Well, thats what we call a start at 7am !! It was bliss to get up in the daylight for once ! We headed back out of the delta and back to the campsite in Maun - where a big party ensured as we were all clean and we could buy COLD drinks, we ahd birthdays to celebrate and farewell the americans leaving us, and making more space in the truck for the rest of us. Poor Dave was the worst for wear, and Josie and I had to carry him back to his tent...where we dumped him in with Andy hoping he would not throw up on him...
Funnily enough, we had to get up at 5am the next day (someone was going to get stabbed if these early starts keep happening)...and headed down to Rundu, crossing the Namibian border. Again the African heavens opened - thankfully this time during a big drive!! And when we arrived at our campsite we were able to upgrade from a tent to a double room....and I can tell you this was money well spent. As we had our own hot shower and didn't need to pitch a tent in the pissing rain.
The barman at this place was a laugh...self titled "Mr Alcohol"... he drank half the bar himself, forgot orders, refused to let people pay their tab....and had one of the most infectious laughs you will ever see. How much money he loses for the owner is scary - but he is definitely one of the characters we met on our travels.
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