Day 3: Tsumkwe - Waterberg (495 km)
Anyone that has travelled from Tsumkwe to Grootfontein by road will know that it is one of the most deadly boring stretches that one can imagine. Added to the boredom, is the state of the gravel. Usually the road is in a horrible state of repair and you and your vehicle literally get rattled to pieces.
For this reason, we decided to turn South off the C 44 onto the D 2893 right after the Vet Fence. This happens about 150 km West of Tsumkwe. From this point, the road winds its way through the cattle farms, along the Omatako River for a while and becomes the D 2844. Eventually, you get to Berg Aukas and on to the main Grootfontein - Rundu tar road about 15 km North of Grootfontein.
Packed and ready to leave Tsumkwe
Heading west from Tsumkwe
Just befor reaching the VET fence / gate we stopped at a Cuca shop which was owned by a lady from Kavango. She was doing a roaring trade in alcohol early on a Sunday morning.
The road through the farms was quiet and isolated. We had planned to pick up a stock of food at the Grootfontein Spar, both for Sunday lunch and for the night's meal at the Waterberg Plateau Park. Unbeknown to us, the Spar closed at 13h00 on a Sunday so arriving at 1 minute past 13h00 didn't help. Fortunately we were able to convince the manager to let us in and we rushed through a shopping spree.
Lunch somewhere South of Grootfontein. Mussels and bread.
With Namibian time once again threatening to bring on early darkness, we rushed towards Waterberg from the East.
Once again it was Hardus that was unlucky to get a puncture along this road.
Having actively decided to avoid the main routes, we again found ourselves on a minor district road that had a few surprises in store for us.
The puncture, the slow going on the road and the "unkind" Namibian time caused us to arrive at Waterberg in the dark. It was certainly a hair raising experience riding towards Waterberg while the sun was setting, in thick dust and on a bad road. We all rode nervously and were glad to arrive at the Park.
There was an argument with Park officials who didn't want us to ride our bike to the campsite. They said that there had been "naughty" bikers in the past that had abused the Park's tranquility. They said that we should park our bikes at the Reception office and walk up to the camp. This didn't suit us of course so we worked hard to convince them of our good intentions.
We were all dead tired that night and coupled with the fact that it was freezing cold, an early night was on the cards