Trans-Kalahari / Trans-Kgalakgadi

So the journey began into unknown territory. I have never been past Rustenburg on the N4-highway. Every town became smaller than the previous one. After filling up my car with fuel in Zeerust, I was still not aware that this would be the last booming municipality before I hit Windhoek.

Botswana, or at least the little bit that I saw, is nothing to write home about. The only thing indicating that you are driving through a little town is the speed limit. There are very little establishments where I felt like getting out, stretching my legs and answer the inevitable call of nature. Thank heavens I’m a man and any tree is sufficient!

After crossing the border into Namibia, you just immediately know that you’re in another country. The landscape is simple, yet striking and as you approach Windhoek, the dramatic landscape started reminding me of the Karoo. Simply beautiful.

After only a few days in Windhoek I am already loving this place. It feels so familiar, but little surprises is around every corner makes it unique. After a night out at Joe’s Beerhouse with other ex-‘Boukinders’ I was told about a condition – Akkedisme – where the Namibian sand creeps under your skin and you just fall head over heals in love with this place. I can totally see this happening!!