Next, I have to find coolant.
That begins to seem like an impossible task. I visit every campsite and shop in the town and everyone tells me the same thing. “Nobody in Epupa sells coolant.”
I’m feeling a little frustrated. I suppose I could add water to the radiator, but I really don’t want to unless I absolutely have to.
I notice that there is one more lodge at the top of the hill overlooking Epupa Falls. I get on my bike and ride up there.
A friendly worker named Simon comes to the gate to find out what I want. I tell him my story and he invites me into the (very closed) lodge to take a look around his boss’s workshop.
No coolant anywhere.
Then he pulls out a ladder and gets two old dusty boxes down from the top shelf. They are both filled with dusty half used bottles from a million years ago.
From the bottom of one of the boxes, Simon pulls out a blue bottle and shows it to me to read (because perhaps he cannot read it himself).
The label says C…O… O… L… A… N… T…
Coolant! No fucking way!
I almost give Simon a kiss, but instead opt for a hug. COVID-19 and all.
We walk outside and I fill up my radiator with the blue liquid. I give Simon a nice Thank You tip and head back to the campsite to share my good fortune. The guys can’t believe it. Neither can I.
In the campsite, we meet a fabulous Swiss family who are travelling around Namibia together. We invite them for drinks with us on the deck and share stories of our travels. They are delightful people who I’ve stayed in contact with. Marc develops a crush on the 26-year-old daughter, Vicki. I don’t think anyone blames him!
Darkness comes and we head out to get some dinner, which almost kills us – literally.
We have arranged dinner at the campsite next door. The manager has prepared a beautiful table under a palm tree on the river bank. We feel like special VIP guests.
And then we almost die.
Bang!
A clump of coconuts fall 30 meters from the highest palm tree you’ve ever seen and land a meter from Jan Lucas. Had Jan Lucas been hit by it, there’s no chance he would have survived.
Phew… That was close.
We quickly switch tables far from the deadly coconuts, shovel down our food and decide that this is enough adventure for one day. We head to bed and fall asleep to the sound of the Epupa Falls for the last time.
Tomorrow holds even more adventure, when instead of being killed, we become the killers…