Here's a few of my pics of the trip.
They will just subtract from the brilliance of LS's trip report, but here goes anyway.
The feral horses of the Namib. Quite impressive. Now I'm convinced that size DOES matter...
On the drive to Luderitz from Aus, we were quite bored, so much so that we rode like CHiPs most of the way, ducking birds, making jokes, and doing Easy Rider impressions.
The most fun and adventure are often on the roads you want to avoid. AmaRR convinced us to take the D707, a narrow raod that touches the sand of the Namib desert. We were all a bit scared of sand, but hey, we did it anyhow, and it turned out to be the most fun of all the roads we have ridden. Afterwards, with a cold Tafel in hand, we decided that before one can call oneself a true Adventure Rider, one must ride the D707. Just not with roller skates....
Camping at Dwusib Castle. Best camping of the whole trip.
On our way to Sesriem the next day, we saw springbokkies running next to the road, across the road, and all over the place. Made me think of : Why did the springbok cross the road?....
Make peace with the fact that sooner or later youre gonna encounter some sand. I was hoping for later, but it turned out to be sooner. Much sooner. Upside is: when we got to Dune 7 later on, I wasn't scared of the stuff any more.
What is it with DS riders and taking pictures? Out of any 5 pics, at least 4 would include the bike. Now that I look back at the pics I've taken, I see that I've focused more on my trusty ol' AT than on the landscapes. But I just had to take of LS as well, at the Kuiseb Canyon, on his new boney.
Wide open spaces. A Jedi craves these things...
You sit back, relax, hum a song in your helmet, and let the miles fly past. No thinking, just dreaming.
Dune 7 was a blast! When you get over the initial trepidation of tackling so much sand on a bike weighing 210k's, you start to enjoy it, and before you know it, you're blasting up and down the dunes at 100kph.
Ama RR showing us how its done.
Me showing AmaRR how it's done (hardly
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Riding kwats can be fun. But you still go to sleep with a guilty conscience.
When you see a sign like this, you know you are really living the good life.
When we left Windhoek, it looked rainy, and we encountered some light drizzles now and then. But the smell of damp earth was the best of it all.
5 people , 4 bikes, lost of fun.
Lekker.