The towing was moerse intense!!
It was the second day and we decided to fill up in Rehoboth (Namibia), skip Windhoek and fill up at Withoogte. Tracks for Africa indicated fuel and a backpackers.
However, when we arrived at Withoogte we discovered the backpackers have a overgrown garden, no roof or windows, no fence... it almost looked like the fuel station which was non existant!! We arrived there with the Ten sucking on petrol vapour.
So we decided to push to Gobabis, but about 5km outside Withoogte the Ten was empty. Sun was down and the stars rapidly made their appearence. The bush camp idea came up a few times during 'plan b' discussions, but we decided to tow the Ten, on the Trans Kalahari Highway, at night...
The 45 km to Gobabis took us about 1h30min. BIG trucks and heavy traffic made that hour and a half feel like an eternity. Bonuses included a full moon rising over the Kalahari, cherry/brandy mix, feeling of adventure, being exposed to 'who-knows-what' on day two.
We arrived at Xian Quaz camp at about 21h00 that night. David (lodge owner) was busy locking the farm gates when he saw this strange set of lights bouncing towards him. What he thought was a taxi with the driver using a torch as a right headlight turned out to be two bikers... both hungry, thirsty and tired.
We booked in and decided to stay two nights which included kudu steaks, cold beer and sigerettes, beds, big fire place, cement slab for bike check-ups, lots of wildlife... o and he would get some petrol from town the next day.
