Matt & Nat's wheelie big adventure!

Pride comes before a fall

The dirt roads have deteriorated badly and are almost unridable. We’re spending half the day pushing the bikes through thick sand or over large stones, and are averaging just 7km per hour – a full days ride is an exhausting 50km. We’ve both fallen off our bikes – Matt fell into sand and laughed; I fell into stones and cried.

We’ve camped at lodge campsites, at a petrol station, on someone’s farm, and in a dry riverbed (this must be one of the only countries in the world in which it is not stupid to camp in a riverbed). Last night the campsite was overlooking a waterhole and at dusk, as we drank a couple of windhoek lagers, we watched many springbok and gemsbok come to drink. It was magical, and I was happy that none of the hyenas or cheetahs turned up, as the locals tell us there are loads in the area. We’re both very disappointed, for entirely different reasons, to regularly turn down the offer of freshly shot game to buy for our dinner.

We descended into a huge beautiful valley. On a crappy gravel road.

We descended into a huge beautiful valley. On a crappy gravel road.

This whole area (since the border) is all white-owned farms.

This whole area (since the border) is all white-owned farms.

This could be the Nullabor.

This could be the Nullabor.

We are lucky enough to see every single sunrise and sunset. Happy days.

We are lucky enough to see every single sunrise and sunset. Happy days.

Springbok.

Springbok.

Lots of the campsites are 5km off the road down thick sandy tracks.

Lots of the campsites are 5km off the road down thick sandy tracks.

Matt almost ran over this snake. We thought they'd be underground at this time of year, but there are a few around.

Matt almost ran over this snake. We thought they’d be underground at this time of year, but there are a few around.

No kidding. The seasonal winter winds are northerlies in Namibia. Sucks to be us.

No kidding. The seasonal winter winds are northerlies in Namibia. Sucks to be us.

After 500km of sandy roads, we find a sand sign.

After 500km of sandy roads, we find a sand sign.

These crickets walk like spiders and creep me out.

These crickets walk like spiders and creep me out.

More springbok.

More springbok.

1 Comment

  1. Alice's Gravatar Alice
    22 August 2014    

    Super pics and you never need go on safari!

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