Day 7 – Fish RiverCanyon

20 Sep

Canon Roadhouse bar and diner is full of old vehicles.

With country and western on the stereo, I enjoy a glass of Namibian Erongo Mountain Shiraz and an Oryx steak.

Apparently in Namibia service is always with a smile and a “glass” of the house red is half a bottle of sensational wine. I don’t know what on Oryx is but judging by the steak it’s about the size of an elephant. Delicious, in great surroundings which look even better as darkness falls and candles get lit up, and it costs me about a tenner.

Day 7 – Fish River Canyon

20 Sep

These posts will probably all be out of order because of wifi craposity.

Fish River Canyon. Impressive, but it can’t compete with the grand canyon. Where it wins in the vast Martian landscape you have to cross to get to it.

Very windy but I risked flying the drone for a while. Poor Solo was wobbling and revving as he fought the wind but he didn’t crash and I got a few shots. Frightening to watch, but the footage is great. If only I could upload it…

Day 7 – Fish River Canyon

20 Sep

Crossed into Namibia with ease in just 45 minutes. Compared to most borders I’ve crossed, exiting SA and entering Namibia were both well organised and friendly.


It’s amazing the contrast in emotion on different sides of a border. No matter how many times I do it. The approach makes me nervous. Pulling away on the other side is a joyful blast of freedom. Exhilaration takes over, which is great when you’re faced with an empty moonscape like this.


It took me 14 minutes to reach the point where the road disappeared over the horizon. I it’s vast like Mongolia, only brown and sharp instead of green and soft.