My journal. Africa Trip, March 9 – April 6, 2016
The strangest thing about flying into Windhoek from Johanesburg was finding myself at an old-
At the airport the B&B met us with a car insufficient to get us all the half an hour or more into town. We were told that a second was on the way and would be here any minute, but that became many minutes of standing around. But Butterfly B&B was a pleasant night’s sleep:
It was outfitted with a fine pool, where we waited quite a while as Eric needed to return to the distant airport to rent the 4-
Here’s the pool:
Then off to the modern-
The entrance turned out to be behind this. As I stood outside the car gawking it all in waiting for Margaret to return, I was bitten by some creature on the back of my right wrist. Although this central part of the country is not a designated malarial area, I immediately supposed a mosquito, and feared the worst, and still do. Good thing we were all on the Malanil tab regimen. I think I would have had a deal of anxiety otherwise. Now, 11 days later, I still feel fine.
Side note: I took with me a light-
The drive from Windhoek to the Namutoni Rest Camp at the eastern edge of the great Etosha National Park was long but interesting for a first-
This has been the evening of 3/18 and the morning of 3/19. Shifting now to the day, 3/19, at Namutoni Rest Camp.