I have no legs today when I wake up, despite yesterday being short (50 KM) and rather sightseeing than cycling. Maybe the Namibian tourist season is picking up, because the […]
“When you leave, come to me directly instead of going to the reception, okay?“, tells me the security guard of the Khorixas NWR rest camp as I am packing up. […]
Namibia is not Gabon. You can’t just cycle through the Etosha National Park like I did through the Lope, with a few people saying “oh, and if there are elephants […]
The inhabitants of Junkville didn’t spell a cast on us, and I didn’t hear a single story about “taper le diable”. The devil may be invisible, but the chief Daniel […]