Brandberg

Stopping for a bit of lunch. We figured out it was a good idea to look out for dry riverbeds on the map. These are usually the only places with trees, that can offer a bit of shade, on the vast plains.





















Washing up some very dusty clothes with an absolutely captivated audience.









A tame meerkat.









Admiring the sunset just like we are.









The desert Elephant is adapted to the harsh conditions of their environment. They dig holes in the dry riverbed and wait for water to rise up and fill the hole for them to drink. Or.... they can just wander in to the camp site, trample a few tent and tear up a water pipe and drink from that.








His name is Alexander and he is the resident Springbok at the White Lady Lodge. I actually do not agree with keeping wild animals as pets in principle..... But Alexander was so cute.
















Some of the rock paintings at the "White Lady" site. Dated 2,000-5,000 years old.








It was speculated that the "White Lady" would prove that there had been influences from the Mediterranean in Namibia some few thousand years ago. However this theory has now been thoroughly discredited and it is believed that the white figure is of no more European origin than let's say the white rhinoceros. They had white paint! Duh!










A rather large Elephant Bull in the camp site area, kicking over dustbins. They are pretty large animals and can be quite aggressive (they kill several people every year) so you make sure you keep your distance. We were told that if you ever find yourself chased by an elephant (you should obviously avoid this situation at all costs in the first place) try to run up on a rocky hill, mound or outcrop of sort. Elephants have very soft and sensitive feet and will not be able to follow you on sharp rocks.









Self portrait of the evening sundowner. We were much more relaxed about the whole "tall grass thing" by now, after looking out very careful for snakes and scorpions the first few days.







Driving early morning from Brandberg to Twyfelfountain (before it gets too hot). Stopping for a break and it is so silent your ears hurts. No cars, no planes and no humans.















They have rock paintings pretty much everywhere. Just stopping along the road you find a hand painted sign and arrow saying "rock painting" and looking under two big boulders you find this!






The Organ Pipes by Twyfelfountain.