July 6th: we hit the road again to start our journey south. A long drive awaits us to reach the Khowareb Lodge campsite. 350 km.
We plan to stop in Opuwo to refuel and stock up on groceries.
Before reaching the town, we still encounter many children on the road asking for water or other things. We stay cautious.
At one point, there’s a boy around ten years old making his goats cross the road. We slow down, he asks for something, and we refuse. He’s not happy, picks up a rock, and throws it at the car. We drive away and stop further on to check the damage. The car door took a hit. Obviously, we’re not happy about such behavior, even if we can understand his frustration.
We had to call MichaΓ«l to find out what to do with the rental company—take photos, send everything...
When we arrive in Opuwo, we realize nothing is open. It’s Sunday, and all the shops are closed. We didn’t pay attention to that, otherwise we would’ve done a proper grocery run two days earlier. Women and children hassle us like on the way there, but this time we don’t give anything. We fill up on gas and manage to find a few bits and pieces to buy at the station (luckily). Outside, people are selling fresh fruits and vegetables. We grab enough to cook for a few days, hoping we’ll find more to buy further on.
I wonder how they manage to live in those houses when it’s scorching hot. Tin roofs must be unbearable, even if I imagine they spend most of their time outside... π


The road is still just as beautiful.



We won’t do much today except drive and make stops, and we’re pretty upset about how the day went