Another early morning followed by a game drive to a place where lions were supposed to have giraffe for dinner the day before. We saw none, of course.
We left Etosha on day 12 and headed for Rundu. Our home for the following two nights was Nkwazi Lodge, about 20 kilometres from Rundu. We stopped in Rundu to do some shopping and I didn't like the town at all... Children begging, pocikpocketing, being agressive...
On the way to the campsite we saw a lot of local villages. They looked nice, but writing that, I'm very much aware of the fact that the life there isn't easy at all. What I mean when I say that they looked nice is that they looked so natural as if the 21st century didn't have any impact on them (but really... there are so many places in the world untouched by the modern society...). The life there is rather sad. One village = one family. But you only see women in the villages, with kids, as the men go to the towns to find a job. The women often don't know at all when the men are coming back, or if they're going to bring any money...
The campsite, ironically enough after driving through the villages, was very nice. There were horses, which was nice, but not when you stepped into "something" left there by the horses... Which happened to me, of course. Cleaning shoes without hot water is rather hard but I managed, all I needed was some twigs and leaves... and cold water :).
The campsite was by the river and it had a very nice bar. If you swam across the river, you'd get to Angola. We didn't do this, though.
We spent the whole afternoon in the campsite relaxing. We went for a walk with Jill and then at around 6 pm we went to the bar to see some "local dancing display" (that's how it was called). It was fun, especially when Jirka and some other people were "forced" to join the locals and dance with them. :) They also sang which was, of course, beautiful.
Later, we taught Jill one card game which even I'm able to play :), but the sand in our eyes and noses did its job as we fell asleep quite soon...
We left Etosha on day 12 and headed for Rundu. Our home for the following two nights was Nkwazi Lodge, about 20 kilometres from Rundu. We stopped in Rundu to do some shopping and I didn't like the town at all... Children begging, pocikpocketing, being agressive...
On the way to the campsite we saw a lot of local villages. They looked nice, but writing that, I'm very much aware of the fact that the life there isn't easy at all. What I mean when I say that they looked nice is that they looked so natural as if the 21st century didn't have any impact on them (but really... there are so many places in the world untouched by the modern society...). The life there is rather sad. One village = one family. But you only see women in the villages, with kids, as the men go to the towns to find a job. The women often don't know at all when the men are coming back, or if they're going to bring any money...
The campsite, ironically enough after driving through the villages, was very nice. There were horses, which was nice, but not when you stepped into "something" left there by the horses... Which happened to me, of course. Cleaning shoes without hot water is rather hard but I managed, all I needed was some twigs and leaves... and cold water :).
The campsite was by the river and it had a very nice bar. If you swam across the river, you'd get to Angola. We didn't do this, though.
We spent the whole afternoon in the campsite relaxing. We went for a walk with Jill and then at around 6 pm we went to the bar to see some "local dancing display" (that's how it was called). It was fun, especially when Jirka and some other people were "forced" to join the locals and dance with them. :) They also sang which was, of course, beautiful.
Later, we taught Jill one card game which even I'm able to play :), but the sand in our eyes and noses did its job as we fell asleep quite soon...
PS: The photos will probably come later as a photo album on Picassa web. I have to find the dvd with my pictures first :)
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We played cards there too! Man, the similarities just never cease.
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