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Hennie has a massive farm stall, called Skrik van Rondom, where I met his staff and I was directed to my accommodation, after I was asked what I would like for supper. Wague (spelling?) steak was suggested, so I agreed and drove up to the camp. My accommodation and the view. Spectacular.

The road to Goudkop Bush Camp.

Matilda, my trusted steed and therapist.

Leaving Oewerbos for Goudkop. Sticker no 70 on the Oewerbos sign board. On to Noordoewer border post to get onto the main road south.

I eventually found Neville to settle my account, just to be told that my accommodation, dinner, breakfast and beers were on the house. Thank you Neville, thank you. In these difficult times, it is absolutely amazing to experience such generosity and kindness, and I hope that if any of you are...

I had met Hennie Van Zyl the previous day, and when I saw him just before I left, he told me that I am welcome to stay at his place, Goudkop Bush Camp, in the Redelinghuis area on the West Coast. He had phoned and arranged everything with his staff. Little did I know what this would entail.

30 July 2021 My accommodation at Oewerbos. Brandon's sticker no 2 was still there.

Sunset at Oewerbos with my canine companion.

I am back. From the Nam border, over the "D F Malan" river to the SA border post. Sticker no 69. RPA Covid test at SA border and I was on my way to Oewerbos. I had been communicating with Neville, he had guests coming for his birthday, and could only accommodate me before the weekend. Once...

Currently in Marloth Park. Will update onceback at home.

Last opportunity to put in cheaper fuel, spend the last of my Namibian Dollars and the head off to the border.

On through Aussenkehr to Noordoewer and SA. Sticker no 68 was put up for Brandon.

My gravel travel was coming to an end. It was the 29th of July, on the 16th of May, I took this turn-off to Canyon Roadhouse. It was a bitter-sweet moment.

The last part of the Richtersveld, through the Gamkab Gate, and on to Aussenkehr.

The river level seemed very low. I stopped at a river kayaking operation, but it was all closed up.

The Richtersveld

The Richtersveld and the Orange River. The fact that I was going to be leaving Namibia became real. I was heading home and did not know if I was really ready for this.

Rosh Pinah to the Sendelingsdrif Gate into the Richtersveld. Bjorn had seen the pieces of wood I had on my top box, which I had collected during my trip, and he warned me that they were very strict about picking up anything inside of the Richtersveld, so I duly called the officials to view them...

Saw some elephant dung along the way, but no elephants.