The Outjo recap

So we left Windhoek where we stayed 4 nights instead of one, max two, nights but we're flexible like that. Provided the company is good (and kind enough to house us that long) and in Windhoek's case the liqueur is expensive enough, they made a big tick there, fortunately for them they have the specimens there to get young boys fresh out of the Kalahari’s blood running and to have them totally forget about budget and all those poor man’s problems. I mean we were in a town where if you don’t drive a cruiser you’re about as cool as a grade 5 chess athlete.

We’re facing the last leg of our trip, Outjo to Etosha. My bike is constantly packing up with a blocked airfilter, its odometer has blown its last breath as well as my own and Du Toit's speedometers. My front brake has a rattle on it which I'm too lazy to fix, and Toit's numberplate is held by wire alone.  The duct tape responsible for holding his bike together is failing its task, I'm starting my bike with a screw driver -the key is broken off in the ignition... add to that the fact that he have no headlights, and you will notice we're having lots of fun. The spaces between towns seems to have shrunk because there is no way of measuring how fast we are driving..

Another spec Du Toit has added to his scooter is that it is now without its exhaust, its taken on the sound of a 1200 offroad bike and my scooter is rattling to a sound that resembles the kaapse klopse on a sunny second newyears morning. We are quite the fixture on most towns, in windhoek some of the people just unceremonially packed up laughing. We are thinking that etosha would do well to meet us halfway...

so off we go, never mind bon vouyage... just get there! (just 100km to go!)