"Come
on, stop wasting my time, hurry up and give me your passports. In fact,
I am not sure if you can enter Namibia, as the people in the hut at the
gate may have already gone home!" That was our welcome at the
Namibian immigration. "That's ok" I replied, "I'll sleep
anywhere. In fact, can I sleep at your house?" "Of course you
can my dear, it is not an offence you know!" Well, it turns out we
didn't take her up on her kind offer of hospitality, as the folk in the
"hut" were still there and they let us through. Fastest border
crossing we have ever done. Seems to be the trick to arrive when they
are about to close. Only small problem was that we needed to buy the
obligatory road tax for foreign vehicles and those people had in fact
gone home. So we have to bush camp somewhere nearby and pop back
tomorrow. By now, it was dark, so we headed down a side-track towards a
waypoint we had buried somewhere. This took us to a cornfield next to a
village, which apart from the ant's nest we seemed to have disturbed,
was just fine. Working our way through the last of our emergency food
(food was too expensive in Angola, so we had to use up our tins) I
cracked open a tin of M and S Chilli con carne and cooked some rice.
Halfway, through my third mouthful, Rob starts digging his pocket and
says" So, now that we've made it into Namibia, will you marry me?"
(and with that produces a beautiful diamond ring) Oh, my word, I nearly
choked on a kidney bean but naturally, I said yes! Very unique setting
with no one to tell, apart from the ants and some drunk man shouting and
running around the village. Whoa, how cool is this? |