Oh, man. This is the life. What a campsite!In the middle of nowhere, in southern Namibia, is a place called Drifters Desert Camp. It is on an about 120,000 hectare (300,000 acre) private wildlife resevere. The camp is just about all there is there, apart from Pete, the Pervuvian-English guide, his Nambian-German wife Francesca and their remarkably peppy 13-year-old dog Francine.
Even though you sleep in your own tent, this hardly seems like roughing it (OK. The sparkling white at the pool could have been a little more chilled.) The tents are under nice shelters, and the bathrooms use local materials with such a flare that they are unforgetable.
What is also unforgetable are Pete's outbursts of laughter _ he sounds a bit like a mad scientist and has the rest of us of laughing with him. And who could forget watching a sunset over the desert, or riding in the back of an open Toyota Land Cruiser at night to spot wildlife. (Doug kept remembering that the wildlife included puff aders and Cape Cobras and scorpions).
Or musical mountain? Who could forget a mountain with rocks so hard that they ring when you toss pebbles at them.
But ..... ahh ... back to the pool.
D&E
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