Despite the mosquito nets, we were bitten alive.  They seemed to find their way in, probably the gap between the two beds.  Rekon they flew under the beds and up through the gap, buzzed around and sucked our blood. Breakfast, then out to visit a Himba village. As we left our camp we saw springbok and baboons in the river that runs by the camp.  The Himba women of the village never wash, and coat their skin with ochre.  We watched them making items to sell, and cooking ground maize. Rosemary, who felt v uncomfortable with the visit, purchased a small reed basket, shaped a bit like a gourd, with a lid. Sadly, they did not use old style African combs (we’d seen an exhibition at the Fitzwilliam and so were keen to see some in use) on their wonderful hairstyles, but small, plastic hairbrushes. Rosemary did manage to purchase two plastic African style combs at a petrol station, and brilliant they are on her thick mop. Afterwards we headed to the lower Hoanib river, stopping at a lodge for some drinks.  There were some male yellow weaver birds building nests for the mating season.  Quick tire change on Frankies Landcruiser before setting off to the river bed.  Before we drove along the river, we stopped at a deserted campsite for a lunch.  In the river bed we saw Oryx, Ostrich, Elephant, including a small baby. Back at the lodge we had a few beers and another brai, this time pork, and then to bed to tackle the mossies again.

 Himba Village and Hoanib River drive