Holiday

We decided at the last minute to get in the car and go to Namibia. Swakop is the place that Andreas loves most, and it may be the last time he gets to see it if our emigration plans pan out in the near future.
We left on a Saturday after Pat and Eddie got home from Oz, and drove up to Upington where we stayed the night at the Palace Casino (Palace haha). It was 38 degrees at 6.30pm. Unbelievable.
On Sunday we went up to the Kalahari Gemsbokpark (now called something else) where saw a pride of lions. There were three sets of cubs. A pair of males who looked half grown, another pair who were a few months old and two babies still suckling. They were in the middle of the road with the older lions, two males and two females. We watched them for ages and were spellbound. How beautiful is nature. At closing time we found a German lady a few kilometers outside the park where we stayed in the chalet for the night. It was dreadfully hot and I got up three times to shower hoping that would make it cool enough to sleep.
Slllllleeeeeepp.........sleeeeeeeep....it ran away from me that night, so in the car on the way to Windhoek I slept. The sleep of a cat.
Coming over the hill, my first sight of Windhoek was amazing. It has grown to almost double the size. The following day we arrived in Swakop. This beautiful little town has also grown.
The beaches that stretched on forever now have townhouses complexes, and huge houses everywhere. The town itself is still as beautiful as ever and the appeal of the area is still there though. There is something so lonely about the sand as far as the eye can see. You look one way and see sand til the horizon and the other way and see the sea. The girls loved the time together.One of the nicest things was that the girls could not access mxit or sms, so had to spend time with us and actually pay attention to what we were doing. They were given our phones at night and told they could go into mxit only.
During our stay we went quadding in the dunes, the dolphin and seal trip, drove up to the salt mines, and Andreas and I climbed Dune7 (the highest in Namibia). We ate out most nights and generally had a lot of family time.
Only on the way home did the wheels come off, and now we are home.
The one thing I have realised is how very much I love Andreas.
How lucky I am to have the few friends I have.