track our trek

we spent a night bush camping in spitzkoppe, a georgoeus part of the desert full of dramatic rock formations...we took a short hike to bushman's paradise, where we could see old rock paintings left by bushmen who used to live out there...daryll opted to stay behind and nurse his broken ribs...a wise decision since it turned out to be quite a steep climb to the caves. spitzkoppe was one of the only campsites which offered no amenities, except a bush toilet...hilarious. but as the truck was amply supplied, and we'd stocked up on spirits, there were no worries as we watched the sunset from the rocks drinking amarula. as the weather was perfect, we opted not to pitch tents, and to sleep out under the stars on top of  a huge rock instead (i must admit i was a bit wary of scorpions or other desert creatures crawling into my sleeping bag in search of a warm spot, but i decided to give it a try)...around 2am we regretted that decision, when we had get up and scramble down the rock in the rain! the only shelter we could find out there was peter tosh, so all 12 of us laid out our sleeping bags under the truck to pass the rest of the night...ahh the smell of diesel...jokes! that's the last time we decided against pitching tents!