The Perfect First Day in Namibia
I don’t know what I’d been expecting from Namibia, but it wasn’t that it would be so easy . I felt as though I had rocked up at an airport in Germany rather than a lesser-known country in Southern Africa. Windhoek’s Airport was clean and modern; everybody spoke English; we bought a SIM card and exchanged our money with zero hassle; picked up our rental car within a few minutes. “Damn,” I commented to Dave. “I feel like we’re in the U.S. or something.” We threw our backpacks in the boot of the car, loaded up Google Maps on our phone, high-fived for good luck, and made our way out into the wildness. Just 12% of the roads in Namibia are tarred, and we were fortunate to be kicking off our road trip on one of the best of them. Less fortunately, our 2,500 mile road trip would be spent driving along 2,400 miles of gravel. I just hoped our tyres would manage to stay inflated over that time. There isn’t much inform...