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Etosha NP and Windhoek

Etosha was my first real taste of 'Daves Africa'. Etosha is a saltpan surronded by 22,270 sqkms of savannah. It was the wet season so the flora was stunning. For the forth night in a row we were treated to views of lightning storms on the horizon. Fortunately for us it didn't rain at all the whole time we were there. Of the 144 mammals in the park i saw Zebra, giraffe, springbok, jackel, wilderbeest, impala, warthog, duiker, rhino, hyena, lion (just), oryx, kudu, baboon, and cape ground squirrel.





















In Windhoek the storms finally caught up. Our campsite was surrounded by a flooded creek so we had to wade through knee deep water (also why I have no photos) to get to taxis and into town to Joes Beerhouse. The taxi took for ever as it had to go around the creek that never flows and hence has no bridge. Annoying as the restraunt was just over the other side.

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