A windy night with loose stuff banging and whipped up sand blowing around on the corrugated tin roof meant we suffered a disturbed night's sleep and awoke late to discover a dull and misty morning. The cottage was chilly so Glenn braved making the breakfast and we lounged around until the sun broke through and took advantage of the intermittent wifi in the communal zone of the campsite to search, plan and book more of the Namibia/Botswana trip, which has given us many time consuming challenges.
The other guests checked out and we found ourselves the only remaining ones here, with the campsite and reserve to ourselves. With the clouds rolling past the sun became sufficiently warm for us to spend some time around the pool area and before we knew it the afternoon slipped away whilst enjoying the stunning views from the loungers and chatting to put the world to right, again. Glenn is reading Bill Bryson’s latest book which is, simply put, a rant about how England has changed, in his eyes, mostly for the worse, and we discussed and pondered at length why we agreed so much with him.
Glenn decided this was enough malaise and armed with the camera took an amble within the reserve to a prominent rock named Elephant Rock due to its resemblance of, well, an elephant. Yvonne decided this was an opportunity to enjoy the malaise and sat on the deck outside the cottage feeding a variety of birds with the rock hard rusks which the South Africans enjoy so much.
Elephant rock proved aptly named and bore a striking resemblance to the real thing. It was an enjoyable ramble through the bush and Glenn had it all to himself. On the way back he noticed an almost dry, man made water hole just outside of camp and went to its edge to look at the prints in the mud. There were some rather large hooves or paws, it was difficult to determine, so we may ask Glenn the camp guy if we can take a wander tonight.
Glenn returned just before dark to yet another stunning sunset, which we admired before demolishing dinner. It’s weird how hungry one gets doing nothing.
On reflection today’s weather was perfect for a hike, if only we had got started earlier. We’ve decided not to take the opportunity of the flight with the ex military pilot due to several factors; tomorrow’s forecast is rain, although he’s talked about as a neighbour he is in fact miles away and the flights are between 7am and 9am.
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| One of Yvonne's feathered friends |
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| The camp pool area |
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| Another fynbos bloom |
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| Elephant rock - pretty good huh? |
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| Gecko Creek camp |
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| One never tires of a good sunset. |
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