We rode about 325 km today and it was a wonderous site however the thing that strikes me the most is the Canon Roadhouse Motel just a short distance from
FishRiver Canyon.
On the way back from seeing the second
largest canyon in the world, Henk made us pile out of the truck to sit on some
rocks and watch the sun set. As we sat
in absolute silence we were to think of our families back home. Did you feel it? J
We arrived in Aus, Namibia to
fuel. This village was formally a
prisoner of war camp established by the South African army, holding German
inmates. While waiting for fuel a boy and
2 girls were nearby gazing our way with seemingly utter curiosity. I decide to give them each a small Canadian
gift, a filled pencil case, a hacky sack and a deck of cards packed full of
Canadian information. They were very
grateful.


We stayed at Klein Aus Vista! Yet another hotel that just took my breath away. It had an abundant number of hiking trails. Suddenly there I was on a 2 hour hike in the middle of the Namibia desert. Who would have thought that I would do such a thing but I did! It felt great to get some exercise and even better after a quick shower. To top off the evening, a full moon. The unbelievable view of the sunset took my breath away. Oh and the food, incredible. Most of our dinners began at 7:00 and would carry on until 9:00, although many others would carry on with a taste of port which at times extended into the later hours. As for us, it was early to bed, early to rise for another full day of motorcycle riding and sight seeing.






Rise and shine. On the motorcycles at 8:00 sharp to catch the
Diamond mine tour in the ghost town of Kolmanskop, where residents built
the village for the miners and their families. It included amenities and institutions such as a hospital, ballroom, school, entertainment center and power stations.
I found the last 100 km of gravel roads a bit much this day so I hopped
onto the truck to relax and enjoy the scenery.
Along the way someone’s fuel pump gave out due to the extreme heat; to my amazement it only took
maybe 20 minutes to replace it. Back on
the road in no time. The great thing
about BMW’s; they are very easy to repair when the parts are at hand.
Almost there!
Gravel Roads All Day
Today we traveled 100% gravel; roughly 330
kms. Since this was the second last day
of riding, I was determined that no matter the road conditions, I would push on
through. On a scale of 1 -10 (10 best) I
would say many parts of these roads were a 3.
Now I don’t have that much experience on gravel, but I sure heard a lot
of comments from many other riding buddies on how they were fish tailing
through the sand and soft gravel too.
My hands were sore from holding on ‘too’ tight, but I somehow managed to
keep to the technique; stand up, lean back and speed up when the fish tailing
begins. What a ride!!!
I
believe the hottest part of this day in the Namib desert was 36. The first motorcycle of the day broke down. Again I was very impressed on how the team
pitched in and swiftly determined it was electrical. A quick fix and on the road again! Within 1 or 2 hours another motorcycle had
troubles. The battery had failed. No problem though, Uncle Henk had a spare in
his support vehicle.
We pulled over on the side of
the road where the boys started a fire to heat up our lamb and sausages for a roadside lunch. Out came
the tables and folding chairs. Uncle Henk
& Dr. Mike set up the lunch table while many of us rested in the shade
provided by the truck.
Did I tell you, we eat a truck load of food
everyday? Breakfast, lunch and dinner
every day! We eat, sit, ride, eat, ride
some more, eat & sleep, get up and do it all over again….At dinner time the
question “So what time is breakfast?” is frequently heard. Many, if not all of
us have put on weight. The food in Africa is unbelievable.
Two cultures meet.
This family was travelling for 3 days to get to a funeral, then 3 days back home.
Duane and I gave the teenage boy a Canadian pin and a deck of cards. Although he was very grateful, I think what he wanted more was a cigarette but no one in our group smoked! Sorry.
Made it without a scratch!
The accommodation was stunning; a guest
farm. So you might think, cattle, barns
etc. No way, it’s more like a little
oasis in the middle of nowhere. It was
so strange when the hostess gave us full rein of the bar. Anyone can just go and help themselves and keep track on a sheet of paper to pay at check out.
This was taken from our balcony.
Tomorrow off to visit the sand dunes of Sossusvlei in the Namib desert. Sand dune #45, the most photographed dune in
the world stands at 80 metres high.
Can’t wait.
The Sand Dunes
OMG!!!! How incredible these dunes are.
With the sunrise behind us, it painted a picture perfect postcard with one side
of the dune in the shade giving it a distinctive three dimensional appeal. Over 900 hundred years ago this sand that originated
from the Kalahari desert, landed in the Namib desert
forming dunes.
Before the climb, we need to fuel up on food and water.
#45 is the most photographed dune.
The Big Daddy. 330 metres.
Below the Big Mama that we climbed. 100 metres.
Duane ran down the dunes then took this shot of us.
Eventually, temporary shallow pools of water dried up and all the camel thorn trees in the area died. What remains looks petrified but is simply very dry and burnt.
Peter, Chris, Stephanie, Peter, Marten, Duane and I, Elaine and Adrian. Jim took the picture.
Lizards were everywhere.
Vultures having an afternoon snack.
Henk and Mike rode the bikes to the
restaraunt to have lunch with us, a little shopping then back to the farm
for a snooze, shower, poolside lounging, picture management and dinner. Yes food again.
The temperature reached 41.