Day 18 – Tubusis to Etosha
Left early today – wooooooooh! I’m glad to move onto something new. I think the rot had set in at Tubusis.
We’re all crammed on a minibus at the moment. There are only 16 seats (thanks Grant) so Susie, Emma, Ian, Becca and Katie are squashed onto the back row. Ian’s pimping it out in style!
Becca’s still on her way to the grave. Her nose is just a leaky tap at the moment. One nostril is completely bunged through. Oli made the joke last night of using her nose as a torch for his tent. She was not amused, and so punched him… good!
On last night, I saw 33 shooting stars. Africa is still in debt to the World however, so my wishes clearly aren’t working. (Oh yes, I’m so fucking moral)
Looking outside. It’s still a Scooby Doo landscape.
I can’t wait to get to Etosha and have a shower. There’s meant to be a huge salt pan which used to be a lake, that has been evaporated by the heat of the Sun. I doubt this happened though. My guess is that the showers at the campsites were once hooked up to the lake, and hoards of smelly, greasy, sweaty expeditionists drained the lake with their extensive washes. I haven’t showered in a week, so am definitely having a long one tonight!
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