We departed Cape Town on an Intercape bus; 20 hours to Windhoek. The 20 became 25, and in the middle of the night we crossed the border between South Africa and Namibia. We were forced to turn over our passports to the South African police, and they handed them back to everyone after the immigration process on both sides. Everyone, except Jen, who stood nervously after watching all 60 some people, including Jon, receive their passports. “Where’s my passport?” The officer shuffled around nervously. GREAT. Then he pulled my passport out of the back of his pants, with a twinkle in his eye. He had been hiding it as a joke! VERY FUNNY.
We took a tour to Soussevlei, sand dunes in the Namib Desert. We had a great time traipsing about the dunes and the dead trees, despite the wind. Jon even climbed the “Big Daddy” dune in record time. Then it was back to Windhoek, where we enjoyed some more game meat and craft beer. We’ll let the photos speak for themselves.