DAY 4 – PASS THE SALT

Woke up and munched on an egg & bacon roll in the morning sun. Best ever. 

A warm cuppa tea was welcome too. Excited for the day ahead we packed up Tertius, waved goodbye to Check Point 2, and headed off to Etosha Nature Reserve. It would serve as a thoroughfare up to Caprivi Strip. And we were looking forward to seeing some wild things and driving around in the dust a bit.

Not even a kilometer into the park we found 5 lions and their lunch. Yum! Great start. Our list of animals we wanted to see was pretty detailed, but we ticked off several herds of ellies, gemsbok, zebras, black back jackal, giraffe, ostrich, kudu and
a couple hundred springbok. Springbok are the Kruger Park impala of Etosha. They are everywhere. They get under your tires and into your ears. No wait. That was the sand. The sand got under the tires and into our ears. 

Tertius is one hellava dirty b*stard now.

Arriving at the saltpan was definitely a highlight. Stretching for miles you literally can’t see where the land ends or sky begins. Vast and white and dry and endless. Contrary to popular belief, saltpans are not made to be licked. We did that anyway. Also, we were the only fortunate females for at least a 5km radius to witness 9 Put Foot boys strip down to their manly bits and take a leisurely stroll across the pan. 

We filmed it of course.

Roughly 40km out of the park and just as the sun had gone down, we arrived at Some-German-Name Campsite; home for a night. We’re getting pretty good at the whole set-up-camp thing. Everything is starting to find a place, and being three girls road-tripping through Southern Africa we’re starting to develop an over-inflated sense of self-importance. We don’t need no man. Pass us that spanner and we’ll fry you some eggs.

On the menu for dinner was Two Minute noodles and tuna. Evening’s entertainment were ominous bleats and moos coming from somewhere in the dark and Wasted Potential’s dry humor. Dinner and a show.

Bedtime. It’s cold.