Through the Himba and Damaraland

After a significant cooling in the night, we wait until the sun starts to warm up and only get up relatively late. While having breakfast, we are just packing up when we are approached by Joschua, an employee of the camp, asking us where we are heading. Since we are driving in the direction of his farm, we take him with us. During the drive to our next campsite near Twyfelfontein, we learn a lot about Joschua's life, a Damaran who, if he doesn't happen to have a ride like with us, takes over 3 days to get home with 'public transport'. If possible, he goes home for 1 week every 2 months, in between working multiple 7-day weeks. His farm is no longer profitable, everything is simply too dry, and without water, farming is not possible. However, since there are hardly any job opportunities in his area near Uis, he takes the long way to the campsite at Spitzkoppe.

We pass through the area of the Himbas in Kaokoveld, a semi-nomadic tribe, and also see there is a lack of water. Children frequently stand by the roadside with plastic bottles asking for water.

In Omangambo, we say goodbye to Joschua and continue to our campsite, the Madisa Camp, which is completely secluded in the middle of rocks and very uniquely set up and operated.