Pictures in my head

My post yesterday was certainly a bit exaggerated in some places, but I had to get my frustration off my chest. Is that making things better?

Last day of our trip through Namibia, Botswana Zimbabwe…

What remains are 2,658 kilometers driven together and countless impressions.

The moments and the images remain in our memories, like those of people standing by the stove in 25 degree heat wearing hats and scarves because they are cold and at the same time we think, finally summer. The images of the sand dunes that rise out of the ground like pyramids, which we also climbed, remain, the 1000 year old dead forest with its impressive colors remain.

These are the people we met: our guides, staff in the lodges: Max, Costas, Otto, Adolf von Britz, or whatever their names were... The “breakdown family” from Bavaria, the Belgians we met twice, Michi and Moni from Switzerland with whom we spent a lovely evening together around the campfire.

The images of the kilometer-long drive through the Namib Desert remain in your mind, it is the animal world that has stuck in your mind, the first elephant you saw from afar and of course the icy herds of the gray cracks that move through the landscape and above all the images of the herds of elephants by the river, wow what moments...

The images of Kwando River on the edge of Mudumu NP in Namibia remain deeply etched in our minds because they are so impressive.

The two days in tent that were so unique...

What remains are the images from the “roadside” of the people for whom the road we were rushing along represents their lifeline; that is where their lives take place and we in our Toyota were only a part of it for a brief moment.

The “paparazzi grandpas” on the Chobe River who ran back and forth on the boat, blocked our view and got on our nerves.

It is the fantastic sunsets, the moments that were there and created only one feeling…

It is the people who were there that made this trip unique and the deep gratitude to be able to experience it with them.

Yes, we went to the falls, yes, it is partly inconsistent, no, I wouldn't drive or fly to Victoria Falls again because nothing has changed.

It's like a combine here, terrible.

Yes, people have become like this because the tourists are there and they get involved in this game and accept it (unfortunately we are a part of it).

Tomorrow we fly home and the question remains: will we come back here again?...

What do you think is the image of the journey for me?

One of all the pictures I posted!