Day 7 – Naukluft to Namibgrens
7:20 Just woken up. Tent opened and first thing I see is George sitting there, with a bowl, waiting for food. It’s like feeding time at the zoo… He’s just spat on the floor.
7:30 People are packing up. He’s still sat there.
7:45 He’s still sat there.
7:50 Movement! He’s had to get up for a shower under the rule of Ian. Apparently he’s mucky.
Playing the ‘shooby doo’ game on the coach. It’s really hard. Got Oasis though. Fraser tried ‘Shoot the Chelsea Scum’ to little effect.
Having a bit of a mooch day today. Been in Namibgrens camp al afternoon. The shop is awesome! With a gorgeous smell of cooking roast in the kitchen. I could do with a roast; would certainly prefer one to the stuff we’re going to have tonight… Danny and Susie are cooking.
They have a pool as well. Everyone was really excited ‘til they realised it was testicle-shrivelling cold. I still can’t find anything down there yet. On a good note, bullet nips are fun to laugh at.
Fraser was fumbling with himself, clearly in search of something. I think he was concerned something had frozen off, or maybe it was the ladies in their swimming stuff… Dirty bastard.
Susie wouldn’t go in the pool so we gave her a deal she couldn’t refuse. Scott and I, caped in towels, had to pretend to be Batman and Robin. The deal was that Susie would jump in the pool if Scott and I ran, superhero-style, to the shop, stood like superheroes, ordered food like superheroes, and run back, dressed in nothing but shorts and cape.
We did, and credit to Susie she kept to her word and dived in. My opinion of her is now astronomical.
We’re going on a 2-day hike tomorrow to some mountain huts. Should be good. I feel sorry for Oli and Becca though. The group has split because some can’t do the 2-day hike, and so Becca and Oli have opted to stay with the other three. It’s a pity they can’t come ‘cos they may feel they’ve missed out on something.
Sat under Katie’s sarong. It’s really warm. I may buy one myself. Would rather buy sweets though,
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