Day 8 – Start of 2-day hike, Namibgrens
Sat at huts after a long slog today. I say huts, it’s a bloody barn, with the stuff they use for cat litter on the floor to sleep on. For some reason, there’s shit there too!
Still, a good day. Leading a 17km (navigating) trek across the Namibian highlands was fantastic. Very hard though.
Becca and Oli eventually came on the hike, which is good as they wanted to but were prepared to give up their place. Fraser decided to turn back. Bit of a tit. I don’t think he wanted to leave the ‘fuck-me freezing’ pool. Danny stayed because of Owen… George and Louise… well…
Back to the present, the fire’s looking good again. We’ve got four trangias roaring away! Bolognaise for tea, yum!
We really are in the middle of nowhere here. There’s boulders all around us decorating neighbouring hills. It’s quiet. No wildlife… yet.
There must be some though. One of the rooms looks like a massive litter tray. I was going to piss in it, but asked before and was told strictly not to. The toilet we don have is so strange. A hole in a plank of wood. It stinks! Well I suppose it is a hole in the floor. If I crapped in a hole in the floor every day I think it would whiff too.
I’m not using that toilet. I don’t want arse splinters. Nick has just advertised the fact that he is off for some alone time in said toilet. I can’t wait to hear the screams… He’s just left early. Looks like the toilet will not be used.
Lawrence has been appointed ‘Scott Minder’ for the day tomorrow. He needs it. He loses everything. Today was his day to lose his passport. Took first malarial today… nice.
The stars are out. I mean out! Never seen so many. It’s beautiful. We’re going to turn all the lights out and gaze for a while soon. I’ve called dibs on ‘The Kite’. It’s mine!
Sleeping outside tonight. Star gazing. Susie and Emma are whinging… babies.
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