Thursday, August 15 : Etosha Namutoni / Cheetah View Lodge
The campsite is really very quiet since there’s no group—just French families around us. It feels like we’re in Palavas-les-Flots, minus the waves.
We’re leaving Etosha Park today for Otjiwarongo, specifically the Cheetah Conservation Fund, which is 350 km away.
This morning, we had to pack everything up in the tent, especially our sleeping bags, since it was our last night camping.
We didn’t leave at the campsite’s opening time like we did on previous days, but still before 8 a.m. We’ve become efficient—at the start of the trip, it took us 2 hours to get moving, and now we’re ready in an hour.
Plus, folding the tent without the sleeping bags and blankets inside made things a little easier. Though it was still handy not having to take everything out every morning.
Our last zebras and impalas before heading out.


We pass through the eastern gate of Etosha, Von Lindequist Gate, with a little pang in our hearts. That’s it—this part is over. This park, like Kruger two years ago, has enchanted us, not so much for its landscapes but for its incredible wildlife.

The C38 leaving Etosha is paved, and we then take the B1 heading south.
We make a quick stop in Tsumeb to fill up the tank since we’ve already used up most of the second one. We put in over 100 liters.
After Tsumeb, the landscape becomes prettier and more mountainous, whereas before it was very monotonous. On the downside, there are quite a few trucks now, whereas we’d barely seen any since the start of our trip.


We don’t waste any time because we want to be at the CCF by 2 p.m. for the cheetah feeding.
Before reaching Otjiwarongo, it’s only 11:30 a.m. when we turn onto a beautiful ochre track.
Small nests are hanging from the trees—we didn’t see their owners.




Then we cross through farms and have to open gates.
"Are you sure this is the right way? Yeah, yeah, look, we’re on the path Maps.Me shows!"



After 20 km, I realize the path Maps.Me indicated doesn’t exist anymore.
Actually, we took a wrong turn—we should’ve taken the D 2440 but turned too early onto the D 2433.
So, we had to turn around, which cost us over an hour. The atmosphere in the car suddenly got pretty chilly ðĪŠ.
It’s almost 1 p.m. when we finally take the 2440—it’s right at the entrance of the town. Phew! This time it’s well signposted, and luckily the road is good for the 40 km we have to cover.


Along the way, my husband spots a pangolin. By the time we stop and back up, it’s already gone. Too bad!
We arrive at the CCF (Cheetah Conservation Fund) at 1:30 p.m., just in time to grab a snack before watching the cheetah feeding.


