Saturday, August 10: Epupa Falls / Hobatere Lodge
We don’t dawdle this morning because we need to pick up our wheel in Opuwo, and there are 330 km of road to Hobatere Lodge, our destination for tonight.
We break camp before 7 a.m. after spending a very warm night in the tent—no need for a sleeping bag. The sun rose behind us, lighting up the baobabs with its first rays.


As on the way there, it takes us three hours to cover the 180 km to Opuwo.
The town is under a thick cloud of dust—it’s quite something. We really don’t feel at ease here.

We arrive at the garage as agreed at 10 a.m. Unfortunately, our tire still isn’t there.
By 11 a.m. Okay, no problem—while we wait, we’ll fill up the tank and grab a few things at the Spar.
When we get back, the tire still isn’t there. We have to wait again... how long?
No answer—it’s really not reassuring.
After another hour, still no wheel. My husband starts to get annoyed, asks for a refund, and talks about going to the police. Suddenly, the manager springs into action and leaves by car to go get it.
The wait drags on and on. A group of young people heading out for a weekend of partying helps lighten the mood and ease the tension a bit.

Phew! At 12:30 p.m., he finally comes back with our spare tire. The change is done quickly, and we hit the road again right away. In hindsight, we should’ve just kept going with only one spare.
As soon as we leave Opuwo on the C35, we’re happy to be driving on asphalt and no longer being jostled around like plums—or, more importantly, avoiding all that dust when we pass another car.
The road is *very* straight, and the landscapes are *very* monotonous. The termite mounds add a bit of relief. We stop for lunch at a highway rest area.


A few kilometers before Hobatere, we go through the veterinary checkpoint—no issues, the fridge is empty.

Watch out for elephants around the bend!

When we arrive at the gate, it’s almost 4 p.m., and we still have another half-hour of driving before reaching the reception. Hobatere is a private reserve located west of Etosha.

As soon as we enter the reserve, we spot animals, but we barely contain our urge to stop and take photos.

We still arrive early enough to do the 4:30 p.m. game drive we’d booked this morning.
Luckily, because there are no spots left—two full vehicles are waiting ahead of us.
We don’t have time to check in, so we grab our cameras and climb into one of the two safari vehicles. It’s still hot today—32 degrees.
Off we go—elephants, giraffes, a magnificent kudu.



