To the Bar!
Trip Start Mar 13, 2010
45Trip End Feb 13, 2011
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For you to fully appreciate our quandary I should first describe our location to you. Spitzkoppe Hills is a beautiful, if small, national park located in Western Namibia; it has huge outcrops made up of fantastically red-coloured rocks that rise up around the camping areas. We were camping about 2kms from the park entrance, and a further 5kms from the nearest town
Whilst the majority of people had gone climbing in the hills in the afternoon, the three younger guys on our trip (commonly known as 'the boys’), Mark, Will and Dan, had gone for a wander down to the entrance of the park to talk to the park guards. It turned out that, for the price of 10 Namibian Dollars (roughly one British pound) per person, the guards were happy to pick us up in their car from the park, ferry us to the nearest local bar showing the match, then bring us back later in the evening. All we had to do was supply them with how many people wanted to go, and get dinner sorted early so we could get to the bar before kick-off! So whilst cook group got going on that nights meal, the boys headed off to let the park guards know that we would take up their offer and that we would need to fit in a mere 17 people into their car. Now 17 may sound like a lot of people to fit into a car even, as we later discovered upon the guards arrival, if that car is a large hatchback style vehicle. However, people who think like that have clearly never been to anywhere in Africa…
The guards arrived just before we had finished dinner, and were rewarded for their unusual punctuality with a slap up meal before our departure
I think, as everyone knows now, that in hindsight the journey was a better experience than the football. However, despite the fact we were traveling with two Americans – although Chad and Xi didn’t rub the result in nearly as much as they could and maybe should have - a good night was had by all. On the return journey to camp there were rousing renditions of every patriotic song imaginable from God Save the Queen through to Swing Low. We would have even sung the Star Spangled Banner if either Chad or Xi had known the words to their national anthem…shame on them!
When we got back to our camp we found that the girls who hadn’t come with us, plus our tour leader, Iain (who is Scottish, so has no interest in major football tournaments), and our driver, Steve, had sat around the fire all night drinking Amarula hot chocolate. By this point everyone had had plenty to drink and we were all ready for bed. For tomorrow held another drive day – we were heading for Swakopmund, Calamari and financial fraud!