Having a wonderful time with another Wild Dog - Road Hog. Just to clear up, he is the one on the right. We had arranged to meet at Café Probst at 10h00 on a Saterday and we broke the party up at around 15h00. The shop was already closed by that time. They were basically begging us to leave. Other bikers joined us, we dragged tables together and had a time that couldn't be beaten. Was a pleasure meeting Johan (Road Hog). Great guy. And again the wind. During most of our stay in Walvis the wind was blowing south, south west and south east, bringing with it trillions of small, very shiny, like gold flecks in the sun, cursed bits of the desert. Sand. While sitting at the tables, small sand dunes would build up against any object on the tables. That is Walvis!
We did some washing. Then vacuum cleaning to get the sand off.
The R75/5 with another beauty in the back drop. This is life.
A Frenchman on a Ural came to pay Ion a visit. He has been travelling the world sporadically now for about 9 years.
On our way to Omaruru, about 80km from Swakop. Between Karabib and Usakos we had cross winds, within the space of about 40 metres the wind would change direction three times. This happened to us again between Otjiwarongo and Otavi. You have no idea as to from where the wind will come. You are more confused than 10 blind lesbians in a fish pond. Just stick to the white line brace yourself.
