Day 319… ok… today is more adrenalin pumping action as i get up and go sandboarding amongst the Namibian dunes. We get to our dune and begin to gear up… boots, helmet, board… then we start the hideously difficult climb UP the dune. It’s a good 20 Minute walk from parking to the top, which was about 200 meters. And I know it doesn’t sound like much… but in loose, collapsing sand dunes its absolute hell on our legs, thighs and hips. Once up we wax our boards and begin our training. I am more nervous here than I was skydiving. But I get down and do so in quite the competent fashion, looking for all the world like I know what i doing here. The trudge back up hammers me and my heart murmur (making most things fine and dandy except rigorous climbing) so I wait till we are ready to jump on planks of waxed up wood and shoot down the back of the dune on our bellys, trying to get up some serious speed. The record for the day goes to the lovely Emily from Canada at 69km/hr… I I’m more controlled using my feet as rudders to turn and bank nicely, but still get up to 49km/hr on the clock. At the end i gather more emails from the new mini 1-day group, have a nice fresh salad roll lunch and return to shower EVERYWHERE because I am covered in sand EVERYWHERE!
Then the afternoon festivities begin.
The arvo consists of a township tour through the shanty town of Mondesa with to local lady guides. In this impoverished area, it is very similar to Soweto in Joburg, but in the desert it gets to spread out a little more, so it is the anywhere near as cramped. We visit an orphanage built by anywhere lady from the ground up and get a lesson in the history of the area, of local fashion, and an impromptu visit from a little 18 month old girl whose name is Innocentia… but that is certainly not her personality. The little cutie checks us all out as well as our cameras and phones, grabbing our fingers to use all nd stroke the oops since her tiny ones don’t work too well.
We then move on to visit a kindergarten also built up from tiny sheds and buckets to the little spot it is today, despite the lady’s lack of actual training. Then we go to a community craft shop with great arts and crafts following a short lesson in the still way cool clicking language. Finally we go to a restaurant of local cuisine and its all quite tasty… except the caterpillars. Horrible things. The end of it all is all performance by an african acapella band/choir who happen to be wearing shirts that match my new african shirt… and so of course I am roped in as the new band member and i thoroughly enjoy it. We get dropped off by our lovely guides (one of which calls me ‘white chocolate’… lols) & it’s an capella final meal of fish afcapellasnd chips before retiring.
Only in our dreams are we free. The rest of the time we need wages.