Sunday, 22 September 2013
Saturday, 21 September 2013
Monday, 16 September 2013
The mothers...
Boniface, our Namibian guide down the Okavanga called us the mothers - Eric loved this image on a card which shows another group of mothers in a risky situation.
We kayaked down the Okavango, and down Popa Falls, very risky business for the mothers, Ellen, Lynn, Lindsay and Pru, in Africa.
Fox and Adrian fell out of their kayak down the falls, no damage done (apart from their egos, which I must say they were very good humoured about...).
Lindsay and Eric, and Pru and Keith got down with full marks, and Lynn and I (Ellen) went down with our guides, amazing kayakers, Boniface and Geerhart.
Pru and Keith - ready to go
Lynn and Adrian on the river
Boniface and Geerhart - our 2 wonderful and careful guides (except when they promised the mothers they would have a choice about going down Popa Falls, except when we got to the top of the falls there was absolutely NO choice, we just rearranged who we went down the falls with).
Overnight stopover - note the amount of gear we were carrying
Fox after the capsized kayak on Popa Falls - he looks really attractive in Lindsay's shirt and hat - but he is dry (top half) and relatively undamaged (a few sore spots)
Friday, 13 September 2013
Thoughts from an oasis
Lindsay and I are sitting quietly in the garden at Casa Blanca. I have just typed and lost a Blog, so am setting off again. Along with my 1300 or 1400 images to sift through, I feel the arrgh of the digital age.
It is lovely here, weaver birds are bustling about building their nests in a nearby tree, the sweet, slightly cloying smell of jasmine is drifting across, and alongside the fence the sharp red and soft orange of bougainvillea reminds us again that we are still in Africa.
We are sipping coffee as we reflect on the past amazing four weeks of travel . The 'Family' left a while ago to head for the Airport, so we are alone. Shortly also to enter the airways and fly up the Continent to Europe.
We hope you have enjoyed our blogging, each with a different take on what we have experienced. For Lindsay and I, it is not, will we return, but when. The Africa we know, which both frustrates and makes you fall in love with it, is in our blood, in Lindsay's birth.
For now, the closing moments of a great trip.
eric
It is lovely here, weaver birds are bustling about building their nests in a nearby tree, the sweet, slightly cloying smell of jasmine is drifting across, and alongside the fence the sharp red and soft orange of bougainvillea reminds us again that we are still in Africa.
We are sipping coffee as we reflect on the past amazing four weeks of travel . The 'Family' left a while ago to head for the Airport, so we are alone. Shortly also to enter the airways and fly up the Continent to Europe.
We hope you have enjoyed our blogging, each with a different take on what we have experienced. For Lindsay and I, it is not, will we return, but when. The Africa we know, which both frustrates and makes you fall in love with it, is in our blood, in Lindsay's birth.
For now, the closing moments of a great trip.
eric
Thursday, 12 September 2013
cracked it
Realy, realy, penultimate day.
We are at a classy boutique hotel in Windhoek, after a lovely last night at Daan Vijoen, a game reserve on the edge of the city with quite the most amazing loos/shower block wew have ever seen. . Speedy wi fi here Picture popped in at random. Stand by. We don't leave for the airport till noon tomorrow. eric
We are at a classy boutique hotel in Windhoek, after a lovely last night at Daan Vijoen, a game reserve on the edge of the city with quite the most amazing loos/shower block wew have ever seen. . Speedy wi fi here Picture popped in at random. Stand by. We don't leave for the airport till noon tomorrow. eric
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