100 at Border Control. African time, that’s Cape Town time divided by about 10, has kicked in.

Handover of the Tortoise, home on wheels for the next ten days, is painfully slow albeit reasonably efficient despite the duplication of documentation. Thought I was easily distracted! Stock up on supplies and hit the road, using a good old fashioned roadmap for guidance. AGM has officially kicked off.

Turns out it is not correct procedure, at least in this party, to open a beer before setting up the accomodation. In my experience, accomodation is usually the last priority.

Tortoise is more comfortable than it looks, extremely well thought out. Although so far, this living off the land thing is a bit overrated. Ive never worked so hard in my life. I’m going to need a break after this!

Love Namibian sunsets!