Day Fifty Two – Back to Etosha

With heads lacking a little clarity after a litre of wine each we set off for Etosha again. Five hours later after retracing those broken-tyred steps we had taken just a few days earlier, we had enjoyed a spot of early dinner in Outjo and now found ourselves a few kilometres from the park gates.

We were being tight again and as such, tonight we were bush-camping. We found what looked to be a quiet little F road just two kilometres from the gate. As we turned into it lorry appeared from nowhere coming towards it. We bottled it and reversed back out. As the guys pulled up we saw the driver had a Liverpool shirt on. Five minutes later, after an exchange of hellos, a discussion of birth places and an insight into our scrooge-like camping desires he’d given us directions to the best spot to camp and that we had his permission and no one would bother us. Football is a universal language.