It’s become common now to be woken by the bush alarm clock; a pair of resident male lions wake us every morning roaring, reminding us of where we are. At about 06h00 we start to unzip our tents for our first cups of coffee. Its in these discussions that we decide on our dayts activities - some choosing to drive while others choose to chill at the waterhole alongside the camp.
Those of us who had not yet visited the northern part of Etosha and the flooded pan chose to set off in that direction.
It is really unbelievable as you approach what you would have otherwise have thought was the sea stretching out for miles in front of you and joining the horizon in the distance. For two weeks now we have been travelling through dusty, dry and parched terrain, now as you approach the pan the colours of the desert and grasslands are suddenly replaced with the white stretches of the salt pan and then many different hues of blue. There are areas where thousands of flamingos are wading close to the shore – yet another wonderful contrast in colour. Camp authorities claim that the pan hasn’t been flooded for 100 years; if so, what a privilege to be there this year.
We agreed to meet at the waterhole at the end of the day for a group photo. This was handled with the professionalism we have come to expect from Goss the photographer! Lots of jokes, laughs and banter as we poured what was to be our last sun downers together at the famous Okaukuejo waterhole. As the light began to fade and almost with stage like precision, a breeding herd of 20 elephant came into site as they marched in single file towards the water. It was quite simply the most fitting and beautiful finale to our Namibia trip.
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