To make things even more scary, the marsh area is sandy and I fall twice creeping slowly around the corners.
My ribs are starting to hurt and picking up my bike is getting harder and harder.
After ever corner I say a little “thank you” to the big man upstairs for sparing my life again.
Eventually, after the longest two hours ever, I reach my planned exit. I haven’t seen a single damn animal the entire time.
I’m so relieved.
I put the hammer down and blast out of the riverbed and onto the dirt track to White Lady Lodge, where I’m planning to stay the night.
This has been a lonely day. I enjoyed it, but would have preferred to have had the boys with me.
However, I feel a sense of accomplishment. I did it. I survived. And so did the 500.
I arrive at White Lady Lodge, but there’s not a soul around.
So, I head to Uis and get fuel. That way, I can blast to Spitzkoppe, set up my tent and leave early tomorrow morning to meet the guys in Windhoek.
I arrive at Uis, fuel up and start putting my earplugs in when I hear the sound of a Thumper…
Thumpty, thumpty, thump…
Fuck. It’s a biker.
No. Wait. It’s two bikers.
No. three.
WTF????
Ten motorcycles pull into the Uis fuel station to get fuel.
They look at me with the same look I’m giving them – the “WTF are you doing here” look.
I take off my helmet and greet them. They are all German and one of them is a woman in her 50’s. They’re on a tour together on Yamaha XT660’s.
We’re all so surprised to meet each other in the middle of nowhere that we stop and chat.
Eventually, I decide that I’m going to try to get a room at the same hotel that they are staying at in Uis. The hotel is fully booked out by the bikers, but I convince the owner to let me camp out back.
I meet Bjorn, their tour guide. Bjorn is Namibian born and is simply spectacular. He’s a charismatic, rough and tough kind of MacGyver character.
He generously invites me to join the group on a little excursion before dinner and then invites me to dinner with them.
After setting up my tent, we all chill around the pool drinking beer. It’s an AMAZING way to end the trip and an incredible day.
I didn’t take too many photos because I was probably too drunk to remember, but here’s one of the woman and her suitor on an XT660.