Well this is the second time I have tried to write this entry. The last time the bloody internet lost its connection so my blog was lost in cyber space forever and quite frankly I can't be all that bothered to go in to much detail. After the leopard sanctury we went to the Namib Nakulf national park, which despite an unpromising start turned out to be beautiful. Freakishly flat grass plains studded with numerous groups of ostriches and springbok. Another night under canvas and stars. We then should have had a nice relaxing three hour drive to the sand dunes of Sousousvlei but Tazzy apparently went out for a joy ride in the night and we had no fuel. Quite literally, the fuel gauge was showing empty for two hours whilst we sat in silent dread and comtemplated our slow demise in the namib desert. How we made it to the fueling stop of solitaire only Tazzy will know, but for the girst time in my adult life I fell in love with a car. We went to Sousovlei which is the main tourist destination in Southern Namibia and was a truely manificent place. Theres little point in me trying to decribe the colours and shapes of these huge sand dunes and patterns that the wind carved, as is quite obvious from this blog I don't have the words. You will instead just to wait for the slide show when I'm back (estimated time of slide show ; 9.5 hours). We spent two days there, got our first puncture of the trip on one of the best roads of our road journey, quickly learnt how to change a tyre from the users manual. Another new skill aquired on this trip; its going on the CV.

After Sosousvlei we went to Windhoek again because we fancied some civilisation again. Probably the wrong choice on reflection, but what can you do. Spent a few more nights there. Spent a day driving down to the area around Fish River Canyon, waste of time although we did get to see an African wild cat. Drove back over to the border to South Africa. The night before we had to drop off the car we spent the night near Augerbies National park which has the seventh largest waterfall in the world. Really nice place and wish we had more time to spent there, but we had to get back to Upington to drop off the car. By the time we handed over the keys we had clocked up just shy of 6000 kms in 18 days and I had been transformed in to a world class off road driver. Although I still can't reverse for sh*t.

The same night we got on a night bus and travelled down to our final destination, Cape Town. Stayed on Long Street and we splashed on a double room for the remainder of our days. We saw the waterfront, drank lots of wine, went to Simons Town and boulders beach and saw the penguins and finally saw a football match. But it wasn't exactly the match that I had been expecting. By chance I read in the paper that Manchester United were coming to play the Kaiser Cheifs in Cape Town so we just had to go. Standing in a pub next to the ground, sipping a pint, watching Sky Sports News talking to a couple of die hard United season holders I could have been anywhere in the UK. It was fun though in all. The game could have done with more goals and if anything it was good way to reacclimatise myself back in to British life. The next day we did a wine tour round the wine growing regions, good fun. Day after we visited Robben Island and then, well, got smashed for it was our last day in this great continent.