Namibia
from June 9th until September 14th 2005

The Caprivi: cycling on a narrow strip of land
At the first crossing of the sandy path Peter suddenly stands eye to eye with a huge elephant bull. He doesn’t know who’s startled more, to bull or he. In a reflex Peter stops and they look each other in the eye , at less than ten metres distance. The fear.... READ ON >>

For all your complaints: the Mopane-caterpillar!
Peter is the first to take a fat caterpillar of a reasonable size out of the bag; he looks at its dark fried wrinkly body and shiny black head, bids me farewell and puts.... READ ON >>

The demonic theft
Peter is furious, in blind anger he runs through bushes, jumps over rocks, climbs on hills, injures his arms, legs and face on the hundreds of thorny bushes that are in his path.... READ ON >>

Kaokoland and the Himba: a visit to the past
Barefoot, only protected against the sun by some goatskins, covered with artfully made metal jewellery, the women half naked and their skins smeared with a mixture of cow fat and red ochre-powder, they build new huts and kraals four times per year. To.... READ ON >>

The Fall (part 1)
A grey mist of dust covers her clothes and body which makes the situation even more unreal. My brains refuse to accept that an accident has happened. I am dreaming, a nightmare of the worst kind. Now I have.... READ ON >>

The Fall (part 2)
After some time, at my insistence, Karin’s head wounds are taken care of. And that is it. The wounds on her face, arms and legs are my job. There is no hot water, no electricity. There are no blankets, no pillows. There is no doctor.... READ ON >>

The last supper
Anxious we keep away from the Euphorbia Damaraensis and the Euphorbia Virosa: the Milkwood and the Rhinowood. These very poisonous succulents, which contain a white milky juice, were traditionally used by the Bushmen for hunting: the points of the spears.... READ ON >>

Wind, water and a broken rib in Windhoek
An ice-cold wind picks up speed from the east and we have to fight hard for every kilometre. After fifty kilometres of ascending gradually and a stormy headwind we have had it: there is not a lot to see and it is almost impossible to enjoy the things we do see because.... READ ON >>

Sossusvlei, Sossusvlei
Actually, it’s not really testing what we do; it’s more like trying to swallow as fast and as much as possible. A little later thirteen people come stumbling out of the brewery, trying to find the exit of the property, which seems to be on a total different place than two hours ago. Somebody must have moved the gate.... READ ON >>

D707
In the afternoon traffic is almost non-existing. At one moment our water is finished and within an hour it will be dark. We have been walking and cycling for over eight hours now and are getting worried. Praying to our guardian angels we look at the horizon, hoping to see a car or a truck full of cold water appear.... READ ON >>